“ O kay,” Foxx chimed, as he glanced around the small clearing in the forest, which was dimly lit by the half-moon in the sky. “Let’s do this!”
Harlow’s eyes narrowed somewhat suspiciously at him. “If your lips get anywhere near Gavin, I’m murdering him, and spanking you.”
Foxx pursed his lips as he pretended to consider the option.
“Do NOT get me killed over your kinks, Foxx!” Gavin snapped.
He giggled. “Fine, I will do nothing. Besides, Harlow is supposed to try to bring it on himself! Now, Harlow, think about me dying, or doing something with another man!”
Harlow stared blankly, before rolling his eyes and sighing. “This is fucking stupid.”
Foxx waited, just watching as the blank expression on the dhampir’s face remained unchanged. But then a tick started to form, and the man’s jaw clenched, the muscle spasming as he did. The man’s heartbeat that usually mimicked a vampire’s began to speed up, before he lost the mask all together, and the echo became loud and noticeable.
His breath caught in his throat, as his own heart started to pick up pace when Harlow’s eyes closed. And as the man’s eyes reopened, the light-brown color now a glowing blue, Foxx’s whole body became tense.
His first instinct was to run, but he curled his toes inside his boots instead, forcing himself to stay still .
The dhampir’s mouth twisted into a snarl, his head snapping towards Gavin.
“Oh, shit!” Gavin squeaked. Seeming to leap upward without hesitation, the dragon transformed in an instant, taking off into the sky.
Foxx’s heart started to run a marathon, while Harlow slowly looked back at him. “Hi?” His voice cracked.
Oh, Goddess, I really hope I’m not about to die…
Foxx slammed his eyes shut the moment he saw the man tense. He screamed as a weight knocked into him and took him to the ground, large hands wrapping around his wrists.
At the sound of sniffing, and the absence of horrible skin tearing pain, he slowly opened his eyes. Foxx blinked as he found Harlow’s face above him, the dhampir sniffing the air.
“ Mine ,” Harlow growled in a guttural voice, as those blue eyes of his seemed to scan his face.
He flinched when the man suddenly buried his face into Foxx’s neck and began to…nuzzle? Well, it certainly felt like nuzzling. The dhampir was rubbing his face against him.
Foxx cried out as the man’s fangs pierced his neck, but the pain faded almost instantly to pleasure, and his cock hardened swiftly. Moaning, Foxx threaded his fingers through Harlow’s hair as the dhampir sucked.
Before he even had a chance to worry about the man taking too much, Harlow pulled away, his fangs retracting much gentler than he’d thought the dhampir would be capable of at the moment.
“Harlow!” Foxx squeaked when the man started to tug on his jumper.
He quickly unclipped the straps of his dungarees, but groaned in disgust the moment he heard the sound of fabric tearing as the dhampir roughly tugged his jumper over his head. His eyes met Harlow’s intense blue gaze for a brief moment, enough to see that the man wasn’t there still, before he found himself rolled over and flailing as he plopped face down in the dirt.
“Ow,” he hissed, while propping himself up on his arms. Brushing his face off, he rubbed at his nose. “I just got these!” he squawked when he heard more seams tearing as the dhampir’s hands gripped the sides of his cute denim dungarees, covered with small embroidered rainbows, and roughly yanked them down, off his body with his boots.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Foxx gasped, as he peered back over his shoulder at the dhampir, who had just yanked his boxer briefs down. “You can’t—” His words cut off on spotting the man’s cock. “How come you managed to take your damn dick out without ruining any of your clothes, but MINE you rip?!” He blinked and gave his head a shake. “Wait, that’s not important, it’s irritating, but not important! My ass does not do dry! That is the point!”
Foxx glared, even as he shuddered, while Harlow ran his hands over his cheeks, the glowing gaze not even looking at him when he talked.
“HARLOW!” he snapped.
The man finally glanced up, but there were still no signs of him having returned to himself.
“That is not going to fit in my ass.”
The dhampir blinked, his head cocking slowly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Ass dry, you no fit!”
Harlow stared for one moment more, before dropping down, Foxx squealing as the man’s fangs pierced one of his asscheeks.
“WHY ALWAYS THERE!?!”
Blood burn or not, it seemed both Harlows were annoying ass-obsessed fuckers! He moaned while the man drank more of his blood, pleasure surging through his veins.
He was about to try to drive his point home again about his dry ass when Harlow pulled his fangs free, but whatever he planned to say disappeared as the dhampir dove right into his hole with his tongue.
“Oh!” he whimpered.
The man seemed to be trying to press as deep inside of him as he could with the wet appendage. Foxx’s eyes rolled back on a pleasure-filled groan, resting his chin on his arms while the man ate him out. Harlow, every so often, nipped at the tight rim of his opening.
“Yes, that’s it! Open me up!” he whined, pressing back as the dhampir slid a finger in alongside his tongue .
But, far too soon, the man was pulling both out, and pressing his cock against his now wet hole.
Foxx started to squeak, “Um, I don’t think—” His words cut off on a pain-filled yelp when the head of the dhampir’s prick popped past the tight ring of his hole. The burn was instant and breathtakingly intense.
