[Truth be told, Augustine feels a bit naked without his coat despite still being dressed. He subconsciously draws his wings around himself while examining himself. The bright white shirt he wears is stained with blood along the cuffs. Thankfully, the rest of it seems to be in decent enough condition.
A sigh of distaste escapes Augustine as he glances at the sleeves. He doesn't recall what happened prior to render him unconscious but waking up within a pool of blood was alarming enough.]
You're far too kind, Kaspar.
[While he still feels a little perturbed by Kaspar's kindness, he would be a fool not to accept. Maybe he'll feel better once he's a bit more cleaned up. Wandering around drenched in blood is enough to make anyone feel so unkempt.]
Don't invite half the town into your humble abode.
[Augustine warns before heading right towards the bathroom. He turns on the faucet with little fuss. It takes a little bit for the water to warm but once it's hot, Augustine tries in vain to wash the blood out. He might have to purchase another shirt in the future. It seems his stay here is going to be semi-permanent.]
Tell me--[He calls Kaspar from the washroom.] Do you remember anything prior to arriving here?
[ Kaspar hums from the sink, tone still cheerful in that subdued way of his. And said as if talking to him first was akin to asking for help. Silently, Kaspar also thanks him for identifying that fruit tree. He hadn't intended to invite anyone back here before that moment. Not that he will ever feel like inviting half the town over, but he enjoys having the freedom to invite over anyone he likes.
He leaves the coat to soak in the filled sink, drying his hands on the towel scrap on the way by. His own heavy, warm coat gets tossed over the back of a chair and his shoes thud as he kicks them off.
Augustine can probably hear him fall back onto his bed by the sound of his voice alone. He isn't used to projecting his voice either, but he tries not to trail off. ]
[Augustine lets out a chuckle as he turns off the water. He gave up trying to clean the cuffs of his shirt in favor of just soaking it in the soapy water. The dhampir doesn't like the idea of wandering around the apartment topless but he found a few more specks of blood while looking at the mirror. This is rather an unfortunate way to begin this long bizarre adventure. He just hopes his benevolent host won't mind.]
My memory is a little jumbled at best but I remember visiting my mother's estate for dinner.
[When the dhampir finally emerges from the washroom, he's topless. Utterly topless. He gives Kaspar a sheepish smile as he strolls into the room, doing his best to ignore the stares. As one could suspect, Augustine is quite lean, almost like a dancer. His shoulders are broad but not bulky. They're oddly slender much like the rest of him. It's obvious that Augustine isn't a soldier of any sort but he's not without hints of muscular definition along his arms, chest, and abdomen. He has a trim waist, one that is a little long with a hint of a curve. Augustine isn't as straight and narrow as he seems with that tailor made coat on. An interesting fact that Augustine would dismiss if asked.
It seems that his bizarre purple complexion isn't a fluke. He's completely completely purple from his head downwards without a single blemish or mark, except an ornate red tattoo on his back. However, Augustine purposely keeps his back from view as he leans against a nearby wall. It's obvious he's a bit uncomfortable right now since he wrapped those bat-like wings around himself. However, he doesn't seem too perturbed by Kaspar's gaze.]
I can still remember the taste of the wine we shared.
[ Both of their figures strike different silhouettes when hidden beneath more tailored designs. A fact Kaspar was well aware of about himself before this place. But despite having seen many men shirtless, by nature of boarding schools and the military, none of those shorter, pale yet broadly muscular forms prepared him for the unexpected sight of Augustine shirtless. The curve of him, the lean waist, Kaspar has always been careful about staring at people back home. But this is new, there is no surveillance that cares about this, he thinks. He hadn't thought this far ahead.
It's as much curiosity as appreciation that calls his casual gaze. There are never any promises of the future, so he tries to take in as much he can see from his now rooted spot on the bed, without making the other uncomfortable. His own service jacket is still on, open and only serving to frame the well formed chest contained by his tighter undershirt. He's listening intently, especially when his eyes meander back to Augustine's face, watching lips form words.
His brow furrows as he lifts himself up, only to lean his weight back on his arms. It leaves his long legs dangling from the edge and highlights the taper from broader shoulders to hips; the ease with which he can support himself. His belted trousers end in fabric wrapped around his calves. A soldier, in training and ability to fill out a uniform, if not readily apparent in temperament. ]
What of, the blood?
[ Kaspar leans to the side as he asks, to free the edge of a blanket. He holds it up with a nod, in a wordless offer. It is chilly, warmer in here than outside, and the appreciative look has become tinged with concern for the other man's wellbeing. ]
[Augustine can feel his stare even though the blond tries his best to conceal it. It’s enough to make him sigh a little. Much like Kaspar, he’s quite aware of himself. He was never granted otherwise because of his inhuman nature. Dhampirs like him are a rarity among his kind, especially those who tend to look more vampire than human. Augustine can easily pass as a full-fledged vampire since he took so heavily after his mother, but he could never pass for human. This is both a blessing and a curse in a way. Augustine still had to face multiple hardships in his youth but they weren’t significantly as bad as others.
In his world, humans are nothing more than cattle meant to be slaughtered and drained by their betters. While he doesn’t share in such twisted views, Augustine does see himself as a vampire first and human second. Although, he doesn’t quite know what to make of Kaspar here. The blond seems too calm and complacent around his presence, obviously more intrigued than anything else. It’s a little odd, especially since most humans would turn away at the fight of him. Many of them did during that meeting earlier except for a notable few.
Even so, Augustine can’t help but stare in surprise when Kaspar offers him the blanket. Why is this man being so friendly towards him? It's honestly baffling.]
It’s not mine. [He quickly pushed off from the wall to lean forward for the blanket.] It smells like human blood.
[Every inch of Augustine’s flesh is purple, even down to his nipples but Kaspar won’t get a good look at those. The second he grabs the blanket, Augustine wraps it around himself like a mock cloak. He feels a bit better now, especially since it’s a bit nippy in here.]
Someone died here just before we arrived. I didn’t catch their name but—
[He doesn’t dare finish the statement but he has a sneaky suspicion that he knows who’s blood that is.]
[ Kaspar makes a concerted and successful, if not obvious, attempt not to glance down at Augustine's chest at his approach. His curiosity is a mild prickling under his skin, but Kaspar doesn't spy his chest anywhere but the corner of his eyes. ]
You can sit, if you like.
[ Kaspar offers without indicating whether he means chair or bed, though each offers enough distance not to touch. Especially when he shifts over a fraction after grabbing his own blanket to toss over his shoulders. He turns partway, knee bending so he can scoot back to lean against the wall opposite Augustine. At least the bed is large. The blanket collection is the current practical solution to the lack of heating. Or his lack of understanding it, it's hard to say which.
