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Taylor moaned at the sound of his name practically screamed by those blood soaked lips. He wanted to touch every inch of that cold body...He wanted to heat it and he knew he could. The way that his own body was so overheated, it wasn't possible that the god damn bloodsucker wouldn't become hot.

He tossed his head back and panted with moans filtered unrestricted as the bloodsucker got impossibly tighter around him. It felt so ******** good. He wished he were a poet because good didn't describe it...It was the best. The ******** best he had ever had or ever imagined having. He blamed it on the sedatives. They made everything so rushed and yet so hot and just made him need to keep going and going.

But...It wasn't just the sedatives...The bloodsucker...He was such a jackass...But when he was being ******** by him...Taylor could almost imagine loving him. That was how amazingly good the sex was. Was it the noises? Or the feel of that soft skin under him? The way his shaft just hit home so easily? Or maybe it was just how cold he was...How it made him burn even more. He dug his nails into the bloodsucker's hips, less to hurt and more to just hold on tighter as that a** met his hips over and over again.

"Coming so fast from just me inside of you, bloodsucker?" he asked, watching that carpet become so dirty. He was eager to turn the bloodsucker on his back, grinning at the thought of him laying in his own release and thrust harder and faster at the bloodsucker's command. He wrapped the bloodsuckers legs around his waist, filling the bloodsucker like he couldn't imagine living for anything else.

"So tight..." he moaned and tried to close his eyes, not wanting to stare at the bloodsucker's face, as though they were lovers, as though this was anything but a forced ********. But he couldn't make himself do it. Instead he stared, taking in the image of the bloodsucker so wanton for him. He probably would've enjoyed it more if he didn't know that his own face must have reflected the same dirty desperation.

He pressed his lips against the bloodsucker's. It was hardly a kiss, more of lips, tongues, and teeth meeting with desire. Taylor wished that everything that was happening right now could be described like that. Nothing but two people meeting with desire that ******** hurt. It was just that. just that. just that. He timed the chants with his thrusts and pulled back only to listen to the bloodsucker talk of...

"God...Yaku." he moaned at the ideas and felt himself releasing inside of the bloodsucker. But it didn't matter. It was just another thrust. He was still hard. Still burning. "I'm going ******** you until you can't even...ah god ******** of moving without being...nn...in pain! Ah! Yaku!" he promised, letting the name slip and told himself it didn't matter. He didn't care. The bloodsucker had bee crying his name like it was another curse. Why couldn't he do the same?

His eyes snapped open -when had he managed to close them?- when the bloodsucker took his arm and those fangs sank into him, another bite. Oh god, another bite. He choked on a pleasured whimper. "That's right...Bite me..." he moaned wrapped his free arm under the bloodsucker's waist, lifting the thin body up easily and pulling back so he was sitting up and the bloodsucker was in his lap. He bucked up hard and leaned in to kiss at the bloodsucker's neck, nipping at his earlobe. He even tasted good. God damn it.

"Ride me, you ******** bloodsucker...Get me to fill you even more...I wanna see you drip on this nice carpet..." he whispered and bit his earlobe again, licking at the tiny bite. It wasn't as though his teeth could dig in as cleanly at the bloodsucker's...But he wanted everything to be the bloodsucker. He licked and bit at the pale neck, leaving a bright red mark. His. This bloodsucker was ******** his.