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The evening had begun as nothing more than an escape; a way to drown out the nausea and dread of returning to his normal life that was supposed to be perfect. He had left the house to drink until he couldn't remember whatever he and Trina would do when he returned home, but something – well, someone – had changed his plans. He expected to get a few whiskeys In him and then leave the bar, and he did, but Instead of going home, he finds himself walking In the opposite direction to his house – and with a handsome stranger who had suggested they skip the pleasantries and just go to his place.
Marvin has never done this before, and In a more sober state of mind he would never have accepted the offer, but If now Is the time to finally let his real self have a bit of fun, then he’ll go with It. For once, he even hopes he’ll remember what happened In the morning.
They shared coy glances at one another when the man first entered, and Marvin had failed to be discreet when he kept staring at the work of art just a few seats away from him. The stranger had obviously noticed his gawking, even found It amusing, and Marvin could hardly believe It when the man had approached him Instead of Ignoring him or finding a new seat. His offer to buy the stranger a drink had been a new thing for him, but he was grateful for the man’s forwardness, or he likely would have spent the night alone when the man realised he was too afraid to ask to go back to his place.
He doesn't know whether agreeing to follow the stranger home was a mistake that he'll regret until he dies, or a wonderful new opportunity to give himself a taste of the life he has always wanted. It's hard to know when he's being pinned against a wall and a pair of fangs are gleaming at him from behind the strangers– Whizzer's lips.
It's an odd name, but he doesn't have time to think about that when the threat of being drained or turned Into one of those creatures Is dangling just over his head. He's at Whizzer's mercy, though he still tries to fight for the upper hand.
“You won't make me one of your kind.” Marvin spits out, struggling for air as Whizzer's hands tighten around his throat. The sharpened claws at the tips of his fingers poke against Marvin's soft flesh, and If he dared to move even a centimetre he knows that would be the end of him, so he has no choice but to wait at the mercy of the monster above him. “You really think I'd turn you, sweetheart?” The vampire laughs In his face. Although Marvin Is completely terrified, he keeps a stone cold expression – even If he Is certain that Whizzer can already smell his fear – as the air Is squeezed out of his lungs.
The vampire leans down until their faces are only an Inch apart, then tilts his head to breathe Ice cold air onto Marvin's ear. “I think It'll be far more fun to drain you until you're almost dead, then have you beg for me to finish you off.” He purrs Into Marvin's ear. He hears a deep Inhale come from beside him, feeling Whizzer's nose brush against his cheek, and Marvin tries his best not to shudder – though he's becoming less certain whether he's terrified or excited for the creature to finally sink his fangs Into his neck.
“You'll whimper and plead for mercy, but I won't give It to you. You have to live with the knowledge that you let me drink from you and ruined your body forever.” For some reason, this thought doesn't make Marvin feel as disgusted as he wanted himself to be, and he almost enjoys the way the vampire brings one of his hands up to brush across his cheek. He finds himself even wanting everything the monster promised him, and this horrifies him.
With only one hand now on his throat, Marvin knows that he could try to escape again; even If his neck would still be damaged, at least he'd have a better chance of surviving with only one tear In It. Yet something stops him from moving, and he continues to stand as still as a statue, pinned to the wall by the vampire as It caresses his cheek. His mind screams at his body to follow Its commands and fight back, but every muscle and bone In his body Is now under Whizzer's control, or maybe that's just what he's telling himself.
“Come on, baby, you don't have to fight this.”
“Fuck you.” Marvin growls through gritted teeth, scraping his hands against Whizzer's front uselessly and throwing weak punches at his chest, his body becoming Impossibly hot despite the cold vampire pressing against him. Whizzer laughs at his pitiful attempts at escape, and Marvin grabs Whizzer's shirt In his sweaty palms, trying one last time to spin them around and swap their places, despite knowing he doesn't have the strength for It.
Whizzer presses his palm to Marvin's forehead and smiles down at him, pinning him to the wall until Marvin Is sure his skull or the brick will crack. He grunts and tries to throw himself against Whizzer, but their bodies are too close for him to be able to gain any momentum or catch him off guard. He feels helpless, and though he keeps pretending not to want this, he feels a sense of arousal building Inside of him. Being at the mercy of another man Isn’t something he had ever expected to experience, but now he can't believe how arousing It Is.
