[ Those relentless fingers stroking him, the lace as it bite against his arousal that throbbed to the touch, throbbed with the blood that he had consumed earlier from Bren's flushed skin. It was blood that carried him through further than normal blood. Even if it had been Caleb, the blood would've sufficed him not very long at all before he needed a new infusion, another bite. But he was already still riding on the blood from the car ride to the event, and it had been such a miniscule amount.
The drowpire was riding the wave of Bren's fingers stroking him and he let out such a moan as his precome dripped through fabric, wetting Bren's palm, everything about him slick while he parted his thighs, spreading them further and positioned in such a way that his back curved downward.
Perhaps in any other circumstances he would've been shamed that he could come so fast for his werewolf lover, but he was too gone to care and as he heard Bren's coaxing, he released with a sigh that turned into a keening cry that was barely bitten back-- and though the sound was muffled, it would be heard by the driver because it filled the backseat as he spilled ropes within his lace panties, against Bren's palm, and splashed right against the fine fabric of those seats. ]
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Date: 2023-08-08 01:23 am (UTC)[ Those relentless fingers stroking him, the lace as it bite against his arousal that throbbed to the touch, throbbed with the blood that he had consumed earlier from Bren's flushed skin. It was blood that carried him through further than normal blood. Even if it had been Caleb, the blood would've sufficed him not very long at all before he needed a new infusion, another bite. But he was already still riding on the blood from the car ride to the event, and it had been such a miniscule amount.
The drowpire was riding the wave of Bren's fingers stroking him and he let out such a moan as his precome dripped through fabric, wetting Bren's palm, everything about him slick while he parted his thighs, spreading them further and positioned in such a way that his back curved downward.
Perhaps in any other circumstances he would've been shamed that he could come so fast for his werewolf lover, but he was too gone to care and as he heard Bren's coaxing, he released with a sigh that turned into a keening cry that was barely bitten back-- and though the sound was muffled, it would be heard by the driver because it filled the backseat as he spilled ropes within his lace panties, against Bren's palm, and splashed right against the fine fabric of those seats. ]