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The dead were not supposed to burn.
Sylus hoped for the love of everything that the wave would not arrive at a time like this. Not when the responsibilities crawled up his neck like filthy roaches. But hearing his own heartbeat vibrating throughout the entirety of his body could not seem to leave his apprehensive mind.
He longed to bite down onto something. Someone. The fangs he held inside his mouth slyly hungered for flesh. Constant aching through his abdomen made it difficult to even breathe without his mind going insane with every inhale he let in. It has been exactly two days of this restless wave he was battling up against—and he already pronounced it something not worth ignoring.
And of course Valko did not help at all. Walking around the base with tank tops that always seemed too tight on his abdomen. Each time Sylus caught even a glance of his nipples probing through the thin fabric his mind would go blank on the spot.
Valko’s own nose perked up at the mere sight of the vampire. Today—out of all days—his scent radiated like the blazing sun throughout the Onychinus’ base. And Sylus did deem himself as a collected man. But being all over his partner seemed like the right thing to do at times like these—and Valko could never refuse that offer.
He watched as the man’s sharp nails dug onto the curve of his collarbone, both of their shirts already discarded and forgotten about on the floor next to them.
Sylus could not hold back to bare his teeth, the glinting tips emerging from his hot mouth. His body stood so close to his, feeling the warm chest heave with every breath Valko took—contrasting his needling heartbeat.
Coarse hands held onto Valko’s waist, anchoring him. His lips traced his jawline and chin, nostrils flaring to drink up the werewolf’s scent. It was intoxicating—the way Valko panted under his touch.
“Sylus…” He breathed out, visible pout appearing on his bottom lip. “Quit teasing.” His wolf ears made an appearance long before this, the edges swishing through the air in anticipation. It was enough for the way Sylus appeared in their shared bedroom and walked up to him like a threatening shadow to bring their lips together for them and his tail to poof out. He smelled Sylus’ need all over the place—it made him undeniably hard.
He slipped two of his fingers under Sylus’ waistband, dragging the elastic down over the freezing skin. “Come on, babe,” He whispered keenly, tilting his head back for Sylus to get better access.
It only made Sylus chuckle gruffly, bringing his palm up to Valko’s throat, wrapping his fingers around it. He brought his lips down to his again, tongue eager to taste the warm depths. The werewolf opened his mouth, welcoming the sensation with muffled moans. His hands wandered across the curves of Sylus’ waist and hips, claws dragging gently across the surface.
Still all over his mouth, Sylus took a slow step forward, making Valko walk back until the backs of his knees bumped the edge of their shared bed. The hand around his throat forced him down with a harmless push. It was enough for the man to grunt for the vampire’s silhouette to bent down and rest in between his thighs, parting them with one of his knees.
“So thirsty,” He whispered to himself, leaning down to rest his cheek against Valko’s collarbone. “I need you,” He growled against his skin, lips parting to reveal eager teeth.
“Please,” Valko breathed out, fingers tangling into the velvety sheets as if holding himself back. “Whatever you want. Whatever you need.” The only thing he could think about right now is the scent captured in between his nostrils. It was cruel Sylus sat so far. He just wanted to bury his face into the nook of his neck for the rest of his life—that’s all, really.
Sylus took a deep breath. “My head spins…” His mouth opened even more, leaving his teeth to drag along the skin. “…dangerously fast whenever I look at you,” He added, fingers moving down to hold onto Valko’s waist. He feels the way the man’s hips buck instinctively, his throbbing cock through the sweatpants poking at his thigh. Sly fingers pressed down the tense muscles, earning a gasp from Valko whose face screamed of anticipation. Pupils large enough to swallow the gold and blush that moved across his cheeks all the way to his human ears—Sylus was beyond thrilled to strip him from thinking rationally.
“Is it possible to be more eager than a man in heat?” He purred, looking up at him through eyelashes full of tease. He could feel Valko’s restlessness of heart, thumbs digging into the muscles of his hips.
Valko’s eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening to respond. But Sylus was quicker, fangs digging into the base of his neck. With a low hiss across the sensitive skin, his hips moved along Valko’s crotch in response.
