[As Charlie's fingers press deeper, the man's body relents. The knowledge that monsters can distort their anatomy is nothing like the thrill of feeling it, more so because Charlie had demanded and been given his desire.
Vampires are controlling creatures, domination and power can satisfy when sustenance does not. Especially so for those of Charlie's line, always cloying for obedience in addition to the pleasure of feasting on flesh.
He's been given both here, and what started as an odd, yet efficient(?) attempt to dig blood from J's mouth quickly devolves to exploration. He strains gum and cheek, curls his fingertips over the back of the man's tongue, and twists his knuckles to peel lips farther apart.
When he finally withdraws his hand, it's a mess.
As originally intended, though the way Charlie's fingers flex it's clear he'd forgotten purpose for the indulgence. A fabricated beach breeze bites at the wet sensation - an unpleasant chill. He plants his palm against the demon's chest, painting a trail as his touch descends J's body to join the hand already resting at the man's hip.
Charlie is dully aware that the muscles in his thighs are tensing. There's sensation building, but his focus is on suckling J's lip. He worries the flesh between his own, widens his mouth-
And is left cold when the demon departs. His head keens back into the grip at its base, jaw working in mild frustration. He wasn't done with that kiss.
The winding in his muscles twists outwards, like threads tightening in his entire body. Charlie's toes curl in the sand, and his eyes follow the trail of red down the other man's chest. It thins to pink, smeared thin over hip where Charlie's hands still rest, rubbing at the man's arousal slowly.
A smile warped by bliss cuts across his face - dead skin stretches sharp. Ugly. But it's recognizably lustful.
His hips shudder into J's stroking, and Charlie watches. It's a fucking scene, splattered crimson somehow spreading more with each motion of J's wrist. He laughs, quiet for lack of breath, and nods.]
That's a lot of blood.
[So, yes. He's having fun.
Charlie's tongue, swollen and red, flicks between his teeth. Without another's mouth to assault, his fang presses into his own flesh. He seems content to let the idle dragging of thumbs over clothed cock be his only reciprocation for now.]
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Vampires are controlling creatures, domination and power can satisfy when sustenance does not. Especially so for those of Charlie's line, always cloying for obedience in addition to the pleasure of feasting on flesh.
He's been given both here, and what started as an odd, yet efficient(?) attempt to dig blood from J's mouth quickly devolves to exploration. He strains gum and cheek, curls his fingertips over the back of the man's tongue, and twists his knuckles to peel lips farther apart.
When he finally withdraws his hand, it's a mess.
As originally intended, though the way Charlie's fingers flex it's clear he'd forgotten purpose for the indulgence. A fabricated beach breeze bites at the wet sensation - an unpleasant chill. He plants his palm against the demon's chest, painting a trail as his touch descends J's body to join the hand already resting at the man's hip.
Charlie is dully aware that the muscles in his thighs are tensing. There's sensation building, but his focus is on suckling J's lip. He worries the flesh between his own, widens his mouth-
And is left cold when the demon departs. His head keens back into the grip at its base, jaw working in mild frustration. He wasn't done with that kiss.
The winding in his muscles twists outwards, like threads tightening in his entire body. Charlie's toes curl in the sand, and his eyes follow the trail of red down the other man's chest. It thins to pink, smeared thin over hip where Charlie's hands still rest, rubbing at the man's arousal slowly.
A smile warped by bliss cuts across his face - dead skin stretches sharp. Ugly. But it's recognizably lustful.
His hips shudder into J's stroking, and Charlie watches. It's a fucking scene, splattered crimson somehow spreading more with each motion of J's wrist. He laughs, quiet for lack of breath, and nods.]
That's a lot of blood.
[So, yes. He's having fun.
Charlie's tongue, swollen and red, flicks between his teeth. Without another's mouth to assault, his fang presses into his own flesh. He seems content to let the idle dragging of thumbs over clothed cock be his only reciprocation for now.]