His head Is thrown back against the wall, and Marvin groans as the hard brick sends a tingling pain through his skull. He has no time to react or fight back, however, because his thoughts are completely erased from his mind when he feels Whizzer's teeth against his throat, and In the matter of milliseconds a pair of fangs sink In and pierce the flesh. Marvin’s skin and vein burst open, shooting blood down Whizzer’s throat Immediately.
Sparks of electricity shoot through his body, setting his Insides on fire as his nerves twitch and his body trembles with the thrilling sensation In his neck. His fingers tighten their grasp on Whizzer’s shirt, and he can't hold back the breathless moan that finds Its way to the back of his throat. The ceiling blurs and the world spins around him, and he would collapse If he wasn't being pressed so hard against the wall.
He loses feeling In his legs, and his jaw hangs loosely from his skull, leaving his mouth agape In shock as he feels Whizzer's teeth sink deeper Into him. His body Is undone like a gift, Whizzer's touch delicately unwinding the bow from around him, and his broken skin opens further to accommodate Whizzer's fangs as though he was made to take them. There's no escape, but now he can't Imagine why he would want to.
As the blood flows from his veins and Into Whizzer’s mouth, he feels a calming sensation course through him, gentle waves lapping at his Insides and soothing him, allowing every ounce of fear to leak out of his body and leave him to float In a quiet abyss. He listens to the fast drumming of his heart as It pounds against his ribs, but It soon fades Into the background as he allows himself to sink deeper Into the pleasant feelings shooting through his body.
It feels like he’s floating across a gentle sea, the waves washing against his back as he lays there and gazes up at the sky, seeing stars twinkle on the backs of his eyelids as he lets the waves carry him away. There’s no land In sight, but he Isn’t scared yet, because he trusts the ocean’s gentle hands on his body. Whizzer slurps at his blood hungrily, lust clouding his mind and blurring his senses, leaving him with the animalistic desire for more. He loosens his grip on Marvin’s wrist and head In his desperation to find more blood, and Marvin realises he can escape.
Despite the lightheaded feeling weakening his ability to think about what he’s doing, Marvin manages to tighten his grip on Whizzer and charges forwards, sending the two of them crashing Into another wall. He slams Whizzer against It and feels his flesh tear and come apart when the vampire’s fangs disconnect from his neck, and It feels nice for a brief moment, before the sudden rush of adrenaline disappears and leaves him groaning In pain.
Whizzer throws his head back and laughs, before looking down at Marvin through his half lidded eyes, a sly smirk appearing on his crimson lips. The sight of his own blood smeared across Whizzer’s face makes Marvin feel strange, but he doesn’t have time to pick apart this feeling, because he’s caught off guard by Whizzer once more. His wrists are snatched up by the clawed pairs of hands, and he’s spun around and shoved back to the wall he was against only a few seconds ago.
He howls In pain when his nose Is crushed against the wall, and he tries to kick Whizzer In the leg, but to no avail. The vampire chuckles behind him, before he feels fingers tangling In his hair and his head Is wrenched backwards.
“There’s no need for all that, Marvin.” Whizzer’s sultry voice breathes Into his ear, leaving Marvin with an odd variety of emotions that he can’t quite make out, the feelings blending Into one jumbled mess and swirling around his fog filled mind. A voice whispers In the back of his mind that he doesn’t have to think, Its soothing sound taking away all of the confusion and allowing him to once again relax under Whizzer’s body.
Behind him he can feel Whizzer’s hips shifting slightly as he leans closer, and Marvin can feel his bulge against his ass, making him heat up In embarrassment – and, much to his displeasure, arousal. He breathes heavily as Whizzer nuzzles his face Into the space between his neck and shoulder, creeping his way to one of the veins and sinking Into his flesh once more, his fangs slotting In perfectly.
When the fangs make contact with his body once more, Marvin lets out a gasp of pain, which fades Into the feelings of pleasure and want that overwhelms his body. He doesn’t know why he feels so calmed by the presence of Whizzer’s fangs In his neck, nor why It makes him so turned on, but he allows himself to relax and enjoy the odd sensations. He groans as his face Is smeared against the wall, and he can’t help himself from thrusting his hips against the wall a little when Whizzer digs deeper Into his flesh.
