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The first time it happened, they were mid-way to having wild, impromptu sex in Anders’ kitchen, tearing at each other’s clothes as Mitchell lifted the blond god up on the counter and yanked down his dress slacks, while Anders sent the buttons on the vampire’s plaid a-rolling all over the floor. When Mitchell wanted to peel off the last remnant of clothing he was wearing, his gloves, Anders stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
“No. Leave those on!”
The brunet lifted an eyebrow at that but complied, not really patient enough to question Anders’ whims.
There was no mention of gloves for a long time and Mitchell continued wearing his woollen green mittens, although he had the impression that Anders moane louder and came harder whenever they were having sex and Mitchell forgot to pull them off. But surely that was just him imagining stuff. Until one day Anders was buried knuckles-deep inside him, finger-fucking the living daylights out of him while delivering one of the sloppiest, amazing-est blowjobs Mitchell has ever had. While in the throes of passion, he unconsciously stretched his arms above his head, gloves and all. Anders’ eyes were fixed on Mitchell’s hands and his tongue did such filthy things that Mitchell could last no longer than a few seconds before he spilled into his boyfriend’s mouth. When Anders fucked him afterwards, the blond grabbed his wrists and pinned him down so fiercely that it got Mitchell hard again in no time.
The vampire began to understand that Anders had a thing for the gloves.
The blond asked him to leave them on while being fingered open in preparation for something bigger. When Mitchell asked why, he got a look from lust-blown eyes and a simple “‘cause they’re hot!”
So he duly did as ordered. His fingers curled against Anders’s prostate and the blond muttered obscenities while trying to pull him deeper.
*
One day Mitchell came home to find a present on his side of their bed, draped meaningfully across his pillow. It was a pair of black leather gloves, fingerless, slightly longer than his usual knitted mittens. There was a row of flat silver studs across the knuckles, but other than that they were undecorated. They fit him like, pardon the pun, gloves, and while he was still trying them on and flexing his hands, Anders appeared in the doorway behind him.
“Hot,” was all the blond said, leaning casually against the door frame and eyeing Mitchell with this sort of rare hunger that only came up when they hadn’t had sex for a longer time, or when Anders had a particularly naughty thought. Since they’d had sex this morning before Mitchell left for his shift at the hospital, there could only be one other answer. Sauntering over to the vampire, the blond draped one arm around Mitchell’s waist while the other reached out to caress one leather-gloved hand.
“Do you like them?” He asked in this low, raunchy voice, pressing himself against his vampire boyfriend so that Mitchell could feel the length of hot arousal burning through both their pants.
“Yeah, I…they’re great. Thank you”.
“Aw, you’re welcome. I like them, too”. He leaned in closer, whispering against Mitchell’s ear while his tongue flicked out to trace the shell of it.
“They make you look tough and dangerous…”Mitchell shuddered at the feeling of the hot tongue against his ear and let his leather-clad hands drop down to cup his god-boyfriend’s shapely butt. “I don’t need gloves to make me look tough, you know…”
“Is that so?” The blond smirked, arching into the touch. “Well, you can show me just how tough you are…”
“Yeah? How?”
“By wearing nothing but these gloves and fucking me right into next week…”
Mitchell was naked in no time.
*
He doesn’t mind wearing the leather gloves whenever Anders asks for it. It’s a little kink Mitchell finds quite endearing, and it’s not like Anders has suddenly stopped liking gloveless sex, so there’s no harm done in feeding that kink from time to time.
However, when the next present turns out to be a pair of elbow-length black stretchy gloves with horizontal slashes in them, Mitchell just snorts.
“I’m not wearing this, Anders, it’s gonna look plain stupid,” he says and tosses them aside, ignoring his boyfriend’s massive pout.
Anders never mentions them again but they sit on the dresser chair in their sleeping room like a burning reminder. Some days later while Anders is at work and Mitchell has a day off, his gaze falls on them when he steps out of the shower, and against better knowledge he slips them on. There’s hardly a moment when Mitchell regrets not having a reflection, but this is one of them. He’s curious to see what he looks like. Probably stupid, he thinks angrily when he realizes what he’s actually doing, and he’s about to pull them off again when the bedroom door opens and Anders walks in, home early from work.
