We catch a cab from the gallery back to our hotel, and Micah eyes me like a jackal the whole time, like he wants to devour me. Rushing through the hotel lobby and into the elevator, we make quick time getting back to the room, and his hands are on me before I manage to close the door behind us. Micah kisses with unexpected ferocity, his tongue devouring my mouth as he presses me against the door.

“I’m ready,” I gasp against his mouth, and he pulls back to look at me, eyes wide.

“You mean—”

“Yes,” and I don’t need to explain. He knows. My cock twitches when he reaches for my fly, unzipping it and sticking his hand into my boxers.

“So what are you into?” he asks as he pulls my stiffening cock out of my pants.

“Holy shit.” I watch in awe while Micah takes me in hand and begins to experimentally rub my cock. “Uh. I haven’t been asked that in a long time, if ever.”

“Don’t think too hard about it,” he says. And then he’s getting on his knees, my cock at his eye level. He begins to stroke me in earnest, and I’m hardening rapidly. “Just go with your gut. And remember, this is a no-judgment zone.”

“Uh—” I grunt as Micah spits on his palm and goes back to jacking me off, now with a little less friction. “I guess I like to top. But I’ve never—fuck, I don’t know what to call it. Is ‘vaginal penetration’ okay?”

He laughs, a genuine reaction that has me blushing. “A little clinical, but yeah, it’s fine with me. You’re saying you never fucked a pussy? Do you want to?”

“Since I met you? I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confess. He looks at me with a pleased smile, bordering on smug.

“Anything else? Anything kinky?” He smirks at me as I jerk in his hand. The sensation of his palm sliding over my sensitive dick has me tingling with pleasure, and we’ve just started.

“I’ve not… given it much thought,” I say, momentarily distracted by his face inches away from my cock. “What about you?”

“I’m a switch,” he tells me as he continues his ministrations. “You know what that is?” I shake my head. “Means I can dom and I can sub. I prefer to bottom, but I do top on occasion.”

I run my fingers tentatively through his hair, and he smiles up at me, still stroking my cock. I’m rock hard at this point and ready to fuck, but I want to savor this moment. Micah, on his knees, jerking me off is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen in my very long life. I keep the thought to myself, not wanting to scare him off with the weight of my attraction to him.

“What are you in the mood for tonight?” I ask, trying to regain my composure.

“You wanna know what I’ve been daydreaming about all evening?”

“Yeah,” I say, but it comes out sounding like a beg.

“You on top of me, fucking me into the mattress.”

“Oh shit,” I groan, my hips jerking involuntarily. “Tell me more.”

“I want you to fuck my pussy like you own it.” His voice is smooth and sultry as he jacks my cock. “Really give it to me. And while you’re doing it, I want you to bite me.” He licks the tip of my cock, and a groan bursts from my lips. 

“Shit, Micah,” I say between sharp breaths as he explores my dick with his tongue. “You’re gonna make me lose it.” My fingers tighten in his dark curls, holding on for dear life as he pleasures me. I feel the pressure in my gums as my fangs descend, bloodlust only heightening my arousal.

“I bet we can get a good few orgasms out of you tonight,” he says with a wicked smile. “If you wanna lose it, go ahead.” With that, he takes the tip of my cock into his mouth, running his tongue over my sensitive head. He strokes the rest of my shaft as I’m driven wild by his mouth, and then his other hand reaches down to gently tease my balls. A full-body shudder rips its way through me as the pleasure mounts. It’s too soon, way too soon, but he’s right—my vampire vitality makes it easy for me to get hard again after a climax. And that climax feels desperately close as I tug at his hair and push farther into his mouth, going slow to give him plenty of warning.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I babble as he full-on sucks me. He shows me a bit of his technique, servicing my cock with his mouth while his hands occupy my lower shaft and balls. The dueling sensations of his touch and his mouth threaten to overpower me, and I give in, barking out a warning and then letting go. He stays on my cock as I come in his mouth, still sucking as my cum coats his tongue. The pure sensation makes my toes curl, and I’m overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body as he continues to work my cock.

When he pulls off me, I see him swallow my load, and I feel like I’m going to get hard again right now. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue slightly, showing me he swallowed it all. I swear this man is going to be what kills me.

Micah is the first one to speak. “I love your cock,” he tells me as if it’s a normal thing to say. Maybe it is to people who aren’t me. “Nice and thick and a good length. I bet it’s gonna feel incredible inside me.” For a moment, I can only stare at him. And then I’m pulling him up to his feet and lifting his v-neck over his head so I can touch him properly.

“Shit, your fangs,” he says breathlessly as I toss his shirt to the floor and grab him by the hips. Moving in fast, he brings his mouth up to mine. At first I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he flicks his tongue over the tips of my elongated canines. “They’re so sharp,” he marvels, looking at me like my base predator instinct is something erotic.

“You like them?” I ask him, running my fingers up his sides. 

“So fucking hot.” He starts unbuttoning my shirt, his touch nimble. “Makes me think about what you’re going to do with them.”

And now I’m thinking about it too. Being inside Micah, fucking him deep and hard into the mattress, and biting down on his neck. A powerful arousal spreads through me, enough to make me shiver.

Micah notices, of course.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” he teases, then pulls my shirt off my shoulders. “I think we should be naked now.” I agree. Wasting no time, we both shed our pants and underwear frantically. I can’t help but stare as I take in his naked body. I knew about his body hair and his sexy belly button piercing; they’re just as alluring as the first time I saw them. And then there’s what lies beneath, short-circuiting my brain. His bush is neatly trimmed but full, but as soon as my gaze reaches his cunt, it’s the only thing that I can focus on. His cock, sticking out proudly from its hood, looks like it was made to be sucked, and he glistens from arousal.