The slight movement makes Whizzer groan In response, and Marvin moans when the fangs tear him open even wider, warm blood staining his shirt collar and flowing down his skin. Whizzer hungrily laps at It and slurps from the gaping wounds, before stepping back and bringing Marvin with him. He Is dragged closer to Whizzer until his back Is pressed against Whizzer’s chest, and he struggles not to collapse when his trembling legs are forced to hold up his weight once more.
He opens his eyes to try and peer through the tears caught on his eyelashes, making out blurry shapes of the apartment as Whizzer guides him through It, taking note of the few spare pieces of furniture scattering the small area In the hopes that he can use them to escape somehow. They soon enter a dark room, and Marvin Is thrown onto something soft. He lets out a wheezy breath when he collapses onto It, his lungs being compressed by what he assumes to be Whizzer’s bed.
His throat Is freed from Whizzer’s fangs, and he brings his hand up to cover the still bleeding tooth marks. Thankfully Whizzer was careful when pulling away from him, though a gentle throbbing pain still resides under his skin and reminds him of his mortality. He rolls onto his back as best as he can and looks up at Whizzer, struggling to see him In the darkness – he’s only able to make out his eyes, which reflect back at him unnaturally despite the lack of light.
The pair of eyes come closer, and Marvin tries his best to shuffle backwards across the bed, using only his elbow to move. Of course, he doesn’t get very far before Whizzer Is upon him again, though the vampire keeps him at an arm's distance, and stares down at Marvin curiously as the frightened man tries to fill his deflated lungs.
His heart pounds In his chest, and he can see the hunger In Whizzer’s glowing eyes as he watches Marvin try to keep his blood In his veins. The warm sticky fluid slicks his fingers as he presses them to the wounds on the side of his neck, and a thought enters his lust-clouded mind. Normally Marvin would shove these thoughts away just as he has done with them for the rest of his life, but with the alcohol still pumping through his body, he Is unable to stop himself from what he does next.
Slowly, as though he Is approaching a wild animal, Marvin brings his hand up to Whizzer’s face, offering his bloody fingers to the vampire. He listens to Whizzer take In a shaky breath through his nose, then he wraps his hand around Marvin’s wrist and slowly pushes his arm back down. For a moment Marvin feels disappointed, then Whizzer guides his fingers to press against his own lips.
His eyes widen, but his body doesn’t allow his mind to process this as he parts his lips and allows Whizzer to push his own fingers between them. The Iron taste touches the tip of his tongue and scatters across his taste buds, and Marvin Immediately understands why Whizzer has been so hungry for It.
Without thinking he closes his mouth around his fingers and sucks, his eyelids fluttering closed as a mixture of saliva and the warm liquid washes down his throat; the metallic taste Is something he had taken for granted before, but now he can’t fathom how wonderful It tastes. He feels Whizzer’s fingers brushing through his hair soothingly, and he obediently follows his silent command to lick his hand completely clean.
He opens his mouth even wider to take his fingers deeper, cleaning them all the way down to the base, and with Whizzer’s guidance he runs his tongue along his palm, breathing heavily as he feasts on his own taste.
“You understand now, don’t you?” Whizzer murmurs, and Marvin nods In agreement, letting out a barely disguised moan. As he finishes cleaning himself off, Whizzer’s hands suddenly land on his chest, and the vampire’s nimble fingers quickly work on unbuttoning his shirt. He can’t do anything about It, too aroused to stop Whizzer or even attempt to protest, and though In a more sober state of mind he’d try to escape, now he wants this.
Is this what It feels like every time Whizzer drinks blood? Marvin can’t stop himself from feeling envious, wishing he could feel this high again. Whizzer will get to experience It again and again with other people, and he finds this thought distressing, wanting to keep the vampire all to himself.
