14. A Kitten’s Purr

Fingers in his ass, Foxx spun with a squawk as the door to the large shower opened and Harlow walked in, completely naked and hard. Foxx's gaze ran over the man's broad chest, tracing over the large scar that curved from under the man's left pec all the way to his right side. There were so many bites, claw marks, and even a couple bullet scars… He wanted to lick them all.

Even as his dick hardened, Foxx huffed. "What are you doing? I thought you wanted me to get cleaned up so you could ‘feast'." He rolled his eyes, before smirking. "Did you change your mind and decide you wanted to join me? Oh! If you are, before you do, could you do a twirl for me? Because, you know, you are kind of stingy when it comes to letting me see everything."

The man walked up to him. "Didn't change my mind."

Foxx squealed, flailing as the human suddenly grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Harlow's shoulder jamming into his stomach, he grunted, "Put me down! I'm not even finished yet!"

"You're clean enough." The man smacked his ass on entering their bedroom.

"I demand you put me down this instant!"

Harlow chuckled, and unceremoniously dumped him onto the bed. Foxx hissed at the man, flashing his fangs as he bounced, before he started to scoot away.

"Please." Harlow smirked smugly. "You love it when I manhandle you."

It was true…but he was not going to admit it! Though, his cock being hard was a big giveaway.

He gasped when the man grabbed his ankles, flipped him over, and dragged him to the foot of the bed until his ass and legs were hanging off, his dick pinned against the bed. Foxx's feet were literally dangling as he was too short to reach the floor. Why had he gotten such a tall fucking bed and mattress?

Foxx bit his lip, shuddering as Harlow's hands rubbed his cheeks before gripping them. He lifted up with his arms and glanced back over his shoulder, brow raising on seeing the human kneeling. "Are you going to be able to get up on your own after this?" he asked snidely. "Or will you need some assistance, old man?"

He could only see half of Harlow's face over his ass, but the slight brow raise said enough.

* * *

Harlow rosea brow in challenge at the sass. They both knew damn well it wouldn't be him struggling to stand in the end.

The vampire's nose wrinkled, before he flopped back down with a huff. "Well, get to it! Or do you plan on just looking at it all day?"

He rolled his eyes with a snort. Harlow's gaze trailed over the rounded perfection in his hands, before traveling up the man's slim back to the cross scar between his shoulder blades. The vampire was...just so fuckable and…smooth—very smooth. Foxx, in fact, didn't have any hair on him beside what was on his head and around his uncut cock.

"Question…do you shave?"

"Yes. Why?" Foxx asked, sounding suspicious.

"No reason. Just curious," Harlow chuckled.

Licking his lips, he ran his hand over Foxx's ass before leaning down to kiss one of the plump cheeks.

"Guess I don't need to tell you to kiss my ass," Foxx giggled.

Harlow bit down hard, right on the spot he just kissed.

Foxx squawked. "Did you just bite me?!"

Smirking, he let the flesh slip from his teeth. Smiling smugly at the light teeth impressions he left behind, he chuckled, "What? Don't you vampires like biting during sex?"

"Until you can give pleasure with your bite, keep your blunt teeth off my body, human!" Foxx huffed.

Harlow sighed. "Fine, fine." It was a pity. He had to say, he kind of liked seeing his teeth marks there.

Spreading the man's cheeks, he licked the mark he left, and then trailed down to lightly dip his tongue in the vampire's dusty pink pucker. Foxx tasted a bit like soap, and something sweet. The vampire's skin had always tasted slightly sweet to him. What did Foxx smell like? It was definitely something sweet…and warm… Taffy! Foxx smelled like warm salt water taffy—the kind that was pink. It was very sweet, yet…he couldn't say he hated it.

Foxx's body tensed for a brief second when Harlow pressed his tongue more firmly against his hole, before relaxing and moaning. Harlow didn't stay there though, he slid his tongue down the man's taint and mouthed his balls—sucking and teasing his sac. The vampire's groans grew louder, randomly broken up by a whimper of pleasure. As nice as the sounds were, they weren't what he was after.

Pulling off, he stopped fucking around and got back to the main show—Foxx's hole. But he held back the urge to eat the fuck out of it. Rough and fast wouldn't get him what he wanted, slow and steady would.

He traced the ring before slowly pressing in and out until he was basically stroking him with his tongue.

"More," Foxx whined.

The man's breathing had become heavy, his moans growing lower and lower as he continued to stroke the walls inside him with his tongue. Foxx gasped when he pressed first one finger and then another in alongside his tongue.

"Harlow," the vampire whimpered.