Once comfortable, curled up in a blanket that reaches down to his waist, he glances over at the sink before back to Augustine. He lets his head come to rest gently against the wall behind him too. He pose is natural, laid back, and topped with a reassuring smile, free of fear. Kaspar doesn't trail off in his once again genuine curiosity-- ]
... what does, non-human blood smell like?
edited (I hit it too sooooon. and reread it later oops) 2022-12-19 14:09 (UTC)
[The offer shouldn’t have caught Augustine off guard but it does. Only because he wasn’t really expecting this odd fellow to be any more hospitable towards him. He’s already infringing upon Kaspar’s space as it is. Therefore, he can’t help but look a bit perturbed by this growing development. Augustine always prided himself on being somewhat self-reliant but the dhampir is starting to wonder if that was all just a ruse on his part.
Maybe he’s just overthinking things. Of course, he’s overthinking everything. If there’s one thing Augustine does correctly, it’s overthink.
He gives Kaspar a hesitant nod before finding someplace to sit. At first, he opted to sit down on the chair across from the man but he isn’t too thrilled about the idea of having an old wooden chair prodding into his back. After all, he’s been disrobed halfway with only a blanket to cover him. Therefore, he sits precariously on the edge of the bed with his long batlike wings folded against him under the blanket. This is an awkward situation but thankfully Kaspar has a gift for gab.]
Acidic.
[The dhampir answers tersely with a bit of a frown]
Almost like sulfur depending on the beast. Most demons have very acidic blood, especially those who seem more demonic than your average gremlin. Their blood is almost likened to ichor, the golden-hued blood of the gods.
[ Kaspar listens, not really fully understanding all of it. Until the end where he blinks. The... god? He doesn't like the uncertain and hollow feeling the fleeting thought alone brings him. But it is easy enough to push down in favor of newer curiosity. His own history, his people's, is intertwined with their blood in a way that he can't help himself from wondering. It isn't even strange to him, for someone else to be comfortable with it all.
He doesn't remember it or the why, in this place, but his own blood is tainted by the beasts of gods. They were no demons, just the ever mutable creations of worldmakers, raw chaos and life from a goddess.
Kaspar, again, is too casual in his discussion of it for most humans-- ]
[He announces after a moment of thought. A dhampir like him has to drink blood to survive but he tends to ward off the need for that sweet ambrosia using other means. Even so, his fangs still ache for blood.]
It’s addictive, almost like wine but not as sweet. Fresh blood tend to have a slight metallic scent to it that differs greatly from beasts.
[He gives Kaspar a slight smirk as he glances at him again. No many times he tries to study the blond’s face, he can’t seem to keep his gaze focus. It keeps traveling south towards where the gentle curve of his neck lies halfway hidden. Maybe he’s hungry. It would be rather easy for him to sink his fangs into this man but he chooses against it.
Why? Augustine doesn’t know why. He just know he’s not willing to attack anyone like some common beast. After all, he’s not a monster even if others might view him as such.]
Although, not all human blood tastes good. Some is…rancid and stale.
[ Oh. Kaspar returns the smirk with a softer smile, but maybe he can tell from here the way his pulse jumps at the response. Even Kaspar doesn't know why, or frankly care at the moment. Maybe it's that he just realized he is somewhere new, without any unwanted eyes. Something about this blood talk is taboo, in a way, and he can almost feel it in his veins. He accepts the new spark with aplomb, soaking in it instead of fearing it. Without a change in his expression, he moves the blanket down to his lap, simply adjusting for the cold.
The way the other looks at his neck that has him lean forward and relax his weight onto his arms. His service jacket is open, his undershirt tighter, and his neck almost bared beneath the jacket's loose but high collar in this new position. Subtly, curiously, Kaspar tilts his head, just so, as he watches him with that same genuine but calm smile. He doesn't know the lore, just that Augustine is looking there and he's used to being the strongest in a room. And that lends him a quiet confidence. ]
No?
[ Kaspar seems to accept all of this easily. It might not be surprising coming from someone that can actively feel his own blood. He shifts, holding open his bullet box and retrieving a single one in between two fingers. It's crafted with his blood, with no care for the sensitivity of vampires. They do not exit in Groscia. Black metal, inside the bullet is the highest concentration of blood and tied to Kaspar, his soul, and his light, just as his other weapons are.
Kaspar holds it out for him as he leans over. Of course, this also means shifting closer. ]
[While it’s bad manners to answer a question with a question, Augustine simply can’t help but ask. The smirk upon his lips grows into a full-fledged grin as this wispy blond leans closer to him. Just what’s happening here? Why would such delightful prey present themselves to a hunter like him? It’s almost as if Kaspar is trying to bait him into doing something he might regret. That’s dangerous to do to a vampire. Even a half-breed like him could easily lose themselves to their wanton desires. His hunger for blood is equal to that of his full-fledged brethren but Augustine does his best to remain unbothered.
That is until Kaspar presents him with that strange little oddity in the form of a bullet.]
Blood?
[He mutters while staring at the bullet. This is…interesting, to say the least. Why would anyone craft bullets using their own blood? It feels a bit taboo and this coming from someone who’s proficient in hemomancy. He stares at the bullet for a moment or two, not at all realizing that he’s inching a bit closer towards the bioluminescent man.]
It smells sweet. [He mutters quietly while trying to get a better look at the bullet.] Sweet like human blood but–
[He tears his glance from the bullet and locks his gaze with Kaspar.]
You’re no beast but you’re not entirely human either.
[The distance between them is shrinking rapidly and Augustine doesn’t seem to care. He could almost feel the tension between them rising now. It’s a bit worrisome but most likely thrilling. Just what is this no-so-little firefly trying to do? He’s curious. Terribly curious.]
I won’t be able to tell unless you give me…a taste.
[ He nods at the assessment of blood, watching the rest of the vampire's reaction with heady curiosity. This bullet is a part of him, in essence, and the sweet verdict puts some color high on his cheeks. They're so close now that his own pulse is in his ears. ]
Human.
[ Kaspar corrects, gently and confidently. He keeps his eyes on Augustine, but it's the type of tracking that already has a fluidity to it, interest without wariness. He doesn't hide his wandering, from eyes to purple cheeks. As if Kaspar were the one with fangs beneath that genuinely calm smile. The tension is heavy, every inhale full with it. Pleasant smoke at a bar for two.
Whiplash from having no control over his days or life and the sudden, exhilarating freedom, bubbles up long repressed actions. How many back home had he denied, for their sake or for his? Kaspar had been starting to wonder selfishly at the cracks of his own imagined wantings and cravings even before now. Never put to practical use as love is not a thing he remembers. Now it is only an ill defined ache.
Kaspar closes his fist over the small piece of metal as he moves to slide a knuckle under the vampire's chin. It's an unhurried and natural motion, as if he finds Augustine a person to be appreciated and tasted in turn, instead of feared. ]
... I may. [ Give him a taste.
Kaspar sounds too innocent for the way his gaze drops to Augustine's lips, or the way his eyelids fall ever so slightly. He daydreams about it suddenly-- how easy it would be to lean in on impulse and steal his taste first; warm lips, only slightly abused by the cold, pressed to Augustine's. But he doesn't. He restores their eye contact, a cloudy and affectionate grey.
