December Drabble Fest - Day 23
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 23 : Claimed
Rating : AU. R
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Summary : On his neck, the evidence of said encounter is still visible, though the twin puncture marks left behind by the vampire who sucked his blood and fucked his ass are mostly healed. But that doesn’t mean he could ever forget the experience, because he knows he won’t, he can’t, probably not anytime soon.
Note : continuation of Day 22. Posting 2 more tomorrow, so, enjoy!
(December Drabble Fest Day 22)
Nino doesn’t remember much of what happened after he’d opened the door and let the vampire in, just that the next time he can properly think again, they’re already on the couch, the vampire sitting there while he himself is sitting on the vampire’s lap, and the vampire’s tongue shoved down his throat.
He’s moaning a mewling kind of moan, fingers gripping the vampire’s forearms for leverage as they kiss. It’s kind of difficult to think past the want creeping under his skin, especially now that he has the vampire here, so close, and kissing him like he’s wanted to for the longest time.
Then somehow, he’s being moved, realizes he’s landed on his bare ass on the couch before he’s able to voice out his concerns. Afterwards, it’s even blurrier. Just that he’s certain he’s staring at a fully-clothed vampire one moment, then he’s got his face full of the vampire’s hard cock the next time he blinks.
“Ah, now, for the dessert.” is the last thing he hears straight from the vampire’s mouth before he finds himself being moved again, turning him around until he has his arms braced against the couch’s back, on his knees, as the vampire settles comfortably around his back, mouthing the base of his spine and humming.
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If he thought getting his ass eaten before the main event is the wildest thing about the whole affair, he’s wrong. It was goddamn arousing, yes, but it doesn’t even come close to how wonderful it is to be right where he is, kneeling in between the vampire’s thighs, fucking himself on the vampire’s dick.
“Yeah, just like that,” the vampire murmurs, holding him steady around his hips, helping him raise himself effortlessly up and down, keening at the feeling of the vampire’s cock slipping in and out of his ass leisurely.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
He keens, and somehow finds his fingers gripping the vampire’s arms for support. Like this, he could feel every goddamn slide of the vampire’s cock inside him, could hear their bodies coming together as the vampire’s hips jerking to meet him halfway.
He’s sweating like crazy, he feels warm in all the places they are touching, but the heat feels inexplicably concentrated on the fresh wound he has in his neck. He could see the way the vampire’s fangs protrude every time he would lean down for a kiss, could see the way the vampire’s eyes glisten like a pair of bright red lights under the semi-darkness.
“Ah ah ah,” the vampire hisses, his hips’ movements mirroring Nino’s own. For a moment there, he feels as if he’s burning from within, eyes lolling to the back of his head the second he feels himself being flipped over until he ends up on his back on the couch.
“Hold on, hold on to me,” the vampire says at the same time he is burying himself to the hilt, barely giving Nino any fair warning before he’s back inside Nino and fucking Nino like there’s no tomorrow.
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He feels used and abused, sated and sleepy when the vampire is done with him. He knows he’s missing so much blood, he’s got semen everywhere and he knows he must look filthy, if not like he’s about to drop dead any second.
“Shit, please don’t die,” he hears the vampire’s voice from somewhere, feels the slap of something warm against his forehead before the vampire’s face follows, the worried frown on his forehead makes Nino giggle despite himself.
“U-Ugh -” he grunts as if on cue, feeling slightly spooked that the simplest thing as smiling hurts. Then somehow, he’s being moved again, into a sitting position apparently, and then something cold is being shoved under his nose as the vampire’s equally worried voice follows.
“Water,” the vampire says, nudging the bottle to his lips. “You don’t have much in your fridge, fucking hell. How are you even alive right now, I have no idea. Come on, drink.”
“I’m fine.” he manages to grit out despite the horrible ache in fucking everywhere, opening his mouth to indulge the surprisingly concerned vampire by taking a careful sip.
“You don’t look fine,” the vampire grunts, “and here I thought I was careful. I thought I didn’t take that much blood from you. What just happened?”
He shrugs, wincing again because the action fucking hurts, too. “Beats me.”
“Are you sick?”
He blinks, then shakes his head. “Just not used to being fucked so hard like that, I guess.”
“Ugh, and you couldn’t have told me that beforehand? Instead of urging me on as if -”
He snorts and pushes a hand against the vampire’s face. What the hell is wrong with this blood-sucker, seriously? Is he really worried he’d almost killed him?
“I wanted it, okay? Now shut up and leave, if you’re leaving, that is. I’ll be fine.”
The vampire throws him a glare, or at least his cute version of it. It only makes him look so fucking adorable, though, and so damn different from the look he was sporting early on, when he was fucking Nino to the couch like there’s no tomorrow.
Oh god, he is so screwed.
“I can’t,” the vampire says, before he sits next to Nino on the bed with this look on his face that makes things in Nino’s chest tight (and warm and fuzzy, and oh Lord, he’s really, really screwed.)
“What?” he says, feeling slightly dumb.
“I’m not leaving, not until I’m certain you’re okay. And not dying. Maybe you just need sustenance. Food, you know? What do you like to eat? I can buy something and cook it for you.”
“What?” he repeats, feeling slightly hysterical.
The vampire grins, then scoots closer to press a kiss to the side of his lips.
“Well, it’s my fault you’re so weak, so I’m going to take care of you, until you’re better. No biting until you’re okay again, I promise.” the vampire says with a grin.
Oh, crap.