“You like what you see?” he asks, almost shyly.

“Dear god yes,” I assure him, which gets me a big grin. I’m so hard it’s borderline painful, and I stroke myself as he sits back on the bed. Without thinking, I get down on my knees between his spread legs, so I’m eye level with his wet cunt.

“Hey, handsome,” he says as he strokes my hair and runs his fingers down the side of my face, lingering at my lips. I open my mouth, letting him explore my fangs with his touch. We make eye contact, him looking down at me, and I hope I’m reading him right as I bite down lightly on the tip of his finger. A dot of blood wells up from the pinprick wound, and I lick it away, groaning at the luxurious metallic taste. He swears and says my name, looking enraptured. It’s not enough, nowhere near enough; I take a deep inhale to stop myself from lunging and biting down hard on his tantalizing inner thigh. I remember his words, how he said he wanted to be bitten while I was inside him. I plan on making his fantasy come true, as long as I can control my raging bloodlust.

Returning my attention to the reason I got on my knees, I run my hands down his thighs as I move in close. The scent of his cunt assaults my vampiric senses, musky and alluring. I close the distance, pressing a tentative kiss to the tip of his t-dick. When he hums in pleasure, I take that as approval, so I part my lips and wrap them around his cock, swirling my tongue around the exposed tip.

“Oh fuck, Julian,” Micah groans, gripping my hair. I experiment with my tongue, lavishing my attention on his dick. His fingers grasp at my short hair but I hardly notice them, so focused on trying to make him feel good.

I might not be experienced with trans men specifically, but I know what I would do if I were blowing a cis man I planned to fuck, and I’m hoping to make the most of those skills. With one hand holding him by the thigh, I re-balance myself so I can tease at his slick folds with my fingers. A choked moan bursts from his lips as I slide my index finger inside him.

I pull back for a moment to look at his face, and I’m not disappointed. He’s flushed and breathing through his mouth, his dark curls hanging in front of his eyes.

“What kind of prep do you need?” I ask as I finger him, pushing deeper each time.

“When I’m this turned on? Zero.” Micah’s gaze trails from my face downward. “I’m ready for you.”

My cock twitches hard at his words and the heat of his gaze. I practically tackle him into the bed and he laughs, a bright, open sound that makes something in my chest swell. Our lips collide with force, my fangs still descended, catching on his tongue, filling our mouths with blood. Gathering my wits, I pull back and nearly come right then and there as I see the red smeared around his lips.

Micah shimmies up the bed and spreads his legs invitingly, his hairy thighs parting to reveal his waiting cunt, and I waste no more time. One hand on his hip and the other aligning my cock, I push inside him, the wet heat short-circuiting my brain. His lips part on a moan that just spurs me on to push deeper.

“Yes,” tears from Micah’s throat in a shout as I bottom out inside him. I take his encouragement, pulling back only to thrust deep into his welcoming cunt, feeling like I belong inside him. He bites his bloody lip on a moan as our rhythm builds, his hips rocking up to meet me. Dual scents assault my senses, the blood on his lips and the slick building between his legs, and I can’t resist any longer.

My fangs sink deep into his throat as my hips jolt forward, and I release my venom. The bright taste is heaven, the heady sensation of drinking like I’m dying of thirst combined with the tight slide around my cock pushing me into an animalistic fervor. His legs wrap around me, pulling me tight against him as high-pitched whines punctuate my thrusts. I feel his hands run through my hair and down my back as I lose myself in him, living in the moment in a way that feels unfamiliar and almost spiritual. Blood runs slick down my chin as I drink, swallowing down the taste of him.

Pulling my fangs out of his neck feels close to impossible, but he trusts me to keep him safe, so I take one last drink and then pull back to look at him. Blood drips from my mouth onto his chest. His expression is hazy, blissed out. I slow my rhythm, biting into my wrist and offering him my blood. He drinks it reverently as I pull out, teasing his hole with the head of my cock, tormenting myself in the process.

“How do you feel?” I ask him, and it comes out low and breathy.

“I would let you do that forever,” he says, pulling at my hips. “Look so hot all bloody like that. Fuck me harder.”

I comply with his request, picking up the pace and pushing deep with each movement. 

“Tell me how to make you come,” I say as we cling to each other, sweat clumping his curls and his slick drenching the sheets beneath us.

“Rub my dick,” he breathes out. “On the hood, not the tip.” I reach between our bodies and do as he says, using two fingers to massage in circles.

“Like that?” He responds not with words but with a groan, throwing his head back. I take that as all the encouragement I need, pounding him into the mattress with my cock and rubbing him where he asked.

I want it to last forever, but it doesn’t take long before my venom flowing through his bloodstream combined with the stimulation sends Micah over the edge. I feel his cunt squeeze my cock as it convulses, and he cries out over and over again, his back arched and legs clamped around my waist.

“Fuck, Julian!” he shouts, and that’s it for me. I thrust deep one more time and I’m coming, burying my release inside him. I nuzzle my face in the crook of his shoulder and moan as waves of pleasure overwhelm me.

For a moment, we just lie there, breathing heavily, clutching each other, but soon I have to pull out. He sighs at the sensation, then runs his fingers through my hair.

“I have never—and I mean never—had a fuck like that.”

“Me neither,” I tell him, pulling him close. We kiss like it’s inevitable, like our lips were made for each other. It goes on and on, but eventually I start to notice how much of a mess we made. We’re sticky, cum and sweat and blood staining our bodies and the sheets.

“Shower?” he asks as he pulls back, arriving at the same conclusion I did.

“Definitely,” I agree. “And then I need to change the sheets. These are beyond ruined.”

“Worth it,” he says with a devilish smile, and I agree.

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