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His face was buried into the pillow, and he had to resist biting down into the soft fabric with his teeth to try and stifle the whimper that slipped through his lips. Claws dug into the bed beneath him, likely leaving puncture holes in the king's mattress. The situation that he was in dawned on Leo for a brief moment as he flexed his hand, claws burying themselves further into the silk beneath them. The king's bed. He never thought he would end up here. Dreamt of it, perhaps. A thousand times. Maybe even written a poem or two about a night of passion with the man who owned him. Mind, heart and soul. Now, he was finally claiming the last scrap the bard could give. His body.
If he could bloody get on with it! He thought in pure frustration, as he wiggled about. It was a useless endeavor, considering the firm weight of the far stronger man pressed down against his back. Lips connect along his neck placing delicate kisses there; where bleeding bite marks dripped and bruises cling onto pale skin like paint upon a canvas. He can feel Cardon's cock between his legs resting against his thigh, a teasing and infuriating pressure. Not where he wants it at all. Leo's own length is aching beneath him dribbling pre-cum into the beautiful sheets, he tries his best to wiggle his hips and get some kind of friction. It's impossible as he simply slides along the soft fabric.
Leo never knew he could hate silk.
He hears a low chuckle in his ear, and he feels a kiss beneath it. Making his long ear tips twitch.
“Patience is a virtue.” Cardon tsked at the younger vampire. Fingers intertwined with his own, pinning his wrists down to the mattress in the process, he can feel the way the king's body shakes softly as he presses himself up against Leo. As flush as he could be without penetrating the man, simply lazily sliding the head of his cock down between his legs. Which are a mess of a fair scented oil, cum from earlier climaxes and bruises. The bard can't help but grin, realizing that Cardon has also been torturing himself with all of this teasing. All night every touch has been slow and deliberate. In all honesty the intensity of being loved with such profound purpose and care, well, it has undone the promiscuous man in a thousand ways. He has tried his best to be patient. Worshiping Cardon in the same way he has done him.
He shakes his head, strands of brown hair glistening with sweat falling around his features. A soft hand brushes them back, “You should know by now, sire, I have no virtues.”
Leo wishes he could see the man's face because he can hear the smirk in the other’s tone of voice, “I think you have plenty of virtues.”
The bard scuffs, “Name one.”
Kisses are pressed along his shoulder blades sending shockwaves of subtle pleasure down his spine. Especially as fangs glide teasingly over skin, another pathetic whimper escaping him.
“Loyalty.” had Cardon's tone not been so deadly serious, the bard might have laughed. The king seemed to read his disbelief even when a single word wasn't spoken. Perhaps it was the soft shake of Leo's head, or the subtle squirm of his body that indicated discomfort. “You don't believe me?”
“Not really,” Leo responds, his tone light to try and edge off the doubt that seeps into the words. Insecurity can be felt through his shoulders as he tenses up. A thousand thoughts flying through his mind, and Cardon frowns. That simply won't do. As much as he would like to keep teasing, he just can't resist any longer. He grabs the man's hair, pulling gently to force the bard to crane his neck and turn his face. A bit of an uncomfortable position, but all for the sake of a slow kiss to be shared. Cardon spoke against Leo's lips, his voice a hushed whisper.
“You've been loyal to me since the day I saw you. You were mine the moment I heard you play and you knew it. Let me prove it to you.``
Leo rolls his eyes affectionately, “And how are you gonna do-” he didn't get to finish his sentence. Not only because Cardon forced a squeak of surprise from him as the king shifted his hips a bit, claws digging into the meat of his thighs. But also, because in a single swift movement he was seeing stars. There was no pain that followed the intrusion as Cardon sunk down to the base inside of Leo, only a blinding heated pleasure ripped through his entire body. Afterall. How long had the man kept him writhing against the bed, clambering for anything to hold onto from his fingers alone? As the bliss and haze began to fade out a bit, reality seemed to settle in once more and the bard realized he came. His entire body quaking beneath the ravenette, who didn't seem to be in much better shape from the way his hands flexed against Leo's hips and how he took useless panting breaths of air in.
Everything was lost to pleasure. The heat boiling inside of his body, flooding every nerve ending with sparks. Leo was no stranger to taking large sizes, and Cardon while well endowed wasn't his biggest: but something felt right about it. He felt completely full and it bordered on that wonderful edge of being too much. As if he was made for this. A perfect fit. Or maybe, the sex is making him a little delusional. Lack of blood flow to the brain and all. His cock twitched with interest, unable to stay down for long.
“...twice.” he caught the tail end of whatever Cardon was saying. The man's usually well controlled voice was a bit cracked, streaks of pleasure showing through. Leo's ears twitched with the sound and his soul roared. His brows furrowed and the vampire king continued, his voice gaining a smug air. “That's your second time coming tonight.”
Leo smirks, and he retorts, “If we're keeping score: I've made you come thrice. I'm winning.”
