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Kai

“This—is—me.” I manage to get the words out despite our mouths basically being fused together. When I pull back to unlock the door, he grunts impatiently, making me laugh yet again as he immediately closes the distance between us.

A horned up Finn isn’t quite what I expected when we started seeing each other.

With his skittishness and easy blush, I have to admit I thought he’d be, I don’t know, more submissive or something.

I couldn’t have been more wrong, though, because he’s anything but submissive. He’s feisty and bossy. And I love it.

Like right now, how he’s pushing me up against the door to my apartment. His chest to my back, locking me in place while he nips at my neck with his fangs, making my whole body tremble. It feels amazing, but is really inconvenient for getting the door unlocked.

By some miracle of the Gods, I manage the deed and we stumble into the dark. I barely have time to get the door shut and locked again before we’re reaching for each other, hands and mouths consuming whatever they can reach.

We stumble again, slamming into the couch, the sound of the feet scraping on the wooden floors shocking both of us out of our horny delirium, and we finally wrench ourselves apart .

The apartment is nearly pitch black. With our blackout blinds down and only the faint glow of a light in the hallway, it’s nearly impossible to see in here. But I can just make out the outline of him and the way he drags the back of his hand across his mouth.

It’s weirdly, irresistibly sexy.

My head is spinning like I’m dizzy, the blood rushing through my veins with lightning speed making me ill.

“Blood! We need blood.” I blurt out—because we really need to rehydrate to be able to do everything I want to do with him tonight.

Finn makes a noise that sounds vaguely like he agrees, and follows me to the kitchen, just close enough that I can feel him vibrating with the same need that’s in me.

“Your place is nice.” He leans against the door to the kitchen, looking about the small galley-style kitchen casually. The light from the fridge makes the all modern, all white room glow a sickly blue colour.

I grab two bottles and hand one to Finn, finally turning on the light to stop the kitchen plunging back into darkness when the fridge shuts.

“Yeah, thanks. We’re getting there. It helps that Nikki and I have the same style. Well, enough that we can agree on communal areas anyway.”

Finn cracks open his bottle and nods his head. The sight of his lips wrapping around the bottle almost wipes my brain of all logical thought. I manage to keep it together, taking a drink from my own bottle and jamming my hand through my hair, tugging slightly to keep me focused.

“We should talk, or something?” Finn’s voice has lost the confidence he found when we were all over each other.

“Sure, we can talk. Makes sense.” My voice is huskier than I intend .

When I take a step towards him, he holds up a hand, swallowing painfully around a gulp of blood to talk.

“No, nope, absolutely not. You come any closer and my brain is going to turn to horny mush again. Words, talking, then horny mush.”

My bark of laughter is met with a glower that turns into a laughter of his own, that funny snorty laugh that makes my heart squeeze.

“Horny mush? I definitely wanna horny mush you, Finn.”

Oh my Gods, he snorts so loud at the stupid nonsense coming out of my mouth. It only makes us laugh harder until we’re bent over with laughter, me cackling while holding my stomach and Finn with the tears streaming down his face. It’s dumb, and it’s completely nonsensical.

But I love it.

After our laughter fades and we manage to get a hold of ourselves, I slide the box of tissues down the bench to Finn so he can wipe off his face.

“Ugh, what I meant was that we should probably, like, set out our boundaries or whatever.” Finn glowers at the tear pinkened tissue once his face is clear, like his tears have offended him.

Leaning against the bench, I take another drink of my blood while I weigh up my words. “Finn, with all honesty, I think I can say that you can do whatever you want with me or to me and I’d be down with that.”

Finn snorts, rolling his eyes and pointing his bottle at me. “That’s bullshit. Be serious.”

Holding my hands up in playful defensiveness, I laugh again.

“I am serious. Whatever you want.”

“What if I wanted to feed from your dick? Like teeth right in there and everything. Just nruff .” Finn imitates holding a big sausage shaped object up to his mouth and makes a terrible animal sound as he gnashes his teeth at the imaginary sausage.

The sight sets off my laughter once again, sending the blood I’d just sipped spraying over the kitchen. We both hurry to clean it up, even though I do an absolutely useless job because I’m still laughing. At least we end up next to each other against the stove.

While he’s distracted cleaning up the last of the mess, I pin him to the appliance, trapping him with my arms on either side of him.