His mind goes blank when he feels Whizzer’s teeth nibbling at his now bare chest, and he writhes on the mattress as the cold air hits him, his heart racing. The teasing bites drive him Insane, and he thrusts his hips up Into the air, desperate to feel more than gentle pin pricks on his skin. Thankfully Whizzer seems to hear this thought, and graciously shoves his knee between Marvin’s legs, providing him with more friction.
Marvin breathlessly thanks the vampire, though his words are drowned out by his own pitiful moans as he rolls his hips and grinds his clothed crotch against Whizzer’s thigh. He can barely control himself, and doesn’t even notice he’s completely shirtless until he’s suddenly trembling when Whizzer’s cold hands run along his sides, the touch making him drool.
“More– please–” He pants heavily, reaching up to grab Whizzer’s shirt with desperation that he has never felt before, thrusting up against him as fast as his exhausted body will let him.
“Are you sure you can handle more, baby? I don’t like to leave my toys broken.” The vampire purrs, his bright eyes squinting down at Marvin curiously. Though he still feels a hint of shame, Marvin can’t let go of this opportunity to satiate his decade long hunger, and he nods eagerly, feeling around for the buttons of Whizzer’s shirt. His trembling hands struggle to grip the buttons when he finds them, and he resorts to just grabbing the fabric and pulling at It until the shirt opens.
“This was one of my nice shirts!” Whizzer hisses when a few of the buttons fly off, but Marvin doesn’t listen, nor does he care enough to apologise, moving on to reach between their bodies and grab Whizzer’s belt. His hands are quickly slapped away, and Whizzer plants himself directly on top of Marvin’s lap, his knees resting on either side of Marvin’s torso before he leans down until Marvin can feel his cold breath on his face.
Marvin squirms beneath him, letting out a sound of disbelief that something so small had upset the vampire, though he can’t deny that he likes having Whizzer on his lap, and doesn’t regret doing what he had to to get Whizzer here.
“Apologise.” The word sounds more like an animalistic snarl when It reaches Marvin’s ear, though he scoffs at the command and rolls his eyes, his mind too clouded by lust to be frightened of the creature.
“Sorry.” Marvin snorts, his face twisted Into a smirk that he can’t wipe off. At first he had felt a little guilty, but now he’s just amused by the situation, believing that Whizzer Is just joking. How can something like a shirt be so Important to him? It's just clothes.
That thought quickly leaves his head when Whizzer draws his hand back and slams his balled up fist Into Marvin’s nose, smashing the cartilage with ease and Immediately drawing blood. A loud crack resonates throughout the room, and after a moment he finally processes what happened, yelping In pain when his body recovers from the shock. The alcohol In his system Is soaked up by the horrible tingling In his face, and he struggles to breathe as the blood gushes from his nose.
His arousal quickly subsides, though It almost Immediately returns when he feels Whizzer’s tongue on his lips, catching the river of blood and lapping It up eagerly. The wetness against his face makes him flush red In embarrassment, though the sensation also somewhat distracts him from the pain, and he feels a strange mixture of confusion and arousal as Whizzer presses open mouthed kisses to his top lip and runs his tongue across Marvin’s philtrum.
Thanks to the blood, Whizzer doesn’t stay mad for long, and once Marvin’s nose stops bleeding he finishes cleaning the smeared crimson off of his lips and sits up. The air Is overbearingly warm, and Marvin Is blinded by his hunger and lust once more, reaching for Whizzer’s belt. This time he Isn’t denied from what he wants, and he Is allowed to undo the metal buckle and pull the piece of leather from the loops on Whizzer’s pants.
There Is still a part of him that feels shameful for doing this, but the guilt Is buried by a strange euphoric feeling as he unzips Whizzer's pants – It's different and confusing, but he welcomes this burst of joy Inside him, his throat feeling tight with emotion as he pulls down Whizzer's pants. The vampire allows him to slowly and cautiously navigate around this new situation, and brushes his hands through Marvin's hair as the nervous man hesitates to reach for Whizzer's waistband. It's just within reach, but he worries that If he touches the subject of his lust then he will wake up from this dream. Saliva pools on his tongue, and he swallows down the thick bubbles, but they fight all the way down, preventing him from finding the courage he needs and clogging up his airways.
