Blood Moon (manxman)

Dark Red Bedding

As Montégo stumbled up the stairs behind Lazarus, he noticed the incubus pulling a flip phone out of his pocket and dialing a number.

"Laz, are you really using a flip phone? I thought you had money." Montégo asked, genuinely shocked at the sight of such an old phone.

"Don't call me Laz. And I do have money! I just don't really...get the...tappy screens. They do too much." Lazarus shook his head and put the phone to his ear, getting an almost immediate answer.
"What are you doing? Can you come over? I set out a bunch of ingredients...I am just too busy to cook right this minute. Thank you. I know...I just- thanks. The door's unlocked."
Montégo tried his best to hear who was on the other side, but couldn't hear more than a soft mumbling.
"They'll be here soon. My walls are thick, don't worry about being quiet." Lazarus explained as he opened his bedroom door and led Montégo inside.
He quietly closed and locked the door, slipping out of his short robe and revealing his body even more. Montégo sat down and watched as Lazarus walked towards him, wearing a red mesh bra that barely covered his meaty pecs, red satin panties that were absurdly small and tight for the thickness of his muscular thighs, and a ribbon-like harness around said thighs and his hips, tight enough to really exaggerate how muscular his legs were.
The dark red lingerie and his long black hair really brought out how pale the man was, his skin almost looking lifeless.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Lazarus asked, not sure whether Montégo expected intimacy or just sex.
Montégo smiled and cupped Lazarus's cheeks in his hands and stood, kissing him. As their lips met, a shiver ran through Montégo's body, the cold soft lips practically absorbing his warmth. Though that was soon numbed by his skin heating up as arousal built from the feeling of Lazarus's arms around his waist and their lips separating for a second, breathing each other's air before colliding together again.
Lazarus turned around and sat, allowing Montégo to lean over him, pinning his wrists to the bed's thick comforter.
Lazarus sucked and nipped at Montégo's bottom lip for a moment, quickly gaining access to his mouth and the two immediately began massaging their tongues together.
Montégo quickly loosened his grip on Lazarus's wrists as his blood rushed to his groin and face, his bulge quickly growing. At this, he pressed his hips against Lazarus's and was shocked to feel nothing from Lazarus's groin but a slight throbbing, leading to him pulling away and looking down.
He looked back up at Lazarus to see him removing his bra, revealing pale pink scars under both his pecs, "Don't worry. I like it. I'm just..."
Montégo understood, kissing him again for a quick moment, "You're still hot. I'm no bigot."
Lazarus nodded, standing up and pulling the comforter off the bed, revealing dark red satin sheets and soon gently pushing Montégo onto the bed and sitting on the other man's lap, making sure to face him with a big smile as he began grinding on him.
Montego admired Lazarus's body and bit his lip in an attempt to hold back soft grunts and moans while Lazarus wrapped his arms around Montégo's shoulders and leaned in, kissing his neck.
"You're doing so good-" Montégo tilted his head, raising his chin as Lazarus sucked on his neck,
"You're such a good boy..." He huffed, rolling his hips as Lazarus grinded on him to a fast rhythm.
"What do you want?" Lazarus purred, his breath against Montégo's ears making him shiver, "I'll do anything you want."
Montégo looked into Lazarus's hungry eyes and began unbuttoning his pants, "You said you wanted to taste me, right?"
Lazarus nodded excitedly, getting off Montégo's lap and soon kneeling in front of him.
"Take off my pants, Laz," Montégo growled in a demanding tone, and Lazarus did as he was told, unzipping Montégo's pants with his teeth and slipping them to his knees before looking up again as if waiting for Montégo to give him another command, however, Montégo was busy removing his sweater, then shirt, so instead of waiting, Lazarus began massaging him through his boxer briefs. As he focused on Montégo's tip, he made Montégo stop halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, moaning as his hips rutted,
"Fuck, Laz-" He let out a needy moan,
"Please, god-"
Lazarus looked up, nearly flinching at the reference to a god, before beginning to lick Montégo's head through his underpants, almost teasing. Not letting him quite feel what he'd get later; making him wait.
"Shit-" He gripped the sheets and looked at Lazarus, "Can you, please-?"
"Can I what? I can't understand you, dear." He cooed seductively with a smug smile.
"Lazarus, please- suck it.."
"Suck what?" Lazarus teased, licking his lips and pulling Montégo's boxers down only a few inches before his cock sprung out- "Oh, geez-"
"Suck my dick, Laz," Montégo smiled, a little proud of the surprise on Lazarus's face, "I want to...fuck your throat. Hard."
"Gladly." Lazarus murmured and caressed Montégo's inner thighs, kissing the tip of his admittedly impressive member as he spread his legs apart. Montégo watched cautiously as Lazarus licked up and down his shaft, giving him goosebumps all over his legs. Soon enough, Lazarus opened mouth and took all of Montégo's cock in at once, sucking softly as he massaged his balls, only rarely breaking eye contact.
Montégo let out soft grunts, slowly building up to moans as he ran his hands through Lazarus's hair, gripping his head and thrusting into his throat while beginning to move his head back and forth.
Lazarus's eyes teared up from the stimulation to the back of his throat and Montégo saw and slowed down to wipe his tears, "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" He asked, "I'll enjoy whatever you want."

Lazarus simply nodded before bobbing his head eagerly, wanting his throat fucked mercilessly once again.
Montégo naturally complied and did fuck Lazarus's mouth with an unrelenting rhythm, and soon filled his mouth with cum.
Lazarus took a moment before swallowing, pulling away from Montégo's dick with some cum leaving a mess on his lips. Montégo leaned down and kissed him with a smile, but only received a light kiss back; Lazarus was caught off guard. Something about the aftertaste of Montégo's cum was different, and he could swear he tasted it before, although unable to put his finger on where,
"Are you alright?" Montégo asked, finally getting Lazarus's attention,

"Oh, yeah, just got a little distracted. Are you tired? We can rest while my chef gets lunch together."

"Rest? I thought we were just getting started. Aren't you-"

"No, no, I don't need anything from you. I can touch myself later." He smiled softly, licking his lips.

"Ah, alright. You wanna cuddle?" Montégo smiled, earning a quick nod from Lazarus who stood up,

"Scoot," He leaned over and fluffed the pillows as Montégo moved over to make room for Lazarus, then laying down. Lazarus lied beside him, pulling the comforters up before snuggling into Montégo and kissing his cheek softly.
Montégo simply smiled and wrapped his arm around Lazarus's waist, "Why thank you!" He chuckled softly, although internally screaming and giggling like an idiot.

"You're so welcome." Lazarus kissed Montégo's cheek again, resting his hand on the werewolf's chest as the two drifted off to sleep.