His touch retreats, only to keep his eyes locked on Augustine as he slips off his service jacket, tossing it blindly behind him. Neck bared, left only in his tight sleeveless undershirt and trousers, Kaspar all but dares him as he reaches to tug on Augustine's blanket with both hands. ]
[Augustine can’t help but arch his brow a little as he regards Kaspar in a different, metaphorical, light.]
That’s odd. Your blood smells different.
[He tilts his head to the side in curiosity, accidentally causing some of those dainty red strands to fall into his eyes.
Kaspar is such an oddity. He’s one of the few humans who doesn’t fear him. That alone is rather odd along with the fact that his blood smells so different. It’s a little perplexing to be honest. The longer he stares at Kaspar, the more he wants to know about this mysterious man. This is a little unusual. Augustine isn’t the type to show such interest in others. It’s a little alarming but also quite exhilarating.
He can feel Kaspar’s gaze upon him and it doesn’t bother him. If anything, it makes Augustine smirk a bit more, especially once Kaspar gets a good look at him. The unspoken tension that lies between them isn’t just one of hunter and prey, but something more carnal. Augustine can sense a growing desire pooling between them, one that threatens to cloud his judgment the longer he looks into Kaspar’s eyes.
There’s something there between them. Augustine isn’t aware of what that is but he’s willing to explore it. After all, Kaspar is offering himself to him. A little taste is all he wants, nothing more and nothing less. That is unless the blond coaxes for more.]
You’re playing with fire–[He whispers as his fangs really start to ache at the sight of the creamy flesh. He’s hungry, very hungry.] Vampires are very greedy creatures, you know.
Once I bite you, I just might keep drinking.
[Unfortunately, his warning falls on deaf ears. The moment Kaspar tugs that blanket off him, Augustine pounces. He pounces on top of Kaspar like a wildling, his fangs bared and his eyes almost glowing with lust. He tries to pin the man beneath him, eager to take control of his prize. However, he doesn’t. No, instead he presses his slightly cold lips against Kaspar’s before purposely pressing his fangs against his tender lips.
He wants to bite him. He wants to bite him so badly.
However, he purposely stops himself in favor of just savoring the kiss. Augustine has a lot of willpower but even he isn’t infallible. He kisses Kaspar nice and slow as if they have all the time in the world. Kaspar tastes so delicious and he hasn't even tasted his blood yet. He curls his fingers into those wispy blond locks as he kisses him, moaning softly as he presses himself fully against Kaspar’s body.]
But he doesn't ask. Kaspar doesn't have the capacity, with their proximity and the way Augustine is looking at him. It's the first time he's wanted, felt wanted as more than a pawn, a stepping stone to glory. He can almost already taste the iron in his mouth, fangs sinking easily into willing skin. Blood, only slightly darker than Augustine might be used to, that Kaspar wonders how long he'll feel it down the long column of Augustine's neck. Greedy, doesn't sound so bad.
Instict over anticipation, Kaspar surges to meet the wilding force for force, heat for heat. He inhales, ragged, at the press of fangs. Fingers slide into red hues, pressing their curiosity up his nape and burying tenderly. They curl into a hold that feels deceptively loose. With eyelids fluttering, Kaspar mouths at the fangs, welcoming them with the hot press of his flat tongue, shameless in his indulgent exploration; from near the tip, slowly and appreciatively up their lengths. The little, slightly needy, sound this elicits from Kaspar is low and rumbling, easy to miss over the contented sigh that follows it.
His eyes, half lidded, remain on Augustine. There's a new intensity there in the stillness, more blue than grey beneath thick eyelashes so light against his pale skin that it is a fact easily missed. He gives Augustine the room to kiss him slowly, his own tongue turning gentler off his fangs.
His free arm drops so he can palm along dark curves, grazing the rougher calluses and soothing with the softer skin on his hands. He's touched himself far too often not to know just how it feels, instinctively, sensually, to alternate down his lower back.
Kaspar follows Augustine into languid enjoyment. At least until his grip tightens in the vampire's long hair, hinting at strength beyond the normal human Kaspar considers himself to be. He is pushing back, firmly with a gentleness all Kaspar's own. Because the feeling is there, black smoke rising from the fire in the pit of his stomach, Kaspar means to discover whether Augustine prefers his mouth devoured, worshipped, or utterly undone. ]
[A sharp gasp escapes Augustine once Kaspar starts deepening the kiss. He could feel the warm slick of his tongue pressed against his as they kissed like long-lost lovers. It’s a heavenly but sinful experience wrapped up in desire. Just the mere scent of his blood is enough to drive him wild and he hasn’t even bitten him yet. Everything about Kaspar is intoxicating. Everything from his scent, his appearance, those vaguely blue-tinted eyes intoxicates him. Augustine feels drunk with a desire unbeknownst to anything he knows. This is not like him to seduce his prey in such a manner. No, this is completely different than what he expected.
The dhampir can’t help but whimper once he feels Kaspar’s fingers tighten around his hair. It’s a quiet shudder with a slight whine that dies against Kaspar’s lips. He watches the blond with heavy-lidded eyes as Kaspar attempts to devour him like a starving wolf. It’s oddly titillating to be met with such unyielding force. While he previously thought he possessed the upper hand here, Kaspar seems to have everything under control.
This vexes him a little. Isn’t he supposed to be the hunter here?
He breaks away from Kaspar’s lips in favor of nibbling on his ear. The dhampir gently nibbles on the sensitive flesh, lightly scraping his fangs against the lobe of his ear. He eventually stops nibbling on his ear in favor of sliding his moist tongue down the side of his neck. It’s a bold move since Kaspar has him by the hair but Augustine is feeling rather bold. Meanwhile, he purposely rakes his nails down Kaspar’s back lightly pulling at the fabric of his undershirt. Those nails are sharp much like his fangs but Augustine is gentle. He’s far too gentle to be some feckless beast. It’s clear he doesn’t want to just ravish the poor man. No, he wants Kaspar to enjoy this too.]
May I bite you?
[Augustine asks sweetly in the form of a breathless murmur against their neck. He plants a few kisses there before purposely scraping his fangs lightly over the tender flesh. A thin jagged red line forms but no blood yet.]
[ Kaspar's long suffering sigh at the feeling against his ear is the whisper of a moan as his eyes well up. He blinks them back. It's the first time anyone has done that and it flushes his ears hot against the slide of that tongue on his sensitive flesh. Kaspar may have a high pain tolerance, but he has little for this. For things he's only ever fantasized about or wetted his finger to emulate.
Wherever Augustine's tongue touches along his neck, a flush follows. The wet, the chill, a full body shiver, have his back arching even before the graze of Augustine's nails hasten the ascent of his hips rolling smoothly to greet him. He hums another low sound to accompany the simultaneously bold descent of his hand; from lower back to hip. Kaspar's grip, again, is firm, though the soothing motion of a rough but gentle thumb follows the curve of a hip bone in the search for sensitive skin there too.
The humming sound goes softer, grip in the other man's hair flexing its hold and rubbing at his scalp. Kaspar is quite a sight with his flush, his hands, and the sheer heat in his eyes. But if Augustine gets impatient, his grip will tighten; testing, quietly and subtly playful. A swift escalation to match. The tilt of his head, the available expanse of skin, say to trust in him and his eventual and mutual acquiescence.
