Not Your Typical Vampire [ HARUKYU 18+]

EXHILARATING

Junkyu knew he should run and be as far away from Haruto as he could. Falling for a vampire was dangerous, he shouldn't-

And then Haruto's lips were on his, cutting off any thought Junkyu had, giving him a harder and more demanding press than even when he was feeding, and the fibers that connected them wove back together, repaired, and Junkyu was lost again as Haruto leaned forward, making Junkyu fall back to the comforter with Haruto's weight settled over him, the vampire’s body fitting perfectly between his spread thighs. He arched up, unable to stop himself from seeking out friction; the slow drag of his erection along Haruto's, separated by too many layers of denim and cotton, wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. It made Junkyu want to beg, to plead with the man for more.

He tangled his hands in the back of the man’s long hair and kissed him hard, feeling that foreign spark of excitement rekindle until it was a raging flame once more, the kisses between him and his master hot and wet and desperate.

Haruto pulled back, his hands on Junkyu’s shoulders as the human fought for breath, waiting to see some sign of reason return to the eyes. “Are you sure you want this? This is the last time I'll ask—”

“Don’t ask me about it again then.” Junkyu’s answer came in a whisper as he pressed his body flush against the vampire’s and ground his hips against him, a small moan escaping his throat. He pulled Haruto's face close to his again, lips nearly touching. “I want it.”

Haruto smirked. He wrapped his hands around the man’s waist, once more rising up to lay Junkyu out on the bedspread and settle between his spread legs, allowing the kiss to go on in its frenzied manner for a few more minutes before he pulled back, sitting up and turning his attention to the button and zipper of Junkyu’s pants. He paused before beginning to pull them down, studying the human’s face carefully—he wouldn’t ask again, wouldn’t talk about it, but he wanted to be sure that Junkyu was sure. The man let out an impatient huff and hooked his own thumbs into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to his thighs as he lifted his hips. Haruto smirked, figuring that was a good enough sign, and pulled the pants the rest of the way off before reaching up to push the hem of Junkyu's shirt up, coaxing him to sit up enough to let him pull it off.

He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him, his fingers teasing along the waistband of the boxers that were now the only remaining thing covering Junkyu. The man was truly gorgeous—all long limbs, soft skin and fine muscles. His eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, nearly black in the sliver that was barely-visible through thick lashes. His plump, petal-pink lips were parted to release heavy breaths and a low, impatient moan.

Haruto leaned down, trailing his lips along the lines of the other man’s abs, traveling down until he reached the light dusting of dark hair that started just above the man’s navel and then disappeared under the fabric-wrapped elastic. He ran his nose through the trail of hair, inhaling Junkyu’s sharp, scent as a low growl of appreciation escaped from his chest.

He moved down, pressing his mouth over the outline of Junkyu's hard cock through the thin cotton of his boxers, blowing out a long breath of warm air that made the man cry out and arch into him, a small damp spot appearing on the tented fabric. He mouthed along the length, alternating between barely-there passes of his lips and hard presses as he let his tongue wet the fabric, laving at the man through the barrier.

Junkyu’s hand twisted in his hair once more, his hips bucking impatiently, and Haruto smiled, pleased to see the human begin to surrender to the feeling. He brought his hands up, began to tug at the boxers. A gasp escaped from Junkyu as cool air hit his hard, sensitive flesh, his hand falling to tangle in the comforter beneath him, and Haruto nearly muttered his appreciation at the sight of the man arching into the air, his thick cock straining up to lay against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around the hard shaft, stroking it firmly, his eyes on Junkyu’s. The guy tossed his head back, gasping as he rocked his hips up into the touch, and a sudden flash of desire coursed through Haruto, hotter than the lust already simmering in the vampire. He liked seeing Junkyu like this, wanton and spread out, lost in enjoyment of his touch. He needed to see more, draw out more of those gasps and moans, watch the human writhe and buck beneath him as he sought release.