It was beyond filthy. Drinking the blood of a man that squirmed like a dying animal. The crimson flowed into his hot mouth, tongue darting across the wound in occasional circles to clean any loose droplets. His pupils enlarged with each swallow he greedily took. Valko could only whine as the bite marks grew more and more prominent against the entirety of the nape of his neck. The flashy pink spots transformed into purple punctures over the crushed tissue.
Taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts, Sylus’ tongue dragged from the collarbone, across the hard bridge of Valko’s neck and up to his jaw. Each and every trace of blood was cleaned along the way—his skin glistening with saliva. The hunger inside his mouth halted there, looking up at the man who was beyond starving—eyes closed shut as his clothed crotch still grinded onto Sylus’ knee with mere attempts to chase the friction. The tightness of Sylus’ jaw accompanied his flared nostrils, taking small inhales to breathe in the musky scent. “You smell so…” His throat transformed a sigh into a growl, kissing the mere tip of Valko’s jaw in innocent reassurance.
“Sylus,” Valko protested, chest heaving in harsh motions. “Please stop teasing, babe,” He whined, hand coming up to rest against the back of Sylus’ head—fingertips tangling into the trailing shape of his silver hair. His neck stung each time his throat bobbed to swallow, the red hue of teeth marks coloring the skin along the curve.
Nonetheless—Sylus retreated—posture straightening up as he positioned his crotch against Valko’s entrance. Knees pressed deep into the mattress on both of his sides before raising Valko’s thighs to spread open more. Pressing down his restrained cock, his hips dragged out a groan out of both of them. His fingers came up to cup the shape of Valko’s protruding cock against the pants before dragging across it in lazy motions.
“Fuck…” Valko’s head immediately fell back onto the silk of sheets, lips parting with a lewd moan. His hips bucked upwards to chase the touch, expecting Sylus to go faster. But Sylus wanted to drink in the calmness of the moment before he let loose. He had a grin spread across the corners of his lips—proud to pick apart what was his.
“Look at you,” He began, biting onto his bottom lip until it hurt. “So needy for me. I might not be able to hold myself back if you keep looking at me like that.” And he surely was not the type to lie. Valko’s face was twisting with each touch. Each scrape of fingernails across the burning skin. Each glance the vampire gave him while holding his hands back. Because he knew that obedience was the key.
“T-Then don’t,” He managed, elbows digging into the sheets roughly as he tried to keep his composure. “Don’t hold back.” If he waited any longer he could come by only glancing up at the man. His cock jumped in anticipation through the fabric. Sylus saw. He always did. It made a shadow of a smirk appear across his lip. But he wanted to play along more.
A sly click of his tongue across his teeth echoed through the room. “Surely you can do better than that,” He cooed, leaning his torso down to be closer to Valko’s wolf ear. “Come on, pup.” The warmth of his whisper made the ear shift back, earning another gasp from the man underneath.
His fingers dragged along the waistband of his sweatpants as he slipped a taunting finger under, his fingertips resting on the base of Valko’s happy trail.
“Beg me,” Sylus breathed directly into his ear, lips parting with eagerness. “Beg me to fuck you.” He let his tongue linger across the outer flap of the ear, tasting the smell he was constantly being intoxicated by.
The palm that rested under the hem of his pants moved the band of his boxers, the warmth of Valko’s cock immediately hitting his skin. He shifted both of the waistbands down at the same time, freeing his length at last.
Valko bit down his bottom lip so much he might as well swallow it whole. It was already too much to put up against the teasing. The slow movements that made his skin prickle in frustration. His mouth flew agape as the cold air of the room hit his cock. “Please,” he whispered at first, watching Sylus wrap his hand around him. “Please fuck me. I’ll do anything you say.” He whined as he felt Sylus drag a teasing thrust against the freezing palm. It was lazy—meant to drive him insane.
Sylus seemed beyond unimpressed. Valko couldn’t see his expression, but the silence told him everything. His palm came to rest onto the entirety of Valko’s leaking tip, stopping his movements until he heard something worth rewarding him for. “Again,” He whispered against the ear he continued to lick along the base, his own cock giving his entrance another taunting probe.
“P-Please, please,” He whimpered, pouting while he watched the fingers getting him off so sluggishly. “Please, Sylus. This is torture.” His eyes screwed shut, eyebrows curling downward.