He'll even allow the piercing of his skin only just so, pricking blood and catching his breath. Can Augustine feel it? What the sensation already does to him too. The white fabric catches as he breathes. He's going to poke through his undershirt at this rate. Kaspar shifts his leg to slot a thigh between Augustine's, paired with a helpful tug of his hip.
This should be taboo as well; letting anyone consume his precious blood, especially a man he'd just met to do it. Yet, it doesn't feel strange at all beyond the thrill. His bones say this is right, as does the rush of blood just beneath Augustine's fangs. And the heat between his legs. Kaspar can't help but keep moving his hips, in his own naturally languid way.
But Augustine won't have to wait for too long, since he'd asked so politely and they're both so obviously hungry for it. He wants to experience every second with his whole body and soul. Breathtaking is not just a jump, but stopping just before the precipice and facing the depths with your own eyes before making the leap of faith. Back then, trusting in tethers and engineering and insti-- ]
You may.
[ Kaspar's voice dips lower with certainty and lust, just as his grip loosens, giving the vampire leeway to do as he likes. Though the hovering threat of digging fingers remains. The air is hot, so hot he can't believe he ever thought it was chilly. ]
[He lets out a low growl once Kaspar starts grinding his knee against him. Yes, he’s hard right now. very hard. Augustine can’t help but groan a little as Kaspar’s grip tightens a little. Vampire or not, Kaspar might be able to leave a few bruises here and there. The pressure at his hip hurts a little but it’s a delicious hurt. Kaspar hellbent on keeping him right there. Augustine doesn’t seem to mind for the time being, especially with Kaspar rubbing his knee against his arousal. Maybe he should’ve taken off the trousers before attempting to seduce this handsome man. However, Augustine didn’t really think he was going to be doing something like this. Hunger is usually the best spice but he can’t seem to help himself right now. His fangs ache, his stomach is empty, and he’s sexually frustrated to hell and beyond. While this is probably the most illogical thing he has done yet, Augustine isn’t complaining.
He scrapes his fangs over the thin little cut again, hinting to Kaspar that he’s hungry. His willpower is waning a bit. If he doesn’t get the permission to bite, he might go mad. Augustine lets out a low whine that vibrates against Kaspar’s ear. He’s so damn hungry and horny right now. He just wanted a sip of blood before but now, he’s just begging to get railed or whatever Kaspar is willing to give him. Augustine shows no shame as he presses himself fully against Kaspar, chest to chest. He uses this moment to keep nibbling along his neck until the soldier finally caves into his desires.
The second Kaspar gives the okay, he sinks his long fangs into the side of his neck. It’s a slow burn at first, almost like a hot needle. The initial pain lingers for a time but eventually a strange numbing sensation takes effect. Vampires are known to dull the pain of their bite with their saliva. It’s a natural effect, one that allows them to drink from the same prey for minutes at a time. Augustine isn’t a messy drinker either. The second that delicious red nectar reaches his tongue, he vows not to spill a single drop. He drinks slowly as if sipping champagne with a barely audible purr. Yes, he purrs. If Kaspar listens carefully, he might be able to hear it.
Augustine wraps his arms fully around Kaspar as he drinks, trying to keep him there until he’s done. He snakes his hand back into those blond curls again before having his sharp nails dance along his spine. As Augustine continues to drink, Kaspar might become a bit lightheaded. Augustine plans on drinking just enough to satiate his hunger, nothing more. However, Kaspar might have to remind the dhampir with a little tug or two. Right now, Augustine is in a state of true euphoria.]
[ The attention to his neck raises the short hairs on the back of it, and Kaspar's moan is raw and far too loud as those fangs pierce his skin. His fingers curl appreciatively, gently pulsing against his scalp in time with the continual roll of his hips.
Pain shoots through him, alighting his spine and bowing it with tension, but there is pleasure there in the reclamation of a feeling. Cathartic, ripping it away and supplanting it with the wild sensation of the blood against minerals and teeth until he loses track. It is manageable enough that he keeps his neck stilled, besides swallowing. The rest of him squirms in slow motion, to some unheard rhythm of his own making.
The hand at Augustine's hip slides, backwards again to grope at him blindly, softly at first. If there is room, he will slip his hand beneath fabric to accomplish it bare, though over fabric is just as well. It escalates in gentle firmness either way, fingers wandering as he encourages the vampire to grind against him as he feeds.
Hard at the peaks of Kaspar's chest as Augustine's pushes against it, and just as hard as Augustine beneath his trousers, unequally confined. The pain only flushes him darker, leaves him panting by the end. None of it is difficult to miss now, pressed this close, trousers easily pressed flush against underwear as tight as his undershirt.
Kaspar is patient despite the twitching. He doesn't worry. Telling when he is getting low, a sense gained from a life of pushing the naturally higher regeneration to its limits. Augustine may enjoy a surprisingly large meal before Kaspar is pulling him off with only the force necessary. Tired would not be the word to describe the look on his face when he tries to urge him into a kiss by the hair. He wants to chase the taste of it.
Kaspar times this with a skilled shift of a leg and the leverage gained from a hand on Augustine's ass. With the fluid motion of someone used to martial combat, wrestling, fighting to the death in dark, confined tunnels, Kaspar flips them. Though he does so mindful of the wings, keeping Augustine held up by the strong hold he has on him.
If he gets that far, settling between his legs to grind down against him with a tighter grip of his hair-- ]
[Augustine strives to be as gentle as possible as he drinks from Kaspar. Those fangs of his might be sharp like daggers but he doesn’t desire to harm him any further. However, he notices that Kaspar seems quite at ease despite the situation. His pulse was a little erratic at first but it quickly calms to a soothing beat. It’s a little strange since most prey tend to fight against him but besides the occasional squirming, Kaspar seems remarkably calm.
He hums as he continues to drink, not at all paying attention that he’s being disrobed further. It seems Kaspar is getting a bit impatient with him and to be honest, the feeling is mutual. He lets out a low chuckle that vibrates against Kaspar’s throat once he feels that bare hand rest against his flesh. Vampires are said to be as cold as the dead but Augustine is quite warm, almost feverishly so. That’s only because he’s so aroused right now. He could feel Kaspar’s arousal through his slacks. They’re both hard as sin right now and Augustine honestly yearns for relief. That’s why when Kaspar starts yanking at his hair, he compiles.
The dhampir lets out another hum before eventually retracting his fangs from the supple flesh. He does so in one smooth motion leaving two noticeable red marks in his wake. The blood there is already congealing together to stop it from bleeding further. Most vampires would want to keep their prey alive as long as possible before bleeding them dry. That’s the same premise here. He tilts his head back and lets out a satisfied moan before letting Kaspar kiss him again. It’s a slow and languid kiss, one that certainly tastes faintly of blood now that the dhampir has had his fill. The faint metallic taste can be alarming for some but for some oddity, it seems Kaspar doesn’t mind. Augustine purrs into the kiss, far too distracted to notice that they’re positions are about to change.
