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Daniel walked out of his bedroom, stretching his arms above his head. There was a cracking sound in the joints of his back—something he'd been experiencing more often now that he was nearing thirty. He shook it off and made his way to the couch, collapsing down harder than he'd meant to. It was the first time he'd been awake during daylight hours in weeks and it was making him feel lonely. He didn't know what to do during the day anymore, having shifted most of his life's obligations to an evening schedule to accommodate the hours that Armand was required to keep. Now that Armand wasn't around, he was bereft.
He looked down into his lap, pulled up the leg of his boxers and looked at the inside of his thigh. Perfect indentations of Armand's bite decorated his pale skin, red puncture marks surrounded by purple bruises. He ghosted his fingers over the bite marks, sensitive to the touch, and smiled as he remembered how they got there. He moved his hand inside his boxers and started stroking himself as he replayed the events of the previous evening in his mind.
Daniel threw his head backwards, leaning it awkwardly against the headboard of his bed. Armand was between his legs, kissing and sucking at the soft, supple skin between his thighs. Daniel was rock hard, cock completely untouched, as Armand took his time, drawing things out for his enthusiastic boy. He cupped Daniel's balls with one hand, gently ghosting his fingers back and forth to send pulses through his cock.
Armand's fangs descended and he made a show of running his tongue over them for Daniel. Daniel's cock jumped, always eager to mix pain with pleasure for an onslaught of stimulation.
"Armand, baby, I need you!" Daniel whined. "Bite me! Bite me, please!"
Daniel stretched out his legs, giving Armand easier access to his throbbing femoral artery, and Armand quickly bit into the soft, supple flesh there. Daniel whimpered, both from the pain of his ripping flesh and from the euphoric feeling that came from such an intimate experience with the love of his life. As Armand pulled blood from Daniel's wound, careful not to waste a single drop, fireworks shot through Daniel's body and he flailed in ecstasy.
Armand swallowed mouthfuls of blood before it started to flow less freely, the vein repairing itself slowly. The skin, however, would take longer and continued to bleed superficially into Armand's open mouth. Armand licked at it lazily.
"More, please Armand, more!" Daniel cried out.
Armand knew that he had taken more than enough of Daniel's blood for one evening, so instead he pressed his fangs into Daniel's skin just hard enough to leave evidence that would last for days. Blood rushed to the surface of Daniel's skin, focused on the points of Armand's fangs. It's exactly what Daniel wanted—for Armand to mark him, to claim ownership over his life and his body.
"Yes, Daniel, you are mine," Armand told him, straight into his mind. He took another bite of Daniel's thigh. "Pleasure yourself while thinking only of me, my beautiful boy."
Daniel did as he was told. Under Armand's watchful eye, he grasped his cock and began to stroke it, working himself with a twisting wrist. He was breathing deeply, but never broke eye contact with Armand—save for when he had to blink—as he pumped away at his throbbing length. All the while, Armand continued to bite into his skin using both his fangs and his human teeth, sending surges of electricity straight through his body.
"You're doing so well, beloved," Armand said into his mind.
"Armand…" Daniel said quietly between breaths. His legs were shaking and his breathing was heavy—he was close, so close.
Armand reached up and took over for Daniel, leaving Daniel's hands free to clutch the bedspread on either side of his body. Armand used his hand to guide Daniel's cock into his mouth, tonguing just underneath the tip before taking the entire thing to the back of his throat. Daniel let out quiet moans, muffling them behind his hand.
Armand pushed his fingers against one of the bite marks on Daniel's thigh and Daniel shuddered, his whole body overcome by a myriad of sensory input—his leg stinging underneath the pressure of Armand's beautiful fingers juxtaposed against the rapture of a nearing orgasm. Knowing that he was at the mercy of Armand, an apex predator, at every moment made his attention and care even more exhilarating to Daniel, made him feel special, made him feel a little fucked-up. And that was okay.
He spilled into Armand's mouth with a violent shudder, letting out a gratified wail as Armand swallowed his spend reverently.
Daniel pushed on the bite marks left by Armand, imagining that it was Armand making him hurt so good, that it was Armand's teeth in his flesh, hand on his cock. He hummed gleefully as he came onto his hand, thinking of nothing but Armand.