“Mhm,” Sylus hummed. How dramatic. Wrapping the length of his cock entirely, he kept the thumb against the slit that throbbed through his fingertip. Not once did he move it—keeping Valko perfectly on the edge while pressing down.
Seeing it was not enough, the edges of Valko’s ears bent down in dejection. “Pretty please,” He whispered, his knuckles whitening at how hard he tangled his fists into the sheets.
At last, Sylus dragged his palm across the whole cock. Valko moaned immediately, chin dropping down to rest against his chest. He was trembling.
“Atta boy,” He praised, a satisfactory smirk pulling onto the corners of his mouth. He smoothed his torso up, free hand shifting Valko’s pants and boxers down to the edges of his shins before taking them off completely—throwing them on the floor next to the bed in discard.
His fingers left Valko’s cock, the werewolf’s throat sounding out a mewl in protest. Sylus unbuttoned his own pants—slow and deliberate. It was such an unusual behavior for him. It made the back of Valko’s neck hairs stand up. The fear and utter anticipation seemed to blend together at the way the man—amongst the unbearable need his body sat against—remained in full control of his mind.
Sylus dug his nails into Valko’s thighs before raising his ankles up to his broad shoulders, observing the way the man winced with every small movement. Predatory crimson eyes stripped away the very little dignity the werewolf possessed as his hole clenched around nothing but air.
He brought up his pointer finger to his mouth, wrapping the plumpness of the lips around the mere fingertip. Eyes glued to Valko’s—he swallowed down to the base. With a soft pop, just like that, it was glimmering with saliva. Valko could not stop staring, mouth agape at the way Sylus looked at him as if trying not to eat him alive on the spot. Moving the finger at the entrance, Sylus teased the swollen ring in slow circles before giving it an annoyingly slow push. Valko almost choked on his own breath. His tail flapped across Sylus’ waist, hitting the mere shape of his unbuttoned pants that showed off the hem of the boxers. He did not let Valko adjust to the size of one finger before slipping in another one.
A ridiculing laugh vibrated across his chest. “So tight,” Sylus’ eyebrows scrunched with anticipation, his free hand shifting to release his cock from the confines of his own boxers. With a low groan and fingers immediately giving the length a few calculated thrusts of his palm—he slipped in a third finger, feeling Valko pulse around him.
Valko sniffled, little whines coming out through his pouty lips. “Sylus,” His voice was barely above a whisper, hips rutting against the air as the vampire dragged his three fingers in and without real effort. “Please,” he begged.
“Not yet,” Sylus purred, shooting up a mischievous smile at the man. His fingers continued thrusting in and out—keeping Valko’s muscles seamlessly poised.
Valko growled through gritted teeth, feeling one of Sylus’ fingers pumping into him press down on that one spot that made his head spin. “S-Stop! I’m—!” His eyes screwed shut, keeping the tears from flowing down his cheekbones as he choked out. Hips lunged up in miserable bottomless need that swelled inside his abdomen.
And the fingers retreated abruptly, leaving Valko’s neglected cock to bounce across the air in desperation. Sylus positioned himself in between his legs, feeling up his probed hole with the tip of his swollen cockhead. He shot up an eyebrow at Valko—who was a trembling mess.
“Already shaking?” Tone screamed of condescension. “We haven’t even started yet,” He mocked his composure, expecting an answer while he paused his movements for a moment.
Valko’s lips parted in response, only to be greeted by the full length of Sylus’ cock buried deep inside his stomach with a harsh lunge. That surely erased all the protests he ought to say. A loud, strangled moan made him choke against the sudden sensation. The back of his head buried itself onto the bed, spine arching forcefully.
Sylus gave out a satisfactory growl. Without waiting to adjust he set an unforgiving pace through his hips. Chasing the pure need to conquer. To mark what was his. With each hit down the warmth of his walls—Valko’s mouth stood agape more and more until the droplets of drool appeared down his mouth. His canines glistened under the dim lights, and Sylus needed another taste of them.
Valko’s legs still resting up his shoulders, he leaned down to press their lips together. It made a better access for his cock to glide in and out after all. His elbows dropped down the sheets, wrapping his forearms around Valko’s head. His head tilted to the side, lapping at his mouth like a man starved. The positioning was beyond uncomfortable—but they would not bat an eye even if it killed them. Groans and growls exchanged throughout the sloppy kisses. It was all full of carelessness.