There was no warning. One moment he is kissing Kaspar and the next he finds himself being manhandled by someone who clearly possesses martial prowess. He lets out a surprised yelp as he grips Kaspar’s arms. He stares at the blond for a long moment, his red gaze wide with alarm. It seems that the soldier really caught the dhampir by surprise.]
Oh? [A smirk settles on his kiss-bruised lips as he stares into those blue-gray eyes.] Of course.
[ Kaspar's hands relax in the long moment spent staring. He doesn't look away, brow furrowing slightly. But the tension dissipates with the reemergence of that smirk, the verbal approval that spreads the relief down his spine. It has his body relaxing as he slides down to kiss at his collar bone, his chest. Face red, expression peaceful and not contrite at all. His hands retreat to his pants as he mouths over his chest, hot and far too wet not to have salivated himself. From the taste of metal, the trace of his own blood that he'd licked from the vampire's mouth.
His eyes level to Augustine's, blue grey clearer than dazed, but hazy with a hunger of his own. With no sign of shame, he pulls back slowly.
There is a physical prowess to Kaspar's movements in charged moments like this. It is sweeter than a fight, indulgent. Since from this pain, come only victors. The reason for his strength, in part, becomes even more self evident after he leans back. His palms slide along with him, to pull Augustine's hips gently against him so he can look down where they align, heated; where Kaspar is leaking helplessly onto him.
And then he's peeling his undershirt off too. It's tight enough that as his well formed muscles are revealed, they flex with the smooth effort of pulling it over his head and off. He works for this build, fulfilling every promise it made in filling out a uniform. Broad shoulders flushing, hair now slightly tousled, Kaspar smiles warmly as his gaze wanders Augustine.
They're even now, laid bare. For the first time with someone on a bed of his own like this. Kaspar moves to settle warmly on top of him, skin to skin in a way that is openly affectionate. But there is an insistence too, a burning heat just beneath a cooler shell. It imbues sheer need into the simple exploration of his warm palms. They slide slowly up near a darker waist, down lovingly over hips and thighs. He only puts some of his weight against him, bent knees nudging to leverage beneath Augustine's thighs.
He leans in again, mouthing at his chest. Breathed hotly onto a nipple, the way he'd always imagined someone doing to him-- ]
... is there anything, I shouldn't do?
[ Well, maybe not that question. But he asks it simply, to avoid startling him in the future. Right before he flattens his tongue over the raised skin beneath him with eyelids falling halfway. ]
[Augustine can’t help but let out an appreciative whistle once he sees what lies under Kaspar’s shirt. The blond is almost all muscle, a perfect depiction of beauty and strength. It’s a humbling sight, one that he greatly appreciates judging from the hungry look within his else. Augustine looks like he might devour this man. His eyes are bright red like rubies, almost glowing in the full light. He licks his lips slowly as he stares at this handsome banquet before him. His gaze drifts from Kaspar’s broad chest all the way down his sleek abdomen before finally resting on his cock. It seems someone is feeling a bit eager. Kaspar is positively leaking already, his milky seed pooling at the tip for Augustine to behold.
A chuckle escapes the dhampir as he gazes back into Kaspar’s eyes. He can’t help but wonder if this man has any experience. While the question is on the tip of his tongue, Augustine chooses not to ask in fear of ruining the moment. Instead, he accommodates Kaspar’s eagerness by parting his thighs a bit wider so the other can lay against him. He lays there under Kaspar just marveling at the differences between them. His flesh is almost ghostly pale in comparison to his own. Augustine is admittedly more of a pale purple in comparison, that odd hue somewhere between thistle and violet. The differences between them is interesting, especially since Kaspar seems to be a bit more muscular rather than just wiry. Even so, Augustine can’t help but reach it and caress those strong muscles. He wants to touch every inch of Kaspar and leave faint little scratches on that milky flesh. While his hunger might be satiated, his lust isn’t.
As for the question, Augustine almost forgets to answer since Kaspar managed to wrench a moan from him once he starts sucking on his nipple. This confirms that Kaspar had his eye on him since he removed his shirt. Cheeky little pervert. Just the thought alone wins a chuckle from him but it also causes his cock to twitch. While he’s not quite as wet as Kaspar, he’s still suitably moist. A dribble of cum leaks down from the tip as it brushes against Kaspar’s abs.]
Well, if we’re doing this—stretch me first.
[He practically commands as he purposely ruts himself against Kaspar’s arousal after wrapping his legs around his waist. He can feel how hard he is from here but Augustine doubts he can handle the stretch with out a bit of a warm up. After all, he hasn’t done this in years.]
With your fingers, of course. That is unless you want me to do the honors.
[Augustine is flexible with his partners. He can handle whatever they dish out as long as they don’t try to his bones or rip out his hair. The dhampir doesn’t mind a good tug here or there. It feels good to him.]
But as a rule of thumb, asphyxiation isn’t a kink I wish to explore.
[ Kaspar's mouth gives Augustine the chance to feel the heavier quiet sounds that those legs, and the slide of a cock against his abs, press from him. Hot against wet skin, his breathing turns shaky. His eyes almost well up again at the new sensations. He blinks them away, eyes still half lidded when he pulls back enough to look down and drift over him again with open want.
His calm smile is far less innocent with such hungry, eager eyes and wet lips. He licks at them idly, settling back with his eyes still on the vampire beneath him. It is a rare thing, Augustine may learn in time, for Kaspar speak so firmly, threaded with such confident affection. And with eyes seeking Augustine's-- ]
I want to.
[ He's never done this. Not that he hasn't thought about it, touched himself, wanted it, contained it with increasing bitterness. Neither of them suffers for it It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, when they both want this and that ruby gaze is only encouraging him, and he finds he enjoys it. Quietly, he soaks in the attention. One on one like this, it is nicer than he'd ever imagined it to be. Warm, comforting, and they'd only just met.
Still clean from before, Kaspar takes two fingers into his mouth. Like the calm way he usually carries himself, there is an uncalculated, innate sense of himself with the fluid motion of twisting and swirling his wet tongue around his own fingers. Smoothly, blindly, his other hand reaches for them both at the same time, to stroke frustratingly slow. A looser grip, with special attention from his deft fingers paid to every inch of his length. It might become fairly obvious how much pleasure he takes in the art of this; touching, sensing, enjoying it as an act all its own. He knows where the soft and calloused parts of his hands are. And how to use them, eager to testing them against new skin for once. Part of a person that has his senses captured entirely, an even rarer thing. ]
[That smirk leaves Augustine with a tingling sensation in his allegedly cold dead heart. Kaspar is an attractive man, in more ways than one, but with that confident smirk he’s breathtaking. That level of confidence is rare these days. It’s enough to make Augustine’s heart skip a beat as he mirrors Kaspar’s excitement tenfold. While he barely knows anything about this soft-spoken man, Augustine feels himself innately drawn to him.
This is bad. Very bad.