And oh fuck, suddenly there’s no need for a mirror or a reflection at all, because Mitchell sees the look on Anders’ face, the glint that steals into his eyes as he looks the brunet over, and that tells the vampire everything he needs to know.
They’re on the bed within seconds and Anders is inside him before they even hit the mattress and - holy fuck, it's so good! Mitchell finds himself unexpectedly and secretly turned on like hell by the fact that Anders is so hard for him just because of these little bits of fabric.
They do each other twice that night and the gloves never come off until they’re sticky and wet from sweat and cum.
*
Okay, so Anders has a glove fetish.
Like, a massive one.
After the slashed fabric ones come various others, all fingerless and somewhere between wrist and elbow-length, though the long ones are Anders’s absolute favourites. He tells Mitchell one night that he just looks super-sexy in them. They come in a variety of materials, too: from simple fishnet ones to a pair laced with satin ribbons, and really fancy ones in black stretch with a net insert. Anders orders them off a UK website that sells Goth clothes, and he’s become a somewhat regular customer.
Mitchell doesn’t mind for the most part. Why should he when all it takes him to get laid like never before is wearing a pair of gloves? He’s more than happy to comply. And no matter whether it’s him on his back getting fucked, or whether he’s spilling himself into his boyfriend’s willing body, it’s wilder, more fierce, more intense whenever he’s in on one of these accessories.
Until one day Anders tries to talk Mitchell into really tacky, fishnet ones with a lace frill, and matching stay up stockings with a little black satin bow at the top because shit, that’d look so hot on those sinfully long legs of yours!
And Mitchell isn’t sure at all, it’s a bit too much for his liking - girly underwear, Anders please..?!
But when he sees the fire in the blond’s eyes it gives him an idea of all the wicked thoughts going on in the god’s head. In the end he complies because Anders has never disappointed him with his choices. They’ve done so many things that felt awkward or stupid at first but turned into something hot, and it’s not like anyone would see them, right? So, why not girly underwear?
Mitchell pulls the stockings up his hairy legs and the nylon is surprisingly cool against his skin, and he slides on the gloves - and fuck, there’s little bows everywhere and he feels so ridiculous it’s a relief he can’t see himself in the mirror because he knows he’s blushing like a teen. He almost wants to strip the whole gear off again, but then he catches a glimpse of Anders splayed on the bed, already naked and palming a massive erection, just waiting for Mitchell to sink down onto it.
And Jesus Christ, Anders’ face when Mitchell steps out from behind the closet and gives him a full, good view…god almighty, it’s priceless. He looks at Mitchell as if the brunet’s a particularly delicious dish and he never stops stroking himself while he beckons Mitchell over to the bed.
The vampire ends up riding Anders so hard they’re both not even able to moan or scream anymore but just make these hoarse, grunting sounds. Mitchell arches his body back in a curve and Anders’ fingernails dig into the skin of his thighs and the small of his back, leaving crescent marks of pleasure as he holds the vampire steady and thrusts up into him while dirty words fall from his lips like strings of pearls. It all makes Mitchell feel so filthy, but he loves every single second of it. They come at the same time, the vampire shooting creamy patterns all over his lover’s stomach while Anders’ seed is dripping from his hole and running down the blond’s slowly softening shaft to pool on the crumpled sheets.
And Anders just loves it when Mitchell’s stripped down to nothing but gloves, and what he loves even more is asking Mitchell to touch himself with them, to wrap glove-clad hands around his cock and start stroking, up and down, slowly, teasing Anders who watches so hungrily.
So one day Mitchell goes to great lengths to surprise his boyfriend. Up until now it’s always been Anders who brought on the presents, and Mitchell kind of wants to pay him back for the amazing sex they’ve had every time. They don’t do this on a regular basis, it’s more like this special treat that’s pulled from its box every once in a while, so the novelty and excitement doesn’t wear off to soon.
