7. All Mine

H arlow pulled back with a breathless laugh. "Fuck, did you just come?"

While his body tingled, having forgotten to add a pair of boxers into his to-go bag, his own cock was currently pressing and pulsing painfully against the fly of his jeans. Interestingly enough, Foxx's blood seemed to spread this extra bit of warmth through his already heated body.

"That was fast. Maybe I should have let you bite me more."

Foxx laid there panting softly, arms pinned back with his ass in the air, his upper body pressed to the marble. "A bit…late to have that thought now."

"Why? Don't feel like biting me anymore?" His grip tightening on the man's sweater, and he used his hold to lift Foxx up. One arm coming around, he held the vampire flush against him, while grinding his hips into the man's still covered ass.

"Harlow…" Foxx said his name almost hesitantly. Harlow froze on realizing how tense the vampire was now, and not in a good way.

"Foxx…?" He frowned…and then it hit him. "Fucking hell," Harlow cursed. As quickly as he could, he pulled the rest of the man's ruined sweater off, rasping, "Sorry."

"It's not… I'm…" Foxx sagged a bit against him, not able to finish.

"Sorry, I didn't even think about it. Tying you up is out. It's fine." He pressed a kiss to the man's neck, licking at the bite mark he just left opposite of the original one. "Not a necessity for me."

The vampire huffed. "It's…less about the tying up, and more the tying up in…this position. I think…it…reminds me too much of…"

Harlow gently turned Foxx's face to the side, so he could see his eyes. At the uncertainty he saw there, he lightly kissed the man's lips. "It's fine. I don't need to do it." He smirked when Foxx slowly smiled. "Biting, however…" Harlow growled, nipping at the man's lips once, before he dropped down without warning and bit into the man's shoulder.

Foxx cried out, his head tossing back against his shoulder as Harlow took a single pull, before freeing his fangs and licking once while pushing Foxx back down onto the floor. "Biting, that I can't give up."

Though he only had fangs for a few hours now, Harlow had to say…fangs were…weird. While he was sure they did most of the work, it oddly felt like whenever he sucked in, the amount of blood he took in was greater. The sensation was strangely similar to taking a mouth full of something, versus taking a sip, even though most of it hadn't actually gone into his mouth.

"I'm going to be a pin cushion," Foxx huffed hazily, the vampire's voice sounding thick and heavy.

Harlow grinned. "My pin cushion."

Skimming his hands over the man's sides, he pulled Foxx's mom jeans and boxer briefs down in one go. Tsking at the sight of the wetness and remnants of cum in the man's briefs, he reached around and grabbed Foxx's half hard cock. The vampire whined at his touch as he slowly jerked the man's prick, using his cum as slick. "Someone made a mess."

"S-shut up," the vampire whimpered.

Chuckling, he released him, and freed his own cock from the torture confines of his jeans. Wrapping his cum-covered hand around himself, he gave his dick a few pumps while he ran his other over the vampire's thick, plump, perfect ass. Letting his hard cock go, he pulled out the single use lube packet from his pocket and dropped it on the floor for later.

Had he known he'd be having sex today? No… But... Fucking seemed to not really be off limits for them, no matter the location or time, so…why not be prepared?

Licking his lips and cupping the man's ass cheeks, he squeezed and spread them. From there, Harlow's gaze trailed up all the way to the vampire's shoulder blades and then back down, over the man's cross scar, past the little dimple at the small of the vampire's back, until he finally reached Foxx's pucker—the whole time, he did his best to memorize every part of him. All the things he had missed or ignored before… He wouldn't again, because maybe he was feeling slightly sentimental after having come so close to death. Or maybe he just wanted to catalog what was his. One or the other—likely the latter.

Foxx's skin was pale and smooth, but…the thing he noticed was that while the vampire may have had a noticeable scattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks…elsewhere…there weren't many. Yet the few he did have on his body…seemed to be hidden, in secret places that only someone in Harlow's position would have a chance to see.

The first, and likely the least intimate, yet probably a more sensitive place in Foxx's mind, sat less than a half an inch below his cross scar. Only those who'd seen Foxx shirtless from behind would know it existed.