Sylus’ movements represented a wild animal. Devouring all the spots Valko had to offer. His teeth bit down onto the bottom of his lip, immediately drawing blood as the werewolf whined through the pain. He licked the bloody spot, smiling at the noises bouncing off his eardrums.
“I need more,” He growled into his mouth, breaking their lips apart and allowing the trail of saliva to cut off. Obscenely falling across their chins. His hips thrusted into Valko with such intensity, it knocked the air straight out his lungs. The mating press was already too much to handle along all of his senses, but when the vampire decided to move his kisses along the line of the jaw down to his neck once more—he nearly lost it. Sylus bared the teeth across burning skin, making the weak barrier break apart under him. He drank again, lips puckering as he sucked onto the skin.
Valko was a whiny, disoriented puddle. “S-Sylus…” His voice trembled, breaking at the edges. The cock pounced into him so deep he could feel it probing against the skin of his stomach. Pure filth of two skins slapping against one another echoed through the base. Anyone listening in could be considered sinful.
Sylus’ fingers moved across Valko’s body. Mapping out the curve of his shoulder and pec before twisting the hard nub of his nipple. It made Valko’s body tense up while he moaned obscenely loud across the barely lit room. “Filthy boy,” He grunted against his neck, the words muffling throughout the pressed skin.
Valko’s eyebrows frowned even further, giving the arrogant praise a shaky nod of agreement. He could not think of a proper sentence to utter. He knew he certainly did not have the brains to say anything for that matter.
Sylus continued to flick his two fingers along his pec, dragging the tip of his tongue at the shell of his human ear. He could feel that Valko was close in the way his hole tensed up more each time he slammed his hips deep inside. “Taking me so well,” He whispered directly into his ear, making Valko squirm in response. His arms wrapped around Sylus, visible claws dragging along his shoulders and spine. Wanting to bruise—to be closer than ever to him.
His hands moved to stay wrapped behind Valko’s head, his forearms squeezing the both sides of his face. “I like it when you squirm.” His eyelids squinted, fastening up the pace of his hips against the sensation of the indisputable punctures making his back tingle.
Valko’s eyes shut as if to hide the fact his irises were rolled up into the back of his skull—the gold long lost in the sea of darkness. It hit a hollow note against Sylus’ eyes before his hips’ movements grew more erratic than before. He crashed his body with raw force—he ought to see stars now. “Look at me,” He commanded, baring his fangs at the hiss of the words. His fingers intertwined with the line of Valko’s face, jarring fingertips digging into the skin with force.
Of course, Valko swiftly obliged, leaving his low eyelids open as much as he could manage—but still open for Sylus to praise. “Good boy.” He gave a gentle slap of his palm along the warm cheek. He leaned down to kiss him again.
“Sy…” Valko gasped in between the kisses. “…lus“ Feeling his orgasm’s approach dangerously close his hips started harmonizing with the thrusts.
“I know, sweetie,” Sylus cooed, dropping his forehead next to Valko’s head as he let his hips work by themselves. But his mouth found his neck nonetheless, tongue darting and licking at the sweat stained skin. Like moth to a flame.
With the brutal pace he set and pure instincts of his hips, Valko could not hold himself back anymore. His muscles tensed up, nails probing the curves of Sylus’ back with bruising intensity. His orgasm crashed over his body implacably—fluids staining his and Sylus’ chests with pulsing waves of his cock. The claws scratched onto his back, immediately placing blood under his fingernails at the force.
But Sylus did not stop for even a second, and it seemed he wouldn’t stop for much longer than to halt along a singular orgasm. He did not care about being bruised up. Encouraging it with a cunning chuckle along Valko’s collarbone seemed to bring the tears in Valko’s eyes over the cheekbones.
“Fuck…” A quiet sob vibrated against the nape of his neck, his sensitive cock gliding across Sylus’s abs with each and every of his unforgiving thrusts. His hole did not relax against Sylus’ length, making every vibration and jump of his cock more difficult to ignore. The prominent bulge of the vein positioned across the curve of it ought to make a dent along his insides. It was the only thing he could think of.