Harlow let out an odd rumbling, keening sound, while running a hand down his now tense back. “ Mine… ” the man said, before the keening continued again. “Shhh.” The dhampir continued to rub his back, unmoving.
Tears forming in his eyes, Foxx tried to relax his body, as he struggled to breathe through the almost unbearable burning sensation.
Blinking on realizing that the man was trying to comfort him, he peered back and found the dhampir holding his lower body as still as the dead. The only thing on him that was moving was the hand he was running over Foxx. Even the man’s breathing seemed shallow, as if he was afraid that doing it too deeply would cause him pain.
Which meant…while he was not fully aware, he was at least not entirely mindless. The dhampir was there enough to know entering had hurt him a bit.
Taking a few deep breaths, Foxx forced his body to relax. “I’m okay…just go slow.”
He gasped, wincing as the dhampir started to press in.
“WAIT!” Foxx screamed in panic when the pain became too much.
The dhampir stilled.
Shuddering, he twisted awkwardly and found Harlow frozen again, the dhampir’s glowing eyes wide and oddly concerned. He pushed the limits of his flexibility to start searching inside Harlow’s jacket.
Foxx frowned as he became so confused at the random shit he was feeling while he went from pocket to pocket. Why the fuck did the man have to have so many?! And…was that…a rubber duck?
Leaving what was CLEARLY a bloody rubber duck alone, he went to the next pocket, yelling, “Thank fuck!” when he felt a liquid packet. Pulling it out, Foxx angrily tossed it aside on realizing it was ketchup.
“The fucking pack rat,” he grumbled, as he went back to searching, doing his best to just ignore the awkwardly blinking and still unmoving dhampir.
His brow pulled in confusion when he touched something metal. Metal wasn’t something odd to find in Harlow’s pocket, as he surely had a lot of bullet clips, but the shape of it was…
Pulling the thing out, Foxx just stared blankly at what turned out to be a horseshoe in his hand, before tossing it with an eye roll and reaching back in. He managed to pull out five more random sauce packets, an un-inflated beach ball, two fortune cookies that HAD to be expired, and a feather, before finally finding what he was looking for.
“Thank the fucking Goddess!” he hissed as he spotted the lube packet in his hand. He glared at the dhampir. “We are HAVING a talk about the shit you keep in your jacket after this!”
He snorted when Harlow just blinked and tilted his head.
Tearing the packet with his teeth, he reached back and emptied it right against where his hole was stretched taut around Harlow’s cock. Whimpering as he rubbed the substance along his rim, the dhampir growled low when he spread the rest over the man’s length.
Once done, Foxx rested back on his arms and tiredly huffed, “Move slowly.”
He did his best to not clench as Harlow began to press inside again, groaning when he bottomed out. The burn was still there, and it remained when the man pulled almost all of the way out, but as the dhampir pumped back in, his hole now semi-lubricated, pleasure mixed with the pain.
Foxx moaned loudly, his body trembling as the dhampir thrust inside him a few times, each one becoming a bit easier to take. But whatever control Harlow had maintained in his blood burn state seemed to snap with the next. Foxx cried out when the man roughly slammed into him, his body shaking from the force of it.
He clawed at the dirt, screaming again and again with each brutal thrust. The fiery burn was bad, but the spine-breaking pleasure was delicious. “Oh, Goddess. Oh, Goddess!” Foxx whined.
“ Mine !” Harlow growled, as his thighs slapped against his ass. But then the man seemed to hesitate for just a moment, while he started to pull his thick cock out once more, before pumping in again and rasping in a confused voice that was much deeper than normal, “Foxx?”
Foxx moaned, his mind taking a moment to realize what he’d heard, but when he finally did, he peered back and, on spotting the glowing blue eye, found himself blurting out, “Holy shit, Tony was right! My ass is enough to distract you and bring you back!”
“Don’t. Talk. About. Another. Man. When. I’m. Inside. You!” the dhampir growled dangerously as he punctuated each word by reburying his cock deep inside Foxx.
He gasped when the man gripped him around the throat and drew his back up against his chest, changing the angle of his thrusts. What followed was Foxx losing what was left of his mind to the haze.
His head floated in pleasure and pain, whimpering and crying as the dhampir rocketed up into his body again and again, his hard cock bobbing with each one.
Just when the pain in his ass seemed to be about to overwhelm the pleasure he was feeling, Foxx was bellowing out his release, the dhampir roaring out his own at the same time. As his cock shot cum across the ground, the man continued to thrust inside him as he filled his hole. Suddenly, Harlow bit into his neck, causing the pleasure to intensify, sending violent tremors through his body.
Foxx was desperately dragging air in by the time it was all over, and the dhampir pulled his fangs free.
“Bloody hell,” he whimpered, wincing while the man pulled out of him and slowly lowered him back to the ground. “Ugh, I’m—” He gasped. “—not moving—” Foxx took another gulp of air, and just gave up on complete sentences. “—Ten minutes!”
With his face down in the dirt, and definitely laying in cum, he just let out a continuous, and very tired, groan that was filled with pain, as his ass throbbed both inside and out.
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