Drink From Me

  “Viacheslav,”, Ludomir said once they got to their bed in the tavern, “you are looking very pale. Do you need me to get you anything?” He pulled him closer into his arms and twirled his hair around his finger.

 “Mm, I'm okay. Just a little tired.”

 Luddy felt Viacheslav's wrist and felt how weak his pulse was. “No, you need blood. Come here.”

 “Ludomir, I'm alright-”

 “No,”, he said, cutting him off, “I'm not asking. You need blood.”

 Via turned around so he was facing Ludomir's chest.  

 “Bite.”, he ordered, his arms tensing with anticipation.

 Viacheslav bit just above his hard nipple, piercing the skin with ease and letting the rich blood flow into his mouth, feeling his cheeks flush with blood and the low rumble of Ludomir's groans in his chest. It burned all the way down into his stomach. He felt Luddy's hand come up to rest on the back of his head encouragingly, telling him to drink as much as he needs and stroking his hair. Viacheslav felt Ludomir's dick begin to throb against his leg, the hardness and warmth sending tingles to his stomach. His hips rubbed into Luddy's thigh, moaning into his chest.

 His tongue was lapping over his puffy nipple, and soon enough, Ludomir's member was standing up straight, laying curved on Via's belly.  Moans and groans were rolling out of Ludomir.

 Via licked at the wound and moaned quietly, finally closing it and laying back down in his arms and resting with a warm tummy.

 “Thank you, Ludomir…”, he panted quietly.

  He found himself tugging at the rim of Ludomir's pants. His fingers worked their way around his dick through the fabric and he soon became restless and impatient.

 “Malishka, what is it? What do you need, dear?”, Ludomir asked the smaller one, rubbing his back.

 “Y-you're hard… I want it…”, he whined, mewling at his touch. “Luddy…”, he started again, putting on his best begging face, “I'm still thirsty…”

 The dark haired man growled carnally and then regained his calm. “What do you mean, baby?”

 “I-I want your cock… please let me…”, he whined in fragments.

 The older one was quiet, but his fingers intertwined with Viacheslav's messy hair. “Malishka, go ahead…”

 Via pulled down Ludomir's trousers and let his member spring free of it's tight imprisonment. It was red and pulsing, slick with pre-cum and anticipation. He lowered his mouth to it and took it with his tongue, sucking the pre-cum off of him and letting his head touch the back of throat.

 He didn't gag once. He had four hundred years of practice.

 “Hah… ah, Via…~”, he rumbled, his hand falling on his mouth to muffle the sound.

 Viacheslav hummed on his dick and put his pointer finger of his left hand right underneath his puckered hole that clenched so tightly for him. He brushed his finger over it a few times before taking Luddy's dick out of his mouth and wetting his finger. Then, he reached his digits back down and slipped his slender finger into the tight hole. Luddy groaned,  arching his back and digging his feet into the bed.

 “V-Via..! What are you doing..?”

 “I want to hear you moan… it makes me feel better…”, he explained, his mouth full of pre-cum and dick.

 “As long as it makes you happy, then I'm happy.”

 Via mewled, running his fingers through the patch of hair he had on his belly. The older had to fight not to rut into the redheads mouth, but as time went on, he relaxed more, and Viacheslav started bobbing his head so he found he didn't need to.

 “Via~ you're doing so well… taking me so well…”, Luddy breathed.

 Viacheslav's finger came faster now, and soon a second was added to Luddy's tight hole, making him slam his hands over his mouth so he didn't yell.

 “Papa, don't cover your mouth… I want to hear it…”, Via slurred.

 “Via..!”, Luddy groaned, “What if I wake up someone..?”

 “Then they'll all know that I'm making you come…”

 But Luddy became blinded with pleasure when Via added a third finger, hitting his prostate head on with such intention that Ludomir couldn't even warn Via that he was coming, because he didn't even notice until he found himself jerking back into the bed and the soft suction of Viacheslav drinking all of his sticky essence. There was a plethora of noises that came out of his mouth, and many tears that spilled onto the pillow.

 “Via…”, came out quietly from his lips, muffled from kissing Viacheslav's hair. “What was all of that for?”, he panted, running his hands through the soft locks.

 “You took care of me… and I wanted to take care of you..!”, he said softly, laying down on Luddy's chest.

 “Well, you did a good job.”, he informed, taking his chin in his hand  and rubbing the come from off of his lips, kissing them gently, as if they weren't swollen enough.

 He laid his head down again, kissing the tiny red dots that were right where he left them.

 “I love you, Ludomir. For better or for worse… I promised you that. Four hundred years back.”

 “We could have been married the day we met and I would have said those vows.”

 Viacheslav smirked. “You basically did, at my doorstep, at five in the morning.”

 “Oh hush. It was a whim. Now, get some sleep. You need your rest, malishka. I don't want you getting weak like that.”

 “Okay… Goodnight, Ludomir. I love you…”

 “Goodnight malishka. I love you forever…”