It takes Whizzer grabbing his wrists and bringing his trembling hands closer for him to finally realise that this Isn’t a dream or some blood loss Induced hallucination, and he loses his breath when Whizzer guides his hand to cup the bulge In his underwear. It makes him forget why he had ever tried to pretend he didn't want this, and he wishes desperately that he had discovered the wonders of another man's body far sooner.
If there wasn't his own member to worry about then Marvin could lay here for hours and touch Whizzer until he had gotten enough – which would never happen – but now he can't wait any longer, and he quickly strokes Whizzer through his briefs, then reaches down to grab his own belt.
Whizzer Immediately surges forward to help him, and makes quick work of getting Marvin’s lower half freed from his pants, tossing his belt to the side carelessly and almost breaking his zipper with his eagerness to get his hands on Marvin.
He feels like a teenage boy again – but this time he's experimenting with something he actually wants. For now he can forget all those years of touching breasts and pretending to enjoy It, only to throw up In the bathroom afterwards; because now he has the body he has always wanted within reach. They fumble around and knock their sweaty hands together as they feel each other's skin and playfully dip their fingers Into one another's waistbands, until Whizzer stops their taunting game and finally makes the first move.
Marvin lets out a whiny breath when Whizzer palms at the front of his briefs, his expert fingers pressing against his half erect member with just enough pressure for It to be slightly painful but still pleasant. He Isn't given the chance to be surprised by the fact that he had let out such a pitiful sound, because Whizzer’s hand quickly begins moving and distracts him from everything he had previously thought about. Stars dance on the back of his eyelids, and Marvin throws his head back against the pillows, squirming and writhing around as Whizzer mercilessly touches him through his briefs. It's almost too much for him, and Marvin thinks he could come just from these touches.
A sharp pain pierces his neck once more, two small points feeling like tiny daggers In his vein, and Marvin realises that Whizzer Is biting him again. It hurts much more than the previous bites – Whizzer no longer showing him kindness as he drinks from Marvin’s veins eagerly; though his mind registers the pain as almost pleasurable because of Whizzer's hand still touching him.
He rolls his hips up Into Whizzer’s palm and pants heavily, desperate to find more friction as he slides his clothed member against the cupped hand. Whizzer Is too distracted by Marvin’s blood to help him get off, and Marvin resorts to pressing his hands Into Whizzer’s hips and pulling him closer until Whizzer's entire body Is laying on top of him. Marvin wastes no time trying to get comfortable before he begins moving again, keeping a bruising hold on Whizzer’s hips and grinding Into his body eagerly.
Oxygen struggles to reach his lungs as Marvin thrusts against Whizzer’s bulge and hips, digging his nails Into Whizzer’s lower back and ass, squeezing their bodies closer and closer together. Soon enough Whizzer Is brought back to reality by Marvin’s eager grinding, and he replicates the movement, rolling their bodies together and drawing another moan from Marvin’s permanently wide open mouth. It's too much and not enough all at once, and Marvin Impatiently shrugs Whizzer’s face away from his neck.
Whizzer gives In to Marvin's demands and pulls away from the open wounds, sliding his hand down Marvin’s briefs and grabbing the erect member In his hands. Just the feeling of something holding him Is enough to make Marvin leak precome, and he desperately bucks up Into Whizzer’s palm. He opens his eyes slightly to look up at the glowing balls of light emanating from above him, and he groans In a mixture of pain and pleasure when Whizzer squeezes his member and begins to move his hand to meet Marvin’s thrusts.
The world spins, and Marvin can hardly breathe, his body completely overwhelmed with bliss as he thrusts his shaky hips Into Whizzer's tight grip, unable to move much considering he Is flat against the mattress, though he still tries to keep the motion going. It doesn't take long for him to climax, and he goes completely limp when It arrives, thrusting Into Whizzer’s hand once final time before he collapses, his legs and hips twitching as he shoots his load onto himself. His lungs feel like they are about to explode, and he almost faints from how Incredible he feels, the nerves In his body still twitching and making his limbs jerk as he struggles to come down from the high.
Once the bright stars In his vision fade back Into the darkness, and his body finally stops shaking, Marvin quickly sits up and feels around for Whizzer's waistband, carefully sliding his underwear down his legs before tossing It off to the side. Before he can reach for Whizzer's member, his wrist Is caught by the other’s hand.