He knew that Cardon was flushed a beet red, as the man buried his face into Leo's neck making a meek sound of disapproval. He did his best to recover, but, mostly, he was trying to not lose it. It was embarrassing how easily the bard has managed to make him come undone, but he can't help it. Every touch threatens to be overwhelming. Threatens to ruin him. Oh, but it feels too good. He is hardly processing anything outside of the cool body he is inside of, the feel of Leo pressed against his chest. fully connected. In a way that feels simply right. Like they were always meant to be this way. The thought alone makes his cock throb, and he chokes down a moan.
He feels the bard wiggle and it catches him off guard, a deep rumbling sound releasing from his throat. As a lightning strike of pleasure bolts through him. Leo's hands were good. His mouth - lavish. But this? His entire being against his own? Heaven. Or, as close as someone like Cardon will ever get. He takes another moment to collect himself, before he slowly rolls his hips back. The instant gratification he gets from the moan Leo lets out threatens to shatter every atom of will he had. His vision practically spins. Maybe he took the teasing too far, he wasn't aware how much it had been torture unto himself until now.
He's not going to last and he is sure Leo knows it. The bard makes no comment. He can't in all honesty, as he feels the man above him slowly begin to rock his hips. Every stroke as slow and sensual as the rest of the night, expect this time it is so much more. His back arches into the pleasure, he feels a steady arm wrap around his chest, pulling him up a bit and flush against Cardon. The mild shift of position doesn't process for a moment, until he is practically in the man's lap. Not a single moment of contact was lost between them. Words fumble their way out of Leo's mouth with every roll of his lover's hips, each placing spots it feels like in his vision as he nails his prostate.
“Fuck-k!” He cries out, and he grabs at the man's arms, claws digging into them. “Cardon - sire - holy -” he can't manage an entire sentence, simply throwing his head back a bit, long hair cascading down his body.
Somehow: this position puts his king deeper than before. Not only that but now he can kiss Leo properly, and watch the way the bard rolls his hips back desperately in slow tandem with his own thrusts. His entire being was trembling. Cardon knows that the grip he holds on his hips is bruising, but he doesn't care as he catches the moans from his lover's mouth with his lips. And teeth, drawing blood as he bites into the brunette's swollen and wet lips. The blood drips down between their faces, joining the already plenty of other red streaks across their bodies.
Cardon buries his teeth into Leo's neck, threatening to tear flesh out from the ferocity of it, but he doesn't leave anything but perfect wounds, lapping at the bitter blood as he feels his lover jolt and quake at the sensation. Every little movement the bard has on top of him causes fluttering sensations and a deep rooted spark of lust to flare inside of the older vampire. He is moaning shamelessly as his hips lose their steady pace, thrusts becoming more erratic and harsh, chasing the high that has been evading him. It seems that no matter how much he tries to muffle his own sounds of pleasure from Leo, they come out anyways.
The bard did say he would teach him how to sing. His composure finally shatters as everything builds to a crescendo.
“So good Leo,” he growls out. A few more praises manage to make their way out, but soon the man has simply buried his face into his neck: saying one word over and over again. A deranged prayer meant only for them. “Leo.”
Cardon pulls his bard into a harsh kiss, mostly teeth and tongue, as he comes: his entire body feeling as if it has been plunged into a forge, but also, like he was alive for the first time. Leo shivers as he feels the familiar sensation of being filled, the angle of his body allowing cum to drip out and down. Unlike with mortal beings, it seems to be a little luke-warm. It doesn't bother him, the fire inside of his chest is more than enough. Hands slide up and down his thighs, as he feels the man shallowing thrust himself through the rest of his orgasm. His red eyes look glassy, but are focused still. Leo can't help but grin at how adorable the man looks, his pupils blown wide as saucers. His hair that was so often done meticulously was an utter sweaty-mess along his head. Covered in bruises and bite marks. Purely, utterly cute.
His grins take on a bit more a mischievous angle, as Cardon collapses into him basically just holding him there in his lap. The man meekly moans a little at the soft shift inside of him. Leo brings his hand up and he combs it through the dark locks, feeling the older vampire melt.
“Do you need a moment, love?” He purrs out.
Cardon nods, and he manages, his voice a little hoarse. He sounded almost defeated. “Yes…”
Pride floods his entire being, “I'm good at what I do. Oh, and that makes us four to two.”
The king’s entire posture changed, Leo jolted as he found himself being pinned down to the bed on his back this time, facing the man above him. His hips were grabbed and he was shoved down until their bodies met completely flushed again making him cry out. He had hardly even noticed the vampire had gotten hard again in the brief moment of switching positions. Cardon leaned down, and he pressed a brief kiss to Leo's lips, a wicked grin spread across his features. The bard melts, becoming puddy beneath the other's hands.
He cockily props his hands behind his head, as if that could hide how flushed he is. How he wiggles his hips just a bit, begging to be used silently. “Go on and make us even.”
Cardon huffs, “I don't intend to tie. I intend to win…”
Leo doesn't manage his witty retort back, as arms link beneath his thighs and the vampire king snaps his hips forward…