He’s not supposed to get attached to anyone, not like this. If the other is as mortal as they claim, then their little rendezvous together will be brief. Vampires are immortal creatures who can live for all eternity. While Augustine is only a half-breed, his lifespan dwarfs that of your average mortal. However, what does it even matter? Hell, there’s no guarantee that the two of them will ever see each other again. So why even worry about it? Instead of giving into his logic, Augustine forsakes it in favor of pleasure. He urges Kaspar on with his titillating moans and groans, quick to spur him with sweet nothings on his tongue. Although, he can’t help but be metaphorically tickled pink once he sees just how much Kaspar is enjoying himself right now.
It seems someone has been fantasizing about this moment. Did Kaspar not have any suitable suitors back at home? Either that or whatever vague social norms that exist prevents Kaspar from indulging in his fantasies.
Whatever the case, Augustine feels obligated to give Kaspar a reason to fantasize about him later. He purposely grinds his cock against Kaspar’s, making sure to push against the underside of his erection just to add a bit of pressure. He’s so amused with how prettily Kaspar flushes. Those calloused fingers feel good against his cock but he feels the need to assist him. That’s why he leans down and wraps his slender fingers around Kaspar’s hand. He brushes his thumb across Kaspar’s length just idly following the thin veins that lie beneath the skin. The heat between them is sweltering.]
[ The sensation of a hard cock sliding, grinding, along the underside of his own is more than he'd imagined in every way. Hotter, pouring so much heat into the pit of his stomach that it spills over into his veins and spreads warmth. Kaspar almost does cry when Augustine's hand finds his. The brush of his thumb has him gasping silently before biting down on his fingers idly, enough to break skin and cause his cock to twitch in their joined hands.
His affection, lust, for the vampire beneath him would not shit even if he weren't ignorant of the other's lifespan. None of that matters now, when they've found this moment together across worlds and against many odds. This may be the only time, or only the first, but it hardly matters. Kaspar intends to enjoy the moment fully, soak in the physicality, the warmth.
He doesnt cry. His digits are soaked now, red indents left by his teeth when he pulls them from his mouth. Finding their destination blindly, palm flat, he's barely able to slip between their bodies and spread slickness between his legs wherever he strokes along the way. It's indulgent, the circling pressure, enjoying the more intimate skin here too before toying with breaching him long before he finally does with the confident yet gentle thrust of a finger. His breath hitches, flush spreading as he watches Augustine's reactions to it. He keeps his eyes on the other with the next thrust of his finger, callouses softened by spit and the beads of blood from his bite. ]
[Kaspar’s destination lies between two well-toned thighs. Augustine can’t help but lick his lips as Kaspar starts stretching him. That intimate little nudge makes him tense. It’s been a couple of years since he allowed someone to spread him open like this. It stings a little but not enough to make him push Kaspar away. Instead, the dhampir licks his lips in anticipation as Kaspar plunges deeper into him. He could feel his knuckles brushing against the rim with every thrust. It’s a delicious hurt, one that quickly changes into pure pleasure once the blond gains a bit more confidence. It’s at this moment that Augustine dares to encourage him further. He sits up slightly from the bed and quickly grab ahold of Kaspar’s cock. His cock so wet that he’s practically dribbling onto the sheets. This amuses Augustine to no end but his arousal is just about the same.
It’s been awhile since he’s indulged in such sensual depravity. Fucking a young handsome manlike this is nothing short of a wet dream. He used to enjoy seducing foolish handsome men like this. It was a laden talent of Augustine’s that he long put to rest once hard times befelled his family. Now, he no longer has to limit his perverse thoughts to just fiction alone. He pumps Kaspar’s cock a nice and steady pace, trying his best to mirror every stroke of his fingers. He’s panting now, his face a dark purple with a slightly rosy tint.]
That feels good…[He whispers in a breathy sigh.] But you’re not going to last too long at this rate.
[ Kaspar lets him, freed hand reaching for one of those well-toned thighs. He doesn't need the leverage. But it grounds him, keeps him walking the line. This is not something he knows the name of, or that it has a name at all; holding himself on the edge for so long, forcing his natural calm to stutter. His body still knows, intimately, the deliciously frustrating feel of it by his own hands, back curved off his bed or the walls of a bathroom. His body hums with new energy too, sensitized and alive.
The fingers buried deep inside Augustine reflexively curl when his cock is grabbed, surprising a low and shaky sound out of him. His head tilts, sighing in sweet and subtle relief as Kaspar indulges in a few thrusts into Augustine's hand. His fingers still as deep as he can keep them, rubbing, separating, twisting and eventually withdrawing. Kaspar can't take his eyes off of Augustine's gasping form.
That comment gifts his first lover's ears an honest laugh, clear and bright, but lowered and almost made decadent by the headiness in the air. A genuine sound that Augustine will never hear outside the privacy of the two of them. If Augustine allows their lips to meet once again, Kaspar breathes the last of it between them before deepening the kiss just so, as he reaches to coax Augustine's hand away from stroking him. At the same time, his fingers retreat. He can take a hint.
With a slow lick aimed to a fang, the affection in Kaspar's eyes almost weighs more than the hunger. Sliding both hands, enjoying the slickness that spreads and drips down from one intended path over those thighs. Without hesitation, they move to lift his vampire off the bed to hover over his lap with a loving hold on his ass; spreading him slightly to allow the head of Kaspar's cock to tease the equally as wet ring of muscle.
Kaspar pauses with one last look into Augustine's eyes, kissing at whatever he can reach now of his lovely chin or jaw, if he's gotten this far. It isn't just about seeing if Augustine is ready. He catches his own breath too, looking openly as debauched as he feels already. But he also wants to see his expression, to see how bad the vampire wants him inside. There's finally a faint sweat, hands squeezing gently with the effort not to just drop him. ]
[A needy groan escapes Augustine as he returns Kaspar’s sweet kisses. His mind goes blank with every kiss now that lust has overwhelmed him. It’s a startling sensation, one that makes him feel so sensitive to every gentle caress. He gazes into Kaspar’s eyes with such mirth, clearly excited for what comes next. There’s not a hint of regret or hesitation in his gaze. He gives Kaspar a shockingly loving smile as he presses their lips together. His shockingly red eyes glimmer like rubies in the dim light, almost glowing now in glee. His cheeks are tinged with a reddish purple hue. Unlike humans, his cheeks don’t turn red but violet instead. He’s rather purple, after all.
Augustine lets out a surprised gasp once they shift positions again. He quickly wraps his arms around Kaspar’s strong shoulders to keep himself balanced. His colorful red leathery wings follow suit as he wraps them around them both like a warm blanket. Augustine is careful not to dig his talons into Kaspar’s back but his nails are already biting into his supple flesh. A low growl escapes Augustine as he stares down at Kaspar with such need.]
What are you doing, you little pervert?
[ He teases while purposely trying to spear himself on Kaspar’s awaiting cock. Unfortunately, the blond has an ironlike grip on him. This frustrates him to no end judging from the disappointed huff that escapes him.]
Come on already!
