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Carefully tiptoeing in, Till shut the door behind him, not wanting to alert Ivan.
“Till…” Ivan said slowly, in a dangerous tone.
He should have guessed that his undead boyfriend would have better than human hearing based on all the other experiences they’ve shared.
“Yes…?” Till asked nervously, turning to face the vampire.
“Have you forgotten what I said? Don’t come in tonight.”
“‘Because it’s too dangerous,’ I know, of course I fucking know, Ivan! You tell me this every goddamn month!” Till rolled his eyes.
Whenever it hit the last day of each month, Ivan would be insistent on Till staying away from him. He never gave a reason, just that Till should stay clear of him until the day ended. Till finally got fed up with the vagueness of it all and decided to see for himself how “dangerous” visiting his boyfriend could possibly be.
“Leave. Now,” Ivan ordered, red pupils dilating to enshroud his deep black irises.
Till felt a shiver crawl down his spine at the sight of his lover's bearing his razor sharp fangs, but he gulped and stood tall.
“No.”
Ivan couldn’t control himself for much longer, not with Ivan's scent lingering so strongly in front of him. The smaller boy smelled like a fresh meal, like a bleeding lamb, eyes wide and glossy. Ivan could feel the drool collecting in his mouth from how delicious Till smelled.
Ivan rested his forehead against the wooden door, trapping Till between him and the exit while sweating from trying his best not to just rip the boy’s throat out.
“Till, fuck, please I’m begging you to leave. You can’t be here right now.”
“I’m staying, Ivan. I’m not leaving you.”
Why did I have to fall in love with such a stubborn idiot?, he thought to himself.
Till pressed a hand against Ivan’s chest. “Stop being dramatic, I’m not a kid.”
“You’re pushing your luck.”
Till grinned. “You’re not as scary as you think you are. Those little fangs are all for show, aren’t they?” He knew he was teetering on a steep slope, but even after the years had Ivan admitted his… interesting background.
Ivan had never once let his composure fall. He had been murky with the details about being a vampire, but the one fact that he made absolutely clear was that he never drank human blood. There had been times when Till caught the dangerous stare he gave to his neck, and he would be lying if he said that the thought of Ivan marking him up didn’t turn him on. If he was being completely honest, he was growing frustrated. He wanted nothing more than for Ivan to wreck him, leave marks on him for weeks.
“Come on, show me what you’ve got,” Till grinned as he scraped his thumb across Ivan’s fang, cutting it.
Ivan immediately stumped backwards, covering his mouth as his eyes went wide and his breathing grew heavy.
“Till… you’re gonna regret that,” Ivan choked out, quickly losing control.
Till only smiled smugly before dropping his head to the side, exposing his neck. In a flash, Ivan dived forward, sinking his fangs into his exposed shoulders, holding him in place as he felt the warm crimson liquid fill his mouth. Till groaned, but let him take control.
“Nnngn,” the shorter boy writhed under the grasp.
Pulling his ivory teeth out, Ivan began to lap at the two punctures, reveling in how rich the flavor was. Panting against the sensitive skin, Ivan licked a long stripe from the two bite marks up Till's neck. He shifted his thighs, feeling an uncomfortable hardness forming between his crotch from the stimulation along his neck.
“Ivan… let’s take this somewhere else,” Till whined breathlessly.
When the two got into the bedroom, Till kicked off his pants and helped Ivan with his shirt.
Ivan pushed Till onto the bed, nipping lightly at his thighs. When Ivan reached the tender portion of the silver haired boy’s inner thigh, he bit down. Till grabbed at the sheets in pain, watching as blood dripped down his smooth skin. Ivan alternated between kisses and light laps at the delicate skin, causing Till to blush from how desperate he felt.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Ivan moaned, unable to control himself from biting again.
Till threw his head back, whining from the pain. Reaching down, Till began to palm himself through his boxers, moaning from the pleasure. Climbing up, Ivan grabbed his wrists with one hand to pin them against the mattress, and with the other, he fully undressed him. Till blushed at the exposure, feeling shy at the intense gaze.
“Wh-what?” Till stuttered, to which Ivan only grinned in response.