And excited is exactly what Mitchell feels when he unwraps his newest purchase from the delicate tissue paper and runs his hands over the surface. He hopes Anders will like them, but he’s almost sure he can tell the blond’s taste in the meantime. So he takes his time to prepare for his boyfriend. He slips on the new gloves - black velvet, and this time they’ve got fingers. He found them at a vintage store, they’re actually from the 1920s. The soft material caresses his skin and Mitchell almost gets hard from the sheer feeling of the fabric. Once his arms are sheathed fully inside them, the gloves reach up past his elbow. His fingers look even longer. Mitchell feels sexy, wearing nothing but two long pieces of black velvet. Sexy and sinful. Out of a whim, he has also bought a pearl necklace at the same shop. He had a feeling that it’d look good with the gloves, and indeed it does - well, again, he can’t see himself, but it certainly feels good. Debauched. Forbidden. Anders is going to love it.
Mitchell drapes himself across the bed like a huge present and waits. Not long until he hears the door, hears Anders call out for him, and he says nothing but lets his boyfriend come to the bedroom, lets Anders walk in on him totally unprepared, and Mitchell actually rejoices at the face the blond is making once he catches sight of his vampire spread out like that, arms draped casually over the pillows and a smug smile on his lips. Anders' eyes are so huge and wide and lust-blown. Mitchell gives him his best 'come hither’ look, knowing perfectly that it works every single time.
The blond god climbs on the bed, watching Mitchell with hungry eyes as he leans down to slide his tongue inside the vampire’s mouth. There are no preliminaries, no teasing or fooling around.
“Touch yourself for me," Anders commands him after the kiss breaks, and Mitchell complies readily, the tone sending a shiver down his spine. He absolutely loves when Anders takes control like that. Mitchell’s velvet fingers wrap around his filling cock and lazily stroke it to hardness, meeting Anders’ eyes in a smouldering, daring gaze.
The blond is licking his lips as he slowly peels off his own clothing, watching in fascination as the black velvet slides over the smooth head of the vampire’s cock. He watches as Mitchell pulls back the foreskin and runs a black-clad finger along the ridge, as teases the little slit and reaches down to fondle his balls while he pumps himself with long, deliberate strokes of his fist.
Mitchell is taking delight in this, both in the treatment he’s giving himself and in the show he’s giving his boyfriend. His breath is speeding up already, his cock hardening under the strange, new sensation of the velvet fabric rubbing over it.
His boyfriend is stripped down now as well. Anders doesn’t need a hand between his legs to get his interest up. He’s already hard and leaking from the view that is presented to him. Mitchell arches his back and hips off the bed in a rolling motion, unconsciously relieving the build-up of tension in his stomach. Anders squints as he catches a glimpse of the pink promise that lies behind the vampire’s taut balls.
“Go on,” he rasps. “Do that again. Show me your delicious little hole."
Mitchell can’t help the moan that leaves his throat as he rolls to his side and lifts one leg to give the blond another good view. His fingers find his hole and he uses two of them to spread it open for display, moaning again at the sheer filthiness of the position.
“That’s good,” Anders slurs, drawing out the vowels as if drunken from the sight. “Rub yourself for me, come on…such a lovely little hole. Rub it with your fingers 'til it’s red as a cherry.”
That raunchy voice is shooting straight to Mitchell’s groin, and it’s not even Bragi ordering him around but simply Anders - yet he’s helpless and has to do as he’s told. He circles his hole with a finger, the velvet so soft and teasing against the sensitive muscle. He spreads and rubs himself for Anders’ pleasure, and for his own. Suddenly there’s movement on the bed as Anders goes for the drawer and reaches for the lube. Mitchell draws a sharp breath when gooey liquid drips down his cleft and grazes his throbbing pucker.
“Finger yourself open,” comes the order as more lube is squeezed onto his fingers, soaking through the fabric of the gloves. “Come on, I want to see you working that hole”.
The vampire’s head drops back to the pillows and a ripple runs through his body as he moans. He does as ordered, panting with the effort, the angle, and the bolt of lust shooting through him as first one, then two fingers breach his passage and push inside. He shoves them in and pulls back out again, and again, not caring whether he ruins the gloves, he just wants to get off now because fuck, this is hot…and it can’t possibly get any hotter, or that’s what he thinks before he feels himself being stretched open even more, feels two more fingers coming up his ass and oh god it’s so good, please, Anders…and they find a rhythm together that makes Mitchell moan out loud and rock his hips down onto their hands.
“That’s it, work that hole for me…four fingers up your tight little ass, do you even know how gorgeous you look like this? Aaah fuck, Mitchell…pump your cock again, I wanna see you cum..”