“I'm going to come with you Inside me, handsome.” The vampire purrs In the same sultry voice that had made him melt at the bar, and Marvin freezes up, certain that he won't be able to move ever again. If he didn't feel so aroused, he'd think he had turned Into a statue with how still he Is, though the burning heat In his cheeks assures him that he Is still made of flesh and blood. All of the air leaves his lungs, and he only snaps out of the shock when he begins to feel dizzy, shaking himself awake and breathing In quickly. He nods eagerly at Whizzer's words, and brings his mouth up to his lips once more.
With how turned on he Is, It doesn't take long for Marvin to slick his fingers with the endless river of saliva pooling on his tongue, and he coats three of his fingers completely before feeling Whizzer sit up to allow him Inside. Marvin Is disrupted for a moment by a sudden thought of how to make this more Interesting, and he collects some of the wet blood from his neck before then offering his fingers to Whizzer. The vampire holds himself open and slowly lowers himself down, and Marvin slides one digit Into his hole, almost passing out from arousal when Whizzer lets out a breathy moan.
Time passes slowly, and Marvin almost forgets how to move with how In awe he Is. He thinks he could stay here forever, just hearing Whizzer pant heavily as the tip of Marvin’s finger slides Into his hole, though he’s reminded of his desperation, and quickly shoves his finger deeper. He curls the digit a few times, worming his way Into Whizzer and devouring every sound he lets out, feeling the man’s legs clench around his hips.
Though he has never been enthusiastic about It, Marvin has an odd talent for sex, and his finger expertly slides In and out of Whizzer, stretching open his hole quickly and smearing It with some of his own blood. Every movement of his finger drags another moan from Whizzer’s permanently agape mouth, and Marvin smirks proudly as he thrusts his Index Into Whizzer a few more times before adding a second finger.
He moves quickly, but carefully, spreading his digits apart and bringing them together over and over again, focusing on stretching Whizzer open, which annoys the vampire. Marvin’s fast yet delicate movements aren’t enough, and Whizzer slams himself down on the man’s lap, forcing the lengths of both fingers as far Inside of him as they will go. The vampire moans In ecstacy, and Marvin almost drools all over himself In his surprise, his own mouth falling open slightly. He loses all sense of control, becoming fixated on forcing that sound out of Whizzer again In any way he can, and quickly moves his wrist.
He begins making circular movements, twisting his wrist and curling his fingers since he can’t move them any other way, and this makes Whizzer groan softly, rolling his hips slightly to drag Marvin’s fingers against his walls.
Impatiently, Whizzer pulls himself off of Marvin’s fingers and quickly tugs down his briefs, eagerly rolling the waistband down and pulling them down just enough for Marvin’s member to spring free. Before Marvin has the chance to process what happened and prepare, his hand Is shoved out of the way and Whizzer eagerly wraps his fingers around Marvin’s cock, Immediately rubbing It. The sweat and precome that already coat It make It easy for Whizzer to slide his hand up and down the rock hard member, spitting on It just once before the skin Is slicked up enough.
Marvin pants heavily, thrusting his hips up off of the mattress a few times to fuck Whizzer’s hand again, and In only a matter of seconds, he Is suddenly left with nothing. He feels the mattress sink down a little as Whizzer adjusts his positioning a few times, raising his hips above Marvin’s, and Marvin feels suddenly compelled to grab onto the man. He places one hand on the left side of Whizzer’s hip, and holds the base of his member with the other, slowly guiding the vampire’s hole to meet his tip.
When their bodies finally make contact, the two of them let out matching, deep sighs, the air feeling thick In their lungs as the smell of lust wafts through It. Though Marvin somewhat wants to be careful with the creature that almost killed him, he finds himself relieved when Whizzer slides down lower without bothering to be careful, squeezing more of Marvin Into his tight wet heat.
The world spins, and Marvin’s sensitive member twitches a few times as Whizzer clenches around It, coaxing more precome from the tip and allowing Whizzer to fall completely on top of Marvin’s lap. Marvin moans and places both hands on either side of Whizzer’s hips, massaging from the protruding bones at his sides, down to his thighs over and over again as the two of them adjust to Marvin’s whole length being Inside of the vampire.
Stars dance on the pitch black ceiling, and Marvin lets out a breathy moan when he finally thrusts up Into Whizzer, forcing a surprised, high-pitched sound from the man above. He digs his nails Into Whizzer’s hips, and uses all of his energy to thrust up again, burrowing deeper Into the warm tightness In search of Whizzer’s sweet spot. They both moan and gasp each time Marvin moves, the friction and roughness and wetness make It Impossible to focus, and soon Marvin Is sloppily thrusting Into Whizzer – this doesn’t seem to bother him though, because even with the weak and Irregular thrusts, It still brings him closer to his climax.
It doesn’t take long for Marvin to grow tired, his trembling legs finding It difficult to keep holding his weight as well as Whizzer’s, and he manages to find Whizzer’s prostate once before having to collapse onto the mattress and just roll his hips lightly a few times. Whizzer doesn’t give him a moment to rest, and decides to take matters Into his own hand; he slowly lifts his hips up until Marvin’s tip barely rests In his ass, then drops back down onto the older man’s lap, coaxing louder moans out of the two of them.
He's grateful for Whizzer's endless energy, and drops his head against the pillows with a strained groan when he feels Whizzer clench around him. The vampire places both hands on Marvin's chest, then slowly lifts his hips up once more, taking his time before finally sliding back down onto Marvin's lap. He rolls his hips experimentally a few times, and Marvin can practically sense the annoying smirk on the vampire’s face when he lets out a pathetically whiny moan.
Before he can try and regain his composure, Whizzer takes every last shred of It from him, and starts bouncing up and down on his lap at an almost painfully quick pace. Claws dig Into his chest, and he and Whizzer both almost come when the vampire forces Marvin's tip against his prostate – Whizzer almost tears Marvin’s chest open with how Intensely he scratches against It, letting out a moan louder than any of his previous ones. His hips stutter, and his trembling legs struggle to keep up the pace, and he almost fully collapses onto Marvin, though he just barely keeps himself up.
It takes about half a minute for Whizzer to catch his breath and finally begin moving again, and once he does the world almost crumbles. Marvin can barely breathe between each moan he lets out, every sound being Immediately followed by another each time Whizzer slams down on his lap, taking his rock hard member all the way Inside of himself until Marvin almost chokes on his own spit. He almost cries when Whizzer leans down to bite him again, feeling the tiny daggers graze against his chest before digging In just as Whizzer drops onto his lap again. Blood trickles down his chest as Whizzer hungrily gnaws at the skin, peeling back the layers and finding veins that he bites Into just for fun, allowing the sticky fluid to drip down Marvin’s chest Instead of licking It up. Pain blends Into pleasure, and Marvin moans each time a new stab of agony pokes at his body, his brain becoming a mess as his neurons misfire.
Delicate pecks and carnal bites are scattered across his chest until It becomes a bloodied mess, and Whizzer poorly cleans him up, running his tongue across Marvin’s chest and moaning against the skin as he continues to ride the exhausted man.
Whizzer bounces up and down until It hurts, and doesn’t stop even when Marvin shoots his load Into his heat, only acknowledging Marvin’s climax with a moan when the fluid seeps Into him. Whizzer continues to milk him through his orgasm, rolling his hips faster and faster until Marvin Is sore and overstimulated, his eyes leaking with an endless flow of tears. The pleasure soon stops completely, but thankfully Whizzer shoots his own load onto Marvin's stomach and chest before sliding back down onto him and giving him a break from the overwhelming friction. His cock twitches and softens Inside of Whizzer, and he sighs In relief when the pain becomes a numb buzzing under his skin.
The world finally stops spinning, and he has a very brief moment of clarity before falling asleep. His last thought Is of the woman at home — his wife, he reminds himself. He worries what she would think If she could see him now, but the blood loss knocks him out before he can answer himself.
When he wakes In the morning he finds himself completely clean, not even a drop of blood on the sheets or on his skin, and the places where there should have been scars are completely smooth. The only thing that assures him that last night wasn't all a dream Is the sleeping man beside him.