[He snaps his teeth at Kaspar, literally threatening to bite him if he doesn’t get what he wants. However, Kaspar probably would like that.]
[ Kaspar indulges, affection for the other man and need to lick and share in the mirth; the connection between them in this moment. When the light is blocked, Kaspar's own eyes glow, white tinged blue but no match for the glimmering red that draws his half lidded gaze.
The wings are a comfort despite it already being just the two of them. Protected enough that his limbs relax, and he breathes an appreciative sound at the threat of talons. Pain, a familiar sensation that he has a high enough tolerance for that he presses back against them purposefully as he moves. The warmth of blood, the puncturing of his skin a release valve that flutters his eyelids. Like gasoline on the fire his tongue and fingers blaze across cooler flesh until he kisses lovingly at violet cheeks as Augustine responds to him.
Predictably, he is silent and smiles against his face before playfully, softly, biting at flushed skin. There is no trace of fear when he chases those snapping teeth to kiss at their bearing and lick at them. Gently, he nips at the other man's lips.
Just before Augustine begins the word already, Kaspar loosens his grip. With a speed dictated by the level of tight resistance, he all but drops him mercilessly down onto his waiting cock, thick head already slotted in place before the rest follows in one fluid motion. At the same time, one hand slides to the other man's long hair to tangle and tighten for leverage. And because Augustine had seemed to enjoy it so before. Kaspar's calm gaze, lit aflame, refuses to close even when welling up at the new sensation. It leaves him breathless and beautifully shattered for a long moment of shuddering, flushed stillness and soft, choked moans. ]
[A sultry whine ebbs from Augustine’s lips once he’s finally rewarded for his patience. He closes his eyes as he tilts his head back, his mind completely blank now that he’s been thoroughly speared upon Kaspar’s cock. He almost forgets to breathe as the blond plunders his mouth. As Kaspar’s tongue licks across his fangs, he can feel the talons upon his webbed wings claw into Kaspar’s back. He lets out a low guttural groan as he tries to position himself on Kaspar’s lap. It’s been awhile since he last shared a bed with anyone nevertheless had a throbbing cock up his ass. He tries in vain to regain his calm as Kaspar gazes at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Augustine stares back into those ethereal blue eyes with such want before suddenly claiming Kaspar’s lips once more. He sucks upon the blonde’s tongue like a lollipop, tasting him with a quiet hum.
He rakes his nails over Kaspar’s shoulders, trying to coax him to move. The dhampir pushes up from Kaspar’s erection, slowly setting the pace while being careful not to move too much. He doesn’t want to lose the delicious friction between. A quiet groan leaves his lips as he starts bouncing on Kaspar’s lap. Their skin slapped together in rhythm to Augustine’s panting. The pleasure builds and builds but it’s not enough. The dhampir tries to get Kaspar to move with little avail. It’s as if the stoic soldier is determined to drive him mad with his stillness, and it’s working.
Augustine hisses against Kaspar’s lips, a warning that his patience is wearing thin. He purposely brushes his sharp fangs against Kaspar’s bottom lip, undoubtedly drawing blood. While lapping at the blood, he continues to set the pace. He moves his hands off the blonde’s shoulder in favor of caressing his muscular chest. His fingers gingerly tweaking those perky pink nipples as they kiss.]
[ Kaspar returns that hum with a quieter one of his own, tongue captured and oversensitized enough that his cock twitches inside the other man. He doesn't seek to stop Augustine from setting a frustrating pace. He encourages it hungrily in his supportive hold in the place of his own stilled hips. There is something intoxicating about seeing the want for this, for him, in every groan and bounce on his lap.
Drawing blood has him gasping, grip stuttering. Both hands tighten, one tangled in hair and the other lovingly over the curve of his ass. He can taste it, the metallic tinge of blood that he shamelessly allows to smear whatever the vampire's tongue misses in the sloppy sensuality of the moment. Without warning he uses his leverage and the other's rhythm against him as he snaps his hips suddenly.
There is no lasting much longer for Kaspar once he shows how well his strength and physicality translates into the ability to fuck properly. Soft sounds, broken in time to his movements, tumble between them. His hips rough in the headiness of the moment but soft in the way his body was clearly paying attention to what angle, what thrust produces as much pleasure as he can. His body is also too flushed, too raw, and so in need of the physical affection, the release, and he aches for the pain of nails down his back, the ghost of throbbing over his neck. ]
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2022-12-06 00:39 (UTC)A sigh of distaste escapes Augustine as he glances at the sleeves. He doesn't recall what happened prior to render him unconscious but waking up within a pool of blood was alarming enough.]
You're far too kind, Kaspar.
[While he still feels a little perturbed by Kaspar's kindness, he would be a fool not to accept. Maybe he'll feel better once he's a bit more cleaned up. Wandering around drenched in blood is enough to make anyone feel so unkempt.]
Don't invite half the town into your humble abode.
[Augustine warns before heading right towards the bathroom. He turns on the faucet with little fuss. It takes a little bit for the water to warm but once it's hot, Augustine tries in vain to wash the blood out. He might have to purchase another shirt in the future. It seems his stay here is going to be semi-permanent.]
Tell me--[He calls Kaspar from the washroom.] Do you remember anything prior to arriving here?
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2022-12-07 00:36 (UTC)[ Kaspar hums from the sink, tone still cheerful in that subdued way of his. And said as if talking to him first was akin to asking for help. Silently, Kaspar also thanks him for identifying that fruit tree. He hadn't intended to invite anyone back here before that moment. Not that he will ever feel like inviting half the town over, but he enjoys having the freedom to invite over anyone he likes.
He leaves the coat to soak in the filled sink, drying his hands on the towel scrap on the way by. His own heavy, warm coat gets tossed over the back of a chair and his shoes thud as he kicks them off.
Augustine can probably hear him fall back onto his bed by the sound of his voice alone. He isn't used to projecting his voice either, but he tries not to trail off. ]
I do, I think. [ A pause ] ... You don't?
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2022-12-07 17:11 (UTC)[Augustine lets out a chuckle as he turns off the water. He gave up trying to clean the cuffs of his shirt in favor of just soaking it in the soapy water. The dhampir doesn't like the idea of wandering around the apartment topless but he found a few more specks of blood while looking at the mirror. This is rather an unfortunate way to begin this long bizarre adventure. He just hopes his benevolent host won't mind.]
My memory is a little jumbled at best but I remember visiting my mother's estate for dinner.
[When the dhampir finally emerges from the washroom, he's topless. Utterly topless. He gives Kaspar a sheepish smile as he strolls into the room, doing his best to ignore the stares. As one could suspect, Augustine is quite lean, almost like a dancer. His shoulders are broad but not bulky. They're oddly slender much like the rest of him. It's obvious that Augustine isn't a soldier of any sort but he's not without hints of muscular definition along his arms, chest, and abdomen. He has a trim waist, one that is a little long with a hint of a curve. Augustine isn't as straight and narrow as he seems with that tailor made coat on. An interesting fact that Augustine would dismiss if asked.