“So perfect,” Sylus growled and raised his head, glancing at the utterly spent gaze Valko held. Mouth standing agape with his tongue surfacing along the bottom lip while the tears made his eyes puffy. “It’s alright,” He leaned down to place a soft kiss at the depth of his undereyes. However, his fingers wandered on his bruised bottom lip, probing in two of his fingers into Valko’s mouth. Valko could only whine across the skin, tongue splaying in between to suck, lips pouting in between. It really was perfect. With his fingers still in Valko’s mouth, Sylus straightened up into his beginning position. In between the werewolves thighs he put down from his shoulders, he rested his palms—squeezing the squishy flesh as he continued thrusting into him. Eyes darted across the ring of precum forming along the end of his cock every time it disappeared into the depths, grinning in pure amusement. His eyes held a dangerous hue, one of them giving out a scarlet red as he looked up at Valko again.
Valko gave out a weak moan in protest, his own cock jumping in need as it seemed to not soften after his first wave of relief. The swelling in his stomach was painfully right, and Sylus’ movements grew more impatient by each slam of his hips. He was close too. His mouth kept closing around the slim fingers, sharp canines grazing with each jerk Sylus gave him.
His arms raised with a need to hold onto him, and Sylus leaned down to oblige. Releasing the grip in his mouth gently. His hands shifted across his scalp, moving the stray hairs across the vampire’s face away. “Bite me,” Valko gasped in between the thrusts, earning a smirk from Sylus before pulling them both down the mattress with a silent thud.
Sylus’ hands were fast enough to part his legs, dragging his nails from the tips of his knees to the base of his leaking cock. But not to touch—only graze along. He groaned, glowing irises glued to the desperately wide ones across his. The touch made Valko’s head spin. “Please, bite me,” He repeated the needy request, managing to keep his eyes somehow open in between the erratic movements.
Sylus’ nails fell onto the back of his head, gripping onto his hair before leaning down to bite onto his neck with an audible hiss. This time—it was pure ecstasy. The venom surged through Valko’s veins, making him vibrate in all the right places across his muscles. It hurt so good. Sylus growled into the skin when it broke apart, but drank much slower—moaning while the liquid danced across his tongue.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Valko mumbled, voice pitching up miserably high. He darted his arms across the line of his spine, feeling the way Sylus’s cock tightened into him with a final push approaching. “F-Fuck—!” He sobbed out. With a bone chilling thrust he spilled all over his stomach once again, legs wrapping around Sylus’ waist with the strain. He whined along his shoulder, mouth wide to bury his teeth into the sweat scented flesh. He bit down, drooling along the mark as he let himself gnaw at the muscle.
After the forceful growl Sylus’ throat gave out, every last bit of his release got buried deep inside Valko’s stomach, the probing bud of his knot poking at his insides made the werewolf sob into the base of his shoulder. Sylus’ fangs pressed down with bruising intent, the collected saliva on his tongue slipping through the bottom lip and down his chin. It was messy, utterly repulsive. It occupied his mind to a consuming degree. Obsession was the weakest word there was.
He kept thrusting up into Valko, making sure his insides drank up all of his cum evenly. “Mine,” He hissed into the crook of his neck, voice coarse from all the sounds his throat strangled against. “All mine,” He continued, placing possessive kisses along the wound. His fingers kept tangled to the back of Valko’s hair, tugging at the strands sticking out messily.
“Mm.” Valko’s eyes fluttered closed, a little whine escaping his chest. The struggle to stay on guard bothered him implacably. His arms hugged onto Sylus’ frame, as if he would slip away from his grasp. He kept nuzzling into the depth of his collarbone, sniffing at the musky scent while trying ti stay awake. “Mhm.” Humming, his cheek burrowed into his shoulder. The slumber washed over his muscles at last, the tail that thumped with excitement across the mattress calming down along the silk.
“Are you alright, sweetie?” Sylus mumbled along his neck he traced with his lips. His touch halted when hearing the calm exhales whenever Valko’s chest dropped down. Gentle fingertips released the grip on his hair, caressing the scalp in small circles with the tips of his nails.
He stayed there for a moment, listening to the heartbeat that clung to him so exposed from all the restraints of the outside world. The sun was already setting, but the vampire’s eyes were still wandering along the sharp features of the man under him—savoring the serenity of his expression until the mere crescent shape of the moon appeared across the midnight skies. They could worry about the mess tomorrow.