(December Drabble Fest Day 24)
Rating : AU. R
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Summary : On his neck, the evidence of said encounter is still visible, though the twin puncture marks left behind by the vampire who sucked his blood and fucked his ass are mostly healed. But that doesn’t mean he could ever forget the experience, because he knows he won’t, he can’t, probably not anytime soon.
Note : continuation of Day 22. Posting 2 more tomorrow, so, enjoy!
(December Drabble Fest Day 22)
Nino doesn’t remember much of what happened after he’d opened the door and let the vampire in, just that the next time he can properly think again, they’re already on the couch, the vampire sitting there while he himself is sitting on the vampire’s lap, and the vampire’s tongue shoved down his throat.
He’s moaning a mewling kind of moan, fingers gripping the vampire’s forearms for leverage as they kiss. It’s kind of difficult to think past the want creeping under his skin, especially now that he has the vampire here, so close, and kissing him like he’s wanted to for the longest time.
Then somehow, he’s being moved, realizes he’s landed on his bare ass on the couch before he’s able to voice out his concerns. Afterwards, it’s even blurrier. Just that he’s certain he’s staring at a fully-clothed vampire one moment, then he’s got his face full of the vampire’s hard cock the next time he blinks.
“Ah, now, for the dessert.” is the last thing he hears straight from the vampire’s mouth before he finds himself being moved again, turning him around until he has his arms braced against the couch’s back, on his knees, as the vampire settles comfortably around his back, mouthing the base of his spine and humming.
++
If he thought getting his ass eaten before the main event is the wildest thing about the whole affair, he’s wrong. It was goddamn arousing, yes, but it doesn’t even come close to how wonderful it is to be right where he is, kneeling in between the vampire’s thighs, fucking himself on the vampire’s dick.
“Yeah, just like that,” the vampire murmurs, holding him steady around his hips, helping him raise himself effortlessly up and down, keening at the feeling of the vampire’s cock slipping in and out of his ass leisurely.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
He keens, and somehow finds his fingers gripping the vampire’s arms for support. Like this, he could feel every goddamn slide of the vampire’s cock inside him, could hear their bodies coming together as the vampire’s hips jerking to meet him halfway.
He’s sweating like crazy, he feels warm in all the places they are touching, but the heat feels inexplicably concentrated on the fresh wound he has in his neck. He could see the way the vampire’s fangs protrude every time he would lean down for a kiss, could see the way the vampire’s eyes glisten like a pair of bright red lights under the semi-darkness.
“Ah ah ah,” the vampire hisses, his hips’ movements mirroring Nino’s own. For a moment there, he feels as if he’s burning from within, eyes lolling to the back of his head the second he feels himself being flipped over until he ends up on his back on the couch.
“Hold on, hold on to me,” the vampire says at the same time he is burying himself to the hilt, barely giving Nino any fair warning before he’s back inside Nino and fucking Nino like there’s no tomorrow.
++
He feels used and abused, sated and sleepy when the vampire is done with him. He knows he’s missing so much blood, he’s got semen everywhere and he knows he must look filthy, if not like he’s about to drop dead any second.
“Shit, please don’t die,” he hears the vampire’s voice from somewhere, feels the slap of something warm against his forehead before the vampire’s face follows, the worried frown on his forehead makes Nino giggle despite himself.
“U-Ugh -” he grunts as if on cue, feeling slightly spooked that the simplest thing as smiling hurts. Then somehow, he’s being moved again, into a sitting position apparently, and then something cold is being shoved under his nose as the vampire’s equally worried voice follows.
“Water,” the vampire says, nudging the bottle to his lips. “You don’t have much in your fridge, fucking hell. How are you even alive right now, I have no idea. Come on, drink.”
“I’m fine.” he manages to grit out despite the horrible ache in fucking everywhere, opening his mouth to indulge the surprisingly concerned vampire by taking a careful sip.
“You don’t look fine,” the vampire grunts, “and here I thought I was careful. I thought I didn’t take that much blood from you. What just happened?”
He shrugs, wincing again because the action fucking hurts, too. “Beats me.”
“Are you sick?”
He blinks, then shakes his head. “Just not used to being fucked so hard like that, I guess.”
“Ugh, and you couldn’t have told me that beforehand? Instead of urging me on as if -”
He snorts and pushes a hand against the vampire’s face. What the hell is wrong with this blood-sucker, seriously? Is he really worried he’d almost killed him?
“I wanted it, okay? Now shut up and leave, if you’re leaving, that is. I’ll be fine.”
The vampire throws him a glare, or at least his cute version of it. It only makes him look so fucking adorable, though, and so damn different from the look he was sporting early on, when he was fucking Nino to the couch like there’s no tomorrow.
Oh god, he is so screwed.
“I can’t,” the vampire says, before he sits next to Nino on the bed with this look on his face that makes things in Nino’s chest tight (and warm and fuzzy, and oh Lord, he’s really, really screwed.)
“What?” he says, feeling slightly dumb.
“I’m not leaving, not until I’m certain you’re okay. And not dying. Maybe you just need sustenance. Food, you know? What do you like to eat? I can buy something and cook it for you.”
“What?” he repeats, feeling slightly hysterical.
The vampire grins, then scoots closer to press a kiss to the side of his lips.
“Well, it’s my fault you’re so weak, so I’m going to take care of you, until you’re better. No biting until you’re okay again, I promise.” the vampire says with a grin.
Oh, crap.
(December Drabble Fest Day 24)