Klaus

[kersen]

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Kersen stood and offered Klaus his hand, then led him out of the office, down a flight of stairs and (after a key-code locked entry) into the small studio apartment down there, even sparser than his office, but with a couch and bed and small kitchen.

"You're not lightheaded are you?" he asked suddenly. "There's some orange juice in the fridge..."

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[seanceinfurs]

"God yes," Klaus said as he pulled down Kersen's pants and put his hand over the vampire's erection. He was still a bit high of the bite, but is was fading.

So he rubbed Kersen's cock and kissed his neck, while exposing his own neck to Kersen.

[kersen]

Kersen let out a little gasp when Klaus touched him. Oh god, it really had been too long. And there was his neck, too, his scent so tempting. But Kersen only brushed his lips to it.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus moaned when Kersen's lips brushed his neck. He nipped at Kersen's neck, scraping his teeth over fine (cold) skin, and locked eyes with Kersen. His eyes were dark, lustful, and he never stopped his touch to Kersen's cock. "Fuck me," he asked, voice dark and hoarse. "Bite me and fuck me."

[kersen]

Kersen shuddered.

This was one reason he tended to prefer being with people who were more dominant. If he could submit, he was less tempted. But the vampire in him loved this. Craved it. Wanted nothing more than to slam Klaus against a wall and give him both of those things, over and over...

Okay, not just the vampire. Kersen wanted this too. Very much.

He grabbed Klaus’ wrist and pulled him over to the bed, then threw him down onto it. Disposed of both the boa and his pants on the way.

[seanceinfurs]

To Klaus, it was the junkie talking. That bite was like an aphrodisiac, which made for a strange but amazing high. He got thrown on the bed with surprising ease. It was an ease he recognized of those with super-strength, such as his brother. Not that his brother ever threw him on the bed for reasons such as this, but they'd been teenagers and they had had fights Klaus had never been able to win.

If he should be alarmed, it was lost on him. He loved this. He made sure he looked good as he reclined on the bed; dishevelled and willing. Oh, so willing.

[kersen]

Kersen stretched over him and managed to reach the nightstand drawer and grab a bottle of lubricant, which he tossed onto the bed beside them before pressing his body tight against Klaus' and kissing him hard.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus kissed him back; a filthy, hard kiss full of want and need. He stirred, unable to do much except the whiney sounds of increasing desperate need.

[kersen]

God it felt good to be wanted like this. Even though in the back of Kersen's head, a little voice insisted that it wasn't real, that he wanted him because of his bite, because he was practically drugging him to want him. It was a voice that really upset Kersen, and a circumstance that he wished he could do away with.

He didn't stop kissing him, and with one hand urged Klaus' legs spread and a moment later had a slick finger pushing inside him.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus wouldn't see it like that. He spent most his life in various degrees of high, so if he thought his thoughts and actions weren't real if he was high; there wouldn't be much left.

He did want that bite, though.

He arched his back and groaned at the sudden finger inside him. "God, yes. More."

[kersen]

Klaus’ reactions were beautiful, and Kersen was grateful to get them before his fangs were in him. He slid another finger inside him and carefully stretched him as he kissed him again. “You’re really gorgeous,” He murmured.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus knew that, and he made sure Kersen would think him more so, as he spread his legs further and pushed himself further into those fingers, urgent, wanting. "Please, Kersen," he whimpered.

[kersen]

Kersen let out a little groan in response to that. He pulled his hand away and positioned himself above Klaus, pushing his legs apart.

He didn't wait, just braced one hand on the headboard and pushed inside him.

[seanceinfurs]

"Fuuuck," came a long lengthy moan as Kersen pushed in. His head fell back and if asked he would lie and say it was not on purpose to expose his neck.

[kersen]

It felt fucking amazing. Kersen groaned and folded over him, pushing into him hard and then burying his face against his neck. He could feel Klaus' heartbeat. He kissed his neck, licking at his pulse point as he started to thrust.

[seanceinfurs]

It was rough, passionate and a little dangerous. Klaus loved it. He put his hand through Kersen's hair to keep him in place. "Don't be gentle," he breathed as he nipped at the vampire's ears, using his teeth.

[kersen]

Kersen liked it rough, too. He gasped against Klaus' neck and then whispered, his voice ragged, "Do you want me to bite you?"

[seanceinfurs]

It was a relief to hear and he moaned. "Yes," he breathed. "God, yes."

[kersen]

Control, Kersen reminded him, even as he found himself getting caught up in the passion of the moment. But when he unsheathed his fangs and sank them into Klaus' throat, he was careful and drank slowly. Even as he fucked him harder.

[seanceinfurs]

Loss of control; that was the best thing about it all, in Klaus' opinion.

The mix between the soft sting in his neck and the delicate lips touching his skin on the one end and the hard thrusts roughly claiming him on the other end was fantastic. He felt his cock stir, he felt his vigor returned and it was even better that it was left untouched between them, trying to find friction where it could. "God, yes," he nearly screamed.

[kersen]

So. Fucking. Good. He tasted amazing, he felt amazing, Kersen's whole body felt like it was alight.

And his vampire side was screaming for even more - drink more, take more, fuck him harder, own him, he is prey.

And Kersen could control himself at least to the extent he didn't drink too much, but god with this one it was difficult. He started fucking him harder.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus didn't know what went on in Kersen's mind, he just got a fantastic fuck out of it. And that drug... It was one of the best highs there were. He wanted more, more of everything, to feel more of this, to touch himself.

"Hold me down," he begged. "I want...more."

[kersen]

Without even thinking about it, Kersen grabbed one of Klaus' wrists and pinned it above his head with an incredibly strong grip. His drinking had slowed down, though he still had his fangs sunk into Klaus' throat. And with his other hand, he managed to reach between them and wrap his fingers around Klaus' cock.

[seanceinfurs]

It was such a great thing. The sting in his neck, the lightheadedness, the high and being filled with possessive abandon...

He yelped when Kersen grabbed his cock. "Fuck, yes," he moaned.

[kersen]

Fuck yes was right. Kersen was close to the edge himself.

He pulled his mouth away from his neck, and tipped his lips to his ear as he thrust hard into him. "Come now," he whispered.

[seanceinfurs]

It was almost as if Kersen controlled his orgasm. The words were barely out of his mouth and Klaus could feel it happen without being able to do anything about it, except ride the high and give into it shamelessly. He hoped Kersen's apartment had thick walls, because he was pretty loud when he came. And he bit his lips simply for the feeling of it.

Well, to be honest he didn't care about the thickness of the walls. Shame was not something he was born with.