“So beautiful... and you’re all mine,” Ivan responded before swiping a thumb across Till's nipple, watching as the other boy grew flustered. Ivan loved being overly loving to his human boyfriend, and found it entertaining how embarrassed Till would get when Ivan would confess his unfiltered affections.
“Just.. hurry up.” Till turned his head, breaking the passionate eye contact to try and hide his burning face.
“Whatever you say, princess,” Ivan smiled up, and Till felt his heart flutter. His black-red eyes contrasted against his pale white skin caused them to shine intensely, saturation on par with the blood dripping down Till’s thighs. Eyes trailing down, Till admired the vampire’s figure.
“Now look who’s staring,” Ivan giggled, licking his nipple while keeping eye contact.
“Mmmm shut up,” Till moaned with little resolve in his tone.
Releasing his grip on the smaller boy’s hands, Ivan tugged off his own pants and Till’s before coating his fingers with lube. Pushing a digit into Till, he was caught by surprise.
Raising an eyebrow, Ivan looked up at Till. “Already prepped?”
Till blushed. “Well… yeah.”
Ivan smiled in response, flashing his fang before dragging a thumb across his own bottom lip to collect the blood there. After licking at the viscous liquid, Ivan used the combination of his spit and lube to coat his cock. Teasing the one beneath him, Ivan began to thrust lightly against Till’s hole, purposely missing the entrance each time.
“Fucking put it in already!!” Till whined, annoyed at his lover. Shoving himself in one motion, Ivan buried his cock to the hilt.
“FUCK,” Till screamed as his nails dug into Ivan's back from the sudden fullness.
“Don’t be a brat,” Ivan growled, dragging his fangs along Till’s neck. The pressure wasn’t enough to draw blood, but the light drag of the incisors caused Till to shiver with anticipation. Pounding into him harder, Ivan groaned at the tightness.
“I’m.. only.. mmFmm.. like this.. because you can’t… ahhh! fuck me well enough.” Till panted out between moans. Even though the pair knew that the statement was a blatant lie, the shorter boy loved to aggravate Ivan, and judging by the animalistic growl he gave, Till would say that it worked.
“Yeah? This cock not good enough for you? Why don’t you fuck someone else then,” Ivan snarled before biting right where Till’s neck met his shoulder. The sting on the tender area caused tears to well up in Till’s eyes, but he couldn’t help but be more turned on by the pain and satisfaction that Ivan was finally raveging him the way he had always imagined.
Ivan felt Till subtly pushing himself back onto his dick, he knew that Till was close. Grabbing his boyfriend’s waist, Ivan began to fuck in harder, with more deliberate thrusts to aim for Till’s sweet spot. After Till began to claw at his back, he knew that he found it and began to relentlessly fuck into the area.
“Ivan! Ahhnng feels so good!” Till cried out, head fuzzy from the pleasure and blood loss.
“Who can fuck you this good?” Ivan asked, lapping at the drying blood.
“You! Only you!” Trembling from the pleasure, Till buried his face in the crook of Ivan’s neck while hugging his boyfriend to try and muffle his screams.
"I swear- Ivan.. Its only you."
Not long after, Ivan pulled out to cum along Till's chest, coating him.
After the vampire finished, he carefully pulled Till off of him. “Hey, are you okay?”
Till blinked slowly, feeling tired. “Mhhmmm.”
“Fuck, did I got overboard?” Ivan asked, mostly to himself, before springing up to go to the kitchen. Grabbing some food he kept around the house for him.
“Here, drink this,” Ivan said gently, guiding the bottle to Till’s lips. He obediently drank, humming in response when he drank enough.
“I’m fine Ivan, you drank way less than an ounce. I’m not gonna die,” Till laughed.
“Shit… you really shouldn’t have come today. I shouldn’t have drank your blood,” Ivan said with regret laced words.
Till reached a hand up to caress his lover's face. “How about we make it a treat once in a while?”
Ivan couldn’t help his heart skip a beat at the proposition. “You need to stop me if you ever feel like this again, got it?”
“I will, that’s why we have a safe word. Really, I’m fine. Here, come lay with me,” Till smiled, snuggling up against Ivan.
“You know I don’t sleep during the night,” Ivan mumbled, half-heartedly.
“I know that you love cuddling me.”
“Guilty as charged.”