“Nnnnhhh…uuuh…,” is all the vampire manages to say as he blindly reaches for his cock that’s bobbing against his stomach and gives himself a few quick, hard pumps while pushing down onto his own and his boyfriend’s fingers, splitting himself open.
The blond’s fingers curl against his prostate, and Mitchell howls. “Oh fuck, Anders, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah? You’re gonna what, huh? You’re gonna cum all over those velvet gloves, yeah? You’re gonna spill some pearls like the ones round your neck? Yes baby…that’s it…cum for me, go on…make a mess of yourself…”
With a scream and a last push into his fist Mitchell comes, hard. He’s shooting all over his stomach, spilling over the gloves and over Anders’s hand. Anders keeps finger-fucking him through all of it, until he has pumped out the last pearly drop and his cock is empty, but still so achingly hard.
Anders removes his fingers with an obscene plop. Mitchell begins to slip his own fingers out as well but is stopped by a sharp command.
“Those fingers stay where they are.”
His eyes fly open as he looks at Anders in shock, but his boyfriend is totally serious. Mitchell knows that smirk. It tells him the blond is up to something naughty. He takes Mitchell’s free hand in his and begins to lick the droplets of cum from the gloves, then he leans down to lap up the rest from the vampire’s stomach and chest, gathering every single drop in his mouth as he minutely cleans up the 'mess’ Mitchell has been ordered to make.
Only when Anders leans in for a kiss and nudges the brunet’s mouth open, Mitchell realizes he hasn’t swallowed the seed at all.
Oh god, that’s so filthy…
He moans into his boyfriend’s mouth when he’s being fed his own cum in a lazy kiss. He’s still spreading his hole onto his fingers, his gloves wet from sperm and lube - but, shit, it’s so so so fucking good…
“You’re gorgeous,” Anders whispers against his lips and earns himself a feverish glance from chocolate eyes. “I need to fuck you now…”
As if to illustrate his words, the blond god fists his neglected cock. Mitchell can’t help but moan wantonly at the sight of what’s going to fill him up soon, and thanks to his vampire stamina he’s already growing hard again.
He wants to remove his fingers to make room for his boyfriend’s cock, but is once again stopped by a hand that pushes his fingers even deeper.
Wha..? he asks but doesn’t get any further before the tip of Anders’s cock is nudging against his ring and then…
...oh holy crap!…he’s pushing inside along Mitchell’s fingers and fuuuck, the sensation of it, being stretched like that…holy fucking shit it’s good, so good, and hot, and dirty and Jesus fuck, Anders please move!
He’s being filled up and getting pounded so good, fuck, he had no idea he needed it this badly, Anders’s cock slipping in and out of him and his own fingers covered in slick velvet and nailing his prostate repeatedly until he sees stars. His thighs fly open, his free hand grabs the bars of the bed, and he’s screaming now in sheer pleasure, encouraging Anders to do whatever he wants to him because Mitchell is undone beyond any limits and utterly at his service…
Anders grabs him by the pearl necklace around his throat and twists it round his hand, slightly choking him while his thrusts into Mitchell’s ruined passage become harder, rougher, frenzied with the need to finally spill over the edge.
“God, you’re so tight…so fucking tight inside, so slick and hot, you feel so good…you’re working my cock so good, yeah baby keep doing that, keep clenching that muscle…yeah fuck…your fingers rubbing against me, that’s so hot baby, you’re so fucking hot I need to come inside you…”
And then there’s a shout and a groan, Anders’s forehead drops to Mitchell’s shoulder and the vampire feels something hot splashing into him, but he can’t think anymore because he’s coming so hard again, untouched by himself or Anders, and he just flails and falls bonelessly back to the sheets.
*
When they come down from their high after what seems like hours, still panting, glistening from sweat and other body fluids, Anders carefully peels the gloves off Mitchell and tosses them aside, then he links hands with his boyfriend and rubs his nose against the vampire’s while his other hand plays with the pearls again.
“Quite creative, flapper boy,” he smiles and tilts his head up in search for Mitchell’s lips.
“Anything for you, grand old pervert,” the vampire quips, smiling, before he answers the kiss.