It seems that his bizarre purple complexion isn't a fluke. He's completely completely purple from his head downwards without a single blemish or mark, except an ornate red tattoo on his back. However, Augustine purposely keeps his back from view as he leans against a nearby wall. It's obvious he's a bit uncomfortable right now since he wrapped those bat-like wings around himself. However, he doesn't seem too perturbed by Kaspar's gaze.]
I can still remember the taste of the wine we shared.
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2022-12-08 08:04 (UTC)It's as much curiosity as appreciation that calls his casual gaze. There are never any promises of the future, so he tries to take in as much he can see from his now rooted spot on the bed, without making the other uncomfortable. His own service jacket is still on, open and only serving to frame the well formed chest contained by his tighter undershirt. He's listening intently, especially when his eyes meander back to Augustine's face, watching lips form words.
His brow furrows as he lifts himself up, only to lean his weight back on his arms. It leaves his long legs dangling from the edge and highlights the taper from broader shoulders to hips; the ease with which he can support himself. His belted trousers end in fabric wrapped around his calves. A soldier, in training and ability to fill out a uniform, if not readily apparent in temperament. ]
What of, the blood?
[ Kaspar leans to the side as he asks, to free the edge of a blanket. He holds it up with a nod, in a wordless offer. It is chilly, warmer in here than outside, and the appreciative look has become tinged with concern for the other man's wellbeing. ]
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2022-12-09 02:33 (UTC)In his world, humans are nothing more than cattle meant to be slaughtered and drained by their betters. While he doesn’t share in such twisted views, Augustine does see himself as a vampire first and human second. Although, he doesn’t quite know what to make of Kaspar here. The blond seems too calm and complacent around his presence, obviously more intrigued than anything else. It’s a little odd, especially since most humans would turn away at the fight of him. Many of them did during that meeting earlier except for a notable few.
Even so, Augustine can’t help but stare in surprise when Kaspar offers him the blanket. Why is this man being so friendly towards him? It's honestly baffling.]
It’s not mine. [He quickly pushed off from the wall to lean forward for the blanket.] It smells like human blood.
[Every inch of Augustine’s flesh is purple, even down to his nipples but Kaspar won’t get a good look at those. The second he grabs the blanket, Augustine wraps it around himself like a mock cloak. He feels a bit better now, especially since it’s a bit nippy in here.]
Someone died here just before we arrived. I didn’t catch their name but—
[He doesn’t dare finish the statement but he has a sneaky suspicion that he knows who’s blood that is.]
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2022-12-11 22:28 (UTC)You can sit, if you like.
[ Kaspar offers without indicating whether he means chair or bed, though each offers enough distance not to touch. Especially when he shifts over a fraction after grabbing his own blanket to toss over his shoulders. He turns partway, knee bending so he can scoot back to lean against the wall opposite Augustine. At least the bed is large. The blanket collection is the current practical solution to the lack of heating. Or his lack of understanding it, it's hard to say which.
Once comfortable, curled up in a blanket that reaches down to his waist, he glances over at the sink before back to Augustine. He lets his head come to rest gently against the wall behind him too. He pose is natural, laid back, and topped with a reassuring smile, free of fear. Kaspar doesn't trail off in his once again genuine curiosity-- ]
... what does, non-human blood smell like?
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2022-12-19 21:15 (UTC)Maybe he’s just overthinking things. Of course, he’s overthinking everything. If there’s one thing Augustine does correctly, it’s overthink.
He gives Kaspar a hesitant nod before finding someplace to sit. At first, he opted to sit down on the chair across from the man but he isn’t too thrilled about the idea of having an old wooden chair prodding into his back. After all, he’s been disrobed halfway with only a blanket to cover him. Therefore, he sits precariously on the edge of the bed with his long batlike wings folded against him under the blanket. This is an awkward situation but thankfully Kaspar has a gift for gab.]
Acidic.
[The dhampir answers tersely with a bit of a frown]
Almost like sulfur depending on the beast. Most demons have very acidic blood, especially those who seem more demonic than your average gremlin. Their blood is almost likened to ichor, the golden-hued blood of the gods.
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2022-12-20 07:34 (UTC)He doesn't remember it or the why, in this place, but his own blood is tainted by the beasts of gods. They were no demons, just the ever mutable creations of worldmakers, raw chaos and life from a goddess.
Kaspar, again, is too casual in his discussion of it for most humans-- ]
... and human blood?
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2022-12-21 03:50 (UTC)[He announces after a moment of thought. A dhampir like him has to drink blood to survive but he tends to ward off the need for that sweet ambrosia using other means. Even so, his fangs still ache for blood.]
It’s addictive, almost like wine but not as sweet. Fresh blood tend to have a slight metallic scent to it that differs greatly from beasts.
[He gives Kaspar a slight smirk as he glances at him again. No many times he tries to study the blond’s face, he can’t seem to keep his gaze focus. It keeps traveling south towards where the gentle curve of his neck lies halfway hidden. Maybe he’s hungry. It would be rather easy for him to sink his fangs into this man but he chooses against it.
Why? Augustine doesn’t know why. He just know he’s not willing to attack anyone like some common beast. After all, he’s not a monster even if others might view him as such.]
Although, not all human blood tastes good. Some is…rancid and stale.
Cw blood ig, just general blood warning for all of this probably
2022-12-21 04:53 (UTC)The way the other looks at his neck that has him lean forward and relax his weight onto his arms. His service jacket is open, his undershirt tighter, and his neck almost bared beneath the jacket's loose but high collar in this new position. Subtly, curiously, Kaspar tilts his head, just so, as he watches him with that same genuine but calm smile. He doesn't know the lore, just that Augustine is looking there and he's used to being the strongest in a room. And that lends him a quiet confidence. ]
No?
[ Kaspar seems to accept all of this easily. It might not be surprising coming from someone that can actively feel his own blood. He shifts, holding open his bullet box and retrieving a single one in between two fingers. It's crafted with his blood, with no care for the sensitivity of vampires. They do not exit in Groscia. Black metal, inside the bullet is the highest concentration of blood and
tied to Kaspar, his soul, and his light, just as his other weapons are.
Kaspar holds it out for him as he leans over. Of course, this also means shifting closer. ]
Then... What does this, smell of?
cw: all this blood talk & possible innuendos
2022-12-21 16:11 (UTC)[While it’s bad manners to answer a question with a question, Augustine simply can’t help but ask. The smirk upon his lips grows into a full-fledged grin as this wispy blond leans closer to him. Just what’s happening here? Why would such delightful prey present themselves to a hunter like him? It’s almost as if Kaspar is trying to bait him into doing something he might regret. That’s dangerous to do to a vampire. Even a half-breed like him could easily lose themselves to their wanton desires. His hunger for blood is equal to that of his full-fledged brethren but Augustine does his best to remain unbothered.
That is until Kaspar presents him with that strange little oddity in the form of a bullet.]
Blood?
[He mutters while staring at the bullet. This is…interesting, to say the least. Why would anyone craft bullets using their own blood? It feels a bit taboo and this coming from someone who’s proficient in hemomancy. He stares