goodfellow | James

James didn't put much thought into it. Hearing those words, he just clicked out his fangs and bit down on Rob's neck.

It was better than how he smelled. James was suddenly reminded of fine wine and warm summer nights... He didn't know where the memory came from, but he quickly dismissed it. He didn't want thought; he wanted blood.

For a moment he even forgot the sex part of this deal and instead just drank from him, more and more and more.

This was not what Robin was expecting - though perhaps he should have. He moaned, because it still felt good, but like vampire bites usually did it also turned him on, which then made James' one-track attitude at the moment annoy him.

"Stop," he gasped, and when he didn't stop immediately, he stomped on his foot.

James pulled back and growled. Blood only made him thirsty for more blood. He had no filter, he had no restraint, no thought of consequence. His former self would have apologized, but in this state it didn't even cross his mind. The stomp did return him to the idea that playing along would bring benefits in the long run.

He licked his blooded lips. "Oh, but don't deny you liked it," he said, and approached him again, pressing hard against him and feeling his arousal against his own. "You liked it." He passed a finger over Rob's bleeding neck and licked it before kissing him again.

Robin did not deny that. He was rock hard now and a little bit high. He didn't mind the taste of blood, either, when James kissed him.

When he'd said before that he could kill the vampire easily, he was, if not outright lying, strongly exaggerating. But Robin was not exactly risk-averse.

"You liked it, too," he pointed out, and slid a hand between them to cup the vampire's groin. "Why limit yourself to just blood?"

Good question. The groan James uttered was answer enough there. He pushed Rob's shirt off his shoulders. "I wouldn't mind fucking you senseless either," he grinned.

"Good," said Robin breathlessly, as he started unfastening the vampire's pants. "Make it good and I'll let you bite me again."

James could definitely get into that. "Tell me how you'd like it, then," he said against Robs skin, fangs eager to click out again.

Robin's breath came a little faster. "That door leads to a bedroom." He pointed. "I mean, here's fine too, but I'd prefer if we get some lube."

Lube meant quick. Quick sounded good to James. He growled and tugged Rob along to the next room where he practically threw him on the bed. "Undress," he said with a grin as he paved to the nightstand where he assumed lube was kept.

Robin bounced on the bed a little and quickly got out of his clothes, then propped himself up and began to lazily stroke his cock as he watched James.

James was remembering things. Seeing Rob like that made him think of a life before this. He couldn't quite pinpoint it though and he was too eager to have him to care.

He found lube and came up to the bed. Rob was pretty, but compliments weren't on James mind. "Turn over. Show me that pretty arse of yours."

Robin was more than happy to show off. He turned gracefully onto his stomach and stretched like a cat, showing off his ass.

The feral side of him just wanted to take him. But something stopped him and instead he undressed and took a moment to touch him, admiring his arse, and enjoying the softness of his skin.

Then he squirted some lube onto his crack and dug in two fingers without warning.

Robin gasped in surprise, and then groaned a little as he looked over his shoulder at him. He wet his lips invitingly.

It was good, but fucking him would be better, so he made quick work of it. "Well, that's enough of that.." He pulled out and pressed his cock against him instead. Then, he pushed inside with a groan.

"Fuck..." moaned Robin, and pushed back against him. It felt good, and now he wanted to be bitten again, but he held off on asking for now, wanting the vampire to get into this first.

James got into it. He fucked him easily; the man was so eager and pliant. He dug his nails into the man's hips as he thrust into him, hard.

"God yes..." Robin groaned. "Harder, fuck... but don't bite me again until you're about to come."

James liked this game. He groaned and fucked him harder, enjoying every second. He did bit down but did not use his fangs. Yet.

Robin pushed back against him too, and made sounds of need and pleasure as he gripped his own cock and started to stroke himself as well.

Part of James wanted to push away Rob's hand, wamting only to take and not to indulge someone else with pleasure.

But he tightened and it felt good and something inside him stopped him. Instead he focussed on making this worth Rob's while. He slapped the man's arse and thrust in harder.

Robin moaned again, and then said breathlessly, "Are you close? I want - I want you to bite me again - "

The plea was irresistible and James growled as he dove in to bite him. He hadn't thought he was close... But biting him as he fucked him brought him right up to the edge. He moaned shamelessly as he drank.

Robin gasped out, and then moaned shamelessly. This was dangerous, he knew. So fucking dangerous.

That made it hotter.

He kept pulling himself off as the pleasure of the fuck and the high of the bite sent him spiraling. "I want you to come," he gasped, just as he flew over the edge himself, his body tensing as he came.

And he could only hope that the vampire stopped drinking once he was done.

James was certain he did not take well to commands, but upon that request, he did indeed come. It was the tightening of Rob, and the moans the man uttered, combined with the thrill and satisfaction of biting him. He stopped his bite to thrust once more and came, loudly groaning as he did.

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