t.v.d/t.o smuts

klefijah-- both of us.

(takes place in the 1930s, stefans pov)

His lips trace my jawbone in such a way that makes me forget how wrong this is. The tenderness of his kisses all the way down my neck has somehow convinced me that this is okay. After all this time, he finally has me wrapped around his finger. And I'm not fighting it.

"You're awfully calm," he muses. "I figured you'd be resisting more."

"I want this." The tone of my voice as it left my lips shocks me. I don't sound like myself. Nevertheless, I allow my hands to trace his back. My fingers play at the wrinkles in the suit jacket he's wearing.

I watch his lips quirk up into a smile. "I can tell." In a swift motion, his jacket slides off his arms and lands on the floor. His hands meet my shoulders and guide me backwards towards the couch. He pushes me back and I fall onto the couch with a startled gasp.

"The party is waiting, Elijah," I remind him. He tilts his chin up then suddenly falls to his knees. I laugh a little in amusement, watching him grab hold of one of my legs and kiss it lovingly from my thigh to my ankle.

"They won't miss us." He slips off one of my shoes, along with my sock, and continues kissing down. I take my lip in between my teeth while watching him hold on to my calves, lips kissing the top of my arched foot.

I pull it away from his grip all too suddenly, a smile playing on my face. "It's your brother's party. He will kill me if he knows I'm in here with you." I stand up and grab my sock from off the floor, slipping it up my ankle.

"Ah, yes," he sighs out, standing up to meet my gaze as I pull on my shoe. "We all know how Niklaus feels about you, Stefan."

I hum at the sound of my name slipping off his tongue. "Who would have thought." I turn around to look in the mirror, adjusting my suit jacket. "Me and Elijah Mikaelson."

He creeps behind me, hands sneaking around my waist and chin resting on my shoulder. "You knew I wanted you." He buries his nose in my neck and I can't stop myself from thinking about his teeth sinking in.

I clear my throat. "What makes you say that?"

"Don't you remember?" He flips me around to face him. My eyes meet his shoes first, but are quickly directed to look at him. "It was, ah, '24? Only ten years ago. Gloria's had just got busted, and the cops were searching for anyone to arrest. Mikael was on the prowl for Klaus, and--"

"—you found me in the alleyway next to Gloria's, waiting for Rebekah to come back for me. I had her necklace."

Elijah hums. "You do remember."

"Unless something else happened, then yes, I remember."

He looks at my collar, causing me to blush and adjust it. "Is my collar loose? Forgive me, I'm a mess."

He shakes his head and his hands grasp my tie, pulling me closer to him. Our bodies press together. "I'm just. . . hungry. I can hear your blood rushing, I can see it pulsing in your neck."

I look down, but he brings his hand to my chin and forces me to look back up. "Would my blood even begin to satisfy you?" I whisper.

He sucks on his teeth, letting out a loud tcch. He leans in and I feel his nose brush my pulse. "No. But it would surely make me happy."

"Then, by all means." His breath hitches against my neck as I grant him permission. "Feed on me, Elijah."

I hear him hiss quietly. I inhale, bracing myself as I feel a very sudden and painful pressure against my artery. Soon, I feel the blood dripping down my neck. "Elijah," I whimper quietly, "my suit. Don't let it, ah, get on my suit."