Blood Moon (manxman)

Warmth

Lazarus stepped into Montégo's house and his eyes lit up. It was warm and familiar. It looked completely different from when he visited the last owner, but there was something about the decor that felt like home.
"...I feel like I've been here before. It's so cozy..." Lazarus smiled and Montégo closed the door, then standing beside Lazarus and wrapping his arm around his waist.

They stood at the entrance, leaning into each other and smiling. In this moment, they'd make sure their happiness was all that mattered. Not parties or feeding or rivalries; just each other and their relationship.

After a few moments of this, Laz whispered, "Wanna finish where we left off?"
Montégo thought back to what happened at the party and his face flushed as Laz kissed his neck,

"Do you want to?" Montégo asked, making Lazarus pause as if he's never heard that question before.

Once Lazarus got himself together and decided what to say, he spoke softly with a hint of faux innocence lingering in his voice "Yes sir, I do." He smiled and pulled away from Montégo's neck, cupping his cheeks, "Don't I look like I do? I would've never worn this shit if I didn't wanna impress you."
Montégo smiled as he took in the fact that Lazarus called him sir and quickly took off his pants and led Lazarus to the couch where they sat down and began tracing their hands along each other's bodies. Lazarus's hand lingered on the hardness in Montégo's boxers as he contemplated kissing him.
Lazarus had a tendency to struggle with kisses in genuinely intimate moments. He could care less about kissing some guy he was feeding off the sexual energy of, but now that he knew Montégo liked him too, he couldn't help being insecure. Sex is no big deal to an incubus, but romance wasn't something many incubi got, and Lazarus was getting to have sex but with romantic intentions.
"I'm sorry, Montégo, I'm not used to this stuff..." Lazarus frowned slightly, "I like you, but what if you don't-"
Montégo smiled and pulled Lazarus into a soft kiss.
Lazarus kissed back. He felt like he was falling and Montégo was the only thing keeping him up. Their hands wandered through each other's bodies as they both moved so Lazarus would be straddling Montégo.
Their lips parted for a moment and they both breathed heavily,
"What do you want?" Montégo asked, "What do you like, Laz?"

Lazarus's stomach seemed to fill with butterflies, and all he could think about was how much he wanted Montégo. Their mouths were still so close, ajar, and Montégo realized he could smell the alcohol on Lazarus's breath.
"Laz- are you drunk? I'm sorry, I should've given you more time to sober up-" Montégo moved in an attempt to create space between himself and Lazarus.

"No! I'm not drunk, Montégo, I was, but I'm fine now!" Lazarus explained, seeing the hesitance in Montégo's eyes which made him frown, "No, I know I want you. Please don't doubt me. I want you...I really do! Please..."

"Don't worry, I believe you. Calm down, please, I'm not gonna leave."

Lazarus smiled and kissed Montégo's right cheek, then his left cheek. He slowly began grinding on Montégo's lap and then kissed the tip of his nose, and then his forehead, "Can you touch me, please?" He begged, breathing heavily as he felt Montégo's bulge throbbing below him.
Montégo just smiled and leaned into Lazarus, kissing his neck and holding onto his hips.
Lazarus was almost unreasonably aroused. It was as if romance being added to sex, for what was probably the first time in his life, was a kind of aphrodisiac.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Montégo asked before kissing Lazarus's chest.

"Mm...not yet. Let's wait for that, okay? I want it to be really special...we should stick to oral and hand stuff until then." Lazarus explained hesitantly, definitely wanting Montégo to fuck him, "Maybe use some toys, too."

"That sounds like a good idea." He smiled as Lazarus got off his lap, sitting on his knees in front of him.

"Do you have any kinks?" Lazarus asked, trying to communicate that he'd do just about anything for Montégo.

"Uh...I like degrading, praise..." He hesitated, "Bondage...blood."

Lazarus's eyes lit up, "That sounds so fun...what about honorifics, pet names...what do you like to be called?" He asked, standing up and slipping out of his panties.

"Ah...you already figured it out," Montégo chuckled, eyeing Lazarus's toned thighs, ass, and well-groomed body hair, "Sir, babe...stuff like that."
Lazarus smiled and knelt on the floor in front of Montégo.

"You're so cute, baby, will you take off your underwear for me?" He licked his lips before kissing one of Montégo's thighs and looking up at him with a devious glint in his eye, "Or, uh, sir...please let me suck your cock~" He said, making Montégo laugh, "Which do you prefer?"

"Well... let's stick with sweet stuff and praise. We'll get more into the dom shit later, 'kay?" 

Lazarus nodded, kissing Montégo's lower thigh and softly biting him before pulling away and looking up at him, "Can I pretty please take your underwear off?"

"Yes, Laz, you can take 'em off." Montégo chuckled and stood up slightly, pulling his boxers down till they rested at his lower thighs, then he sat back down and smiled at Lazarus.
Lazarus grinned and pulled Montégo's boxers down to the floor and admired his large erection.

"You're so hot," Lazarus kissed his upper thigh, "you have such a big dick," He licked up Montégo's thigh, "I can't wait to get another taste." Laz smiled and kissed the tip of Montégo's cock.
He spat on his hand and used it as lubricant to give him a hand job. Lazarus sucked on Montégo's balls while working his hand up and down his shaft.

"Ah..." Montégo took a deep breath and covered his mouth to muffle his moans. After adjusting to the stimulation, he uncovered his mouth and let out a sigh, "You're doing so good. It feels incredible, darling." He moaned softly.
Lazarus's fingers swirled around Montégo's cockhead as he lapped at his balls, Montégo's moans acting as music to his ears, making Lazarus fail to resist the urge to touch himself.
He removed his hand from Montégo's cock and sat up, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out slightly before taking Montégo's entire length in his mouth. Lazarus didn't gag at all, despite Montégo's tip hitting the back of his throat over and over.
He bobbed his head up and down and let out soft moans as his index finger and thumb wrapped around his erect clitoris, gently massaging himself as drool ran down his chin.
Montégo rested his head on the back of the couch, moaning quietly as his girth was engulfed in the moist warmth of Lazarus's tight throat.

"This is..," Montégo panted, "You sure know what you're doing.."

Lazarus smiled and pulled away from Montégo's cock, his lips swollen and wet, "I'm a hundred-twenty-year-old incubus, Montégo." He chuckled, "I know a thing or two about making people come."

Montégo blushed and looked away, running his hands through Lazarus's hair, "You're gorgeous, Laz."

"Gosh, I love your compliments. You're trying to fuck me, aren't you?" Laz laughed, "It's working, though, I'm considering it."

"No, no. I'm being genuine. I'll be satisfied with anything. In fact, I think it's your turn, right?" He smiled, cupping Lazarus's cheeks in his hands, "I get a taste now?"
Lazarus nodded excitedly.

To be continued...