He gripped his shirt tight, pulling it. They were so close to each other, he could feel the vampire's heart beating faster, gently pushing him against the wall, pressing his body against his, leaving caring light pecks on his neck, inching closer and closer to his face.
He gripped the shirt with his other hand too, face burning, unable to utter a single word, just his messy breathing making a sound on the silent alley. He shouldn't be doing this, specially with this...creature. But this wasn't the first time he gave himself into the vampire's arms.
It was wrong...but he yearned for this, every touch from his hands felt like heaven to his skin, down to the simplest contacts.
All these thoughts suddendly stopped, as the vampire pressed his lips agaisnt the hunter's, hearts pounding, minds racing, legs shaking, chests pushed against the other. His core felt as if it was going to explode at any second, at mercy of the other's hands, pulling him by the collar, not wanting an inch of distance between them.
He was a mess when they separated, face flushed red, hair unkept, eyes blurry, heavy breathing filling the silence between them. The vampire's grip lossened, but still wouldn't let him go. He stared at the hunter, hands shaking. Then he did it again, kissing him once more, and again, and again.
He adored this vampire, his vampire. He did not want this moment to ever end.
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In Your Graces short writings
VampireShort writings/oneshots about In Your Graces, a story about pressure of family duties, death, vampire hunting and being expected to kill someone you love. (sinopsis is a work in progress) The contents are a bit more heavy so every chapter with heavy...