“What in the actual fuck was that meant to be?” I tease, making Finn blush to the roots of his hair. He turns to face me, resting his hands on my hips and hooking his thumbs into my belt loops.

“Dick feeding!” He cries, then drops his head back with a groan. “Ugh, I don’t know.”

“Okay, well, that one may be a hard limit? But, generally, I’m good.” I bump my hips into his and he shifts on his feet. “What about you?”

“Uh, okay. Me. I can totally talk and say things.” He shakes his head, probably to free himself of the horny brain mush.

I totally get what he means because I’m having the same problem.

He cock is pressed right up against mine and I can smell the blood on his lips.

He's so close. I could just lean forward and—”Okay, so, like, I don’t like to bottom.

I don’t mind some light ass play or whatever, but, generally, the whole thing just does nothing for me. Not into it, don’t like it.”

It takes a couple of seconds for the horny mush in my head to reconfigure itself into an actual brain that works. In the meantime, I can feel Finn getting tenser and tenser around me.

“Okay, so you don’t bottom. Works for me, I like it all.

Any other hard no's? What about protection?” Protection is a hit and miss thing with beings.

Like most illnesses, STD’s are usually a human issue, but that isn’t to say that it’s always a human issue, even though a lot of beings take it for granted .

“I don’t think I have any other hard nos? I mean, obviously dick feeding. But we established that. And I’m cool to use protection.” Look at us being all responsible. I tuck my hands into the back of Finn’s jeans and give him a little squeeze.

“Good to know. What else? What about biting? You keen? And what about any hard yes's? What do you want to do?” I can feel his painfully hard length give a jerk. He’s obviously got an idea in mind.

“Um,” he pauses, licking his lip and swallowing hard. I can see the hint of his left fang where it hooks into his lip. “Yes to biting. Very, very keen to try. But I was kind of hoping that I could, like, watch you? Like, in the video? But real? And I could tell you what to do.”

What I wouldn’t give to have magic so I could have us naked and in my room already. The seconds it’s going to take right now is too damn long. My cock throbs at his suggestion. I fucking knew he was perfect for me. Finn blinks up at me with wide, nervous and innocent eyes.

Unable to help myself, I duck my head and press a quick, firm kiss to his lips. “Yes. Now. Please.”

Finn’s laugh is missing its usual little snort when I slip my hands from his waist to capture one of his. I kind of miss it, but I’m a man on a mission, dragging my laughing… Finn . Dragging Finn to my bedroom.

Okay, tomorrow we work on labels, because that’s awkward. But tonight, tonight I’m going to give him a show he’ll remember till the day he dies. Again.

“You, get comfortable in here. I’ll be back in five.”

Dragging Finn in for one more kiss, I steal the last of his sanity before I shove him into my bedroom and slam the door shut, hauling ass to Nikki’s room .

He keeps all of our outfits together because he knows I’m shit at keeping things organised. If I had them, I’d probably wear them out to a hookup and leave them somewhere.

But not tonight. Tonight we’re safe because I’m staying here. I try to keep my mess to a minimum, but I’m not very successful as I dig through to find what I’m looking for.

It’s a cropped black mesh sleeveless hoodie thing. It’s meant to look like athletic wear. Only slutty. Which is really Nikki’s take on every aesthetic. I snag out the red shorts from the first night I met Finn too. They feel special. Lucky.

After shoving everything back into Nikolo’s wardrobe, roughly how it was before, I head to the bathroom to get changed and quickly make sure I’m at my best. My eye-liner is a bit fucked and my hair is definitely fucked but they look hot. Fucked in a 'just fucked' kinda way.

For far too many seconds I consider stripping off a second time and coating myself with my special moisturiser. It literally tastes as good as it smells. But I nix that idea when I realise how long I’ve already taken.

When my hand is on the door handle I have a pang of regret that I don’t have the time to make this moment extra special. Like lighting some candles or lining up all my fave toys for him to choose from.

Fuck, I hope I have enough lube. Do I even have condoms? When was the last time I got some?

After a quick detour back to Nikki’s room I’m opening my door, my insides shredding themselves apart with equal parts anxiety and excitement. Throwing the supplies on the bed, my eyes dart nervously around, noticing the empty bed, illuminated by the solitary lamp on the bedside table.

Where the fuck is Finn? Have I gone insane? Did I hallucinate this whole thing ?