Even as the man started to tremble with need, Harlow ignored Foxx's demands, just waiting for his reward for all this effort. And it did come.

Harlow pulled back on a triumphant laugh when that very low groan became a rumbling, vibrating sound that seemed to come directly from Foxx's chest. His kitten had purred.

* * *

Foxx was knocked rightthe fuck out of his pleasured daze when he heard what could only be described as a purr. Body tensing, his eyes widened when the sound instantly cut off, making him realize it had come from him! Already heated cheeks feeling as if they had burst into flames, Foxx buried his face into the bed with a groan of despair when Harlow began to laugh behind him.

He had purred!! How had he purred?! Was he really a cat?!

"Good kitten," Harlow chuckled.

"Shut up!" Foxx whined.

Harlow's hands moved to Foxx's hips. "Aww, is my kitten feeling shy?"

Foxx glanced back on an angry hiss, only to flop back down, crying out as Harlow slammed inside him. Harlow's cock stretched him full, and the burn was intense. Despite the pain, his dick jerked against the bed, a drop of pre-cum dripping out.

"Since you gave me what I wanted, brat," Harlow growled. "I'll give you what you need."

The man pumped in and out of him, achingly slow, but the burn did not lessen.

"I don't need it!" he cried defiantly, even as his mind kept screaming, yes, the fuck I do!

Harlow pulled back, just the tip in him now. "You don't? Should I stop then?"

STOP!?!

"NO!" Foxx screamed in horror.

"If you don't need it…"

"You take a single step away from the bed and I'll dye everything you own pink!"

Harlow made a choking noise, before bursting into laughter. "I thought you didn't need it, brat?"

"I don't! But I WANT it," Foxx snarled.

He wouldn't die without getting dicked down, but he would definitely be fucking miserable!

Still laughing, Harlow began to move his hips. Foxx laid there whimpering in frustration as Harlow slowly fucked into him—his tightness not letting the man move too fast. And with his feet dangling, he had no way to hurry the human along.

"Hurry up," Foxx whined.

"Do you want me to tear you?"

Foxx hmphed, pouting.

"Brat," Harlow ground out, before hissing, "Fuck, you're tight. Hold on just a moment…"

"No!" he cried when the man pulled out and walked away. "I'm going to dye everything!"

"You touch my shit and I'll move everything in your craft room around," Harlow snorted while getting lube from the nightstand.

His eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!" Foxx flinched as cold lube dripped onto him and slid down his ass crack.

"You know I would," Harlow drawled breathily, the man roughly pressing the lube inside him.

Foxx moaned and fought the daze that tried to drag him under. Mainly as he was determined to figure out how to escalate things if Harlow dared to move anything in his craft room.

The thought went out of the window, his mind going willingly into a bliss filled daze when a now lube coated cock pressed into him—this time with much less resistance. There was no slowness involved in what came next.

Harlow slid in fully, and started to fuck hard into him without pausing. Foxx moaned and whimpered, his body spasming as the man ground forward into his prostate each time he bottomed out. Every time Harlow slammed forward, his pinned cock would rub roughly into the mattress.

"More," he whined.

Growling in response, the next time Harlow thrusted in there was the sound of the bed frame hitting the wall. Foxx cried out, again and again, as the man kept it up. He tensed like a string about to snap as the pleasure built and built. His cock was throbbing painfully, his balls tight against his body. And then that string snapped.

Foxx screamed while his orgasm plowed through him. His voice started going hoarse as he kept screaming. He pressed into the mess he was making on the bed, while his dick kept jerking, adding more and more as Harlow continued to fuck into him.

With a breathless gasp, he shuddered hard one more time before his muscles went lax.

Foxx whimpered while the human kept pegging his prostate, sending seemingly endless trembles through his body.

Minutes later, as Foxx's mind floated, Harlow finally shouted out his release, the man"s seed filling him.

He winced when Harlow pulled out. Still on his stomach and breathing heavily, he glanced over when he felt the bed dipping and found Harlow laying on his side looking at him.

The human smirked, and reached. Harlow tussled Foxx's curls, before just resting his hand on top of his head. "Give me a few seconds…" The man's smirk widened. "And I'll have you purring again in no time, kitten."

Foxx hissed.

"Well, a hiss is close enough, I suppose," Harlow chuckled.

The man gripped his hair, and used his hold to pull Foxx into a kiss. Despite being annoyed by the comment, Foxx didn't tug away. Instead, he…bit—his fang chomping right down on Harlow's bottom lip.

The human jerked back with a laugh and licked the blood off. "Brat."

"Stupid old man." Foxx stuck his tongue out.