The next was off center, to the right in the dimpled space above his ass.

As for the last…that one was in a space that made him overly smug and pleased that Foxx's previous boyfriends were likely all dead. Eyeing the man's exposed pink pucker, his gaze drifted left, to the part of the man's ass cheek that was usually kept hidden unless spread. The little freckle there…was all his. All of Foxx was all his.

"Mine," he hissed. Dropping down, he licked at that small freckle, kissing it before trailing up and nuzzling against the pump cheek.

"Don't you dare!" Foxx hissed, glaring back.

Grin spreading wider as he met the man's gaze, he chose to fully ignore the warning he saw. Biting down on the man's ass cheek, in the exact spot he had when still ‘human', Harlow couldn't help but groan happily while his mouth wrapped around the plump flesh that his teeth pierced so easily.

Mine!

Foxx let out an indignant squawk, and would have been plotting his revenge except, at the first pull of the man's fangs, a moan replaced the noise at the same time pleasure evaporated all thoughts of vengeance.

Whimpering, he arched his back, gasping as his hardened nipples rubbed against the cooler marble floor.

His moans ramped up when wet fingers started to probe at his entrance. He frowned… Wet? Where the bloody hell had Harlow gotten lube from?

Groaning louder, he pressed back when first one and then two fingers pushed inside, and Foxx decided he no longer cared. His head went even more hazy with each pull of Harlow's fangs, and thrust of the man's fingers.

His body tingled with pleasure, begging for release, but it didn't come as easily as it had the first time. And when the dhampir's fangs finally pulled free, his body trembling with need, the edge felt so close yet so far. "Bastard," he whimpered.

"That I am." Harlow chuckled thickly.

The man's fingers left him, and the press of a thick cock took their place. Crying out, "Yes," he pressed his body backward onto the man as Harlow pushed inside him.

Foxx hissed at the slight burn he felt while his hole was stretched open. But his moans and cries kept coming, him repeating the word ‘yes' again and again. It became more of a chant once Harlow started really fucking him.

It felt so good, he didn't even care that the dhampir's grip on his hips had turned painful, or that with how hard Harlow's thighs were slapping against his ass, they'd likely leave a mark. All Foxx cared about was the body shaking pleasure that was buzzing through him.

With his hardened buds roughly rubbing against the floor, and the endorphins still soaring through his veins from the multiple bites, Foxx shook apart more and more with each brutal thrust of Harlow's cock. The man seemed to roughly peg his prostate each time he pressed inside him.

Clawing at the marble, he whimpered, starting to sob in distress as his pleasure built and built, but despite how much his cock was weeping, his body seemed to be refusing to come again. It felt at this point that his heart would beat out his chest before he managed to find release.

Just when he thought he'd go insane, Harlow's arm snaked around him and lifted him up. The angle of the thrusts changed, pushing in deeper. His orgasm came on a hoarse scream the moment the dhampir's fangs once again pierced into him. Continuing to scream, his cock sprayed a string of cum across the floor, while Harlow thrusted into him again and again.

Harlow was a wall of heat against his back, on an exhausted whimper, Foxx sagged when the dhampir's jaw clamped down harder on his shoulder. Harlow let out a muffled grunt, and he shuddered as the heat of the man's cum filled him.

Panting hard, Foxx rose slightly with the rise and fall of the man's chest. He whimpered again when Harlow's jaw loosened, the man's fangs pulling free.

"Fuck," Harlow rasped huskily.

Foxx grunted in response as Harlow sat back with him basically on his lap, the man's now soft cock still inside him.

Body trembling as his heart finally slowed down, he took a deep breath, gripping onto Harlow's arms when they wrapped around him.

"We should…" Foxx let out a tired huff. "We should talk."

The dhampir licked at his neck, but didn't say a word.

"Harlow…did you hear me? I said we should…" he trailed off, flushing while a shudder slid through him when he felt Harlow begin to harden again inside him.

Heart speeding up once again, he swallowed. "Later?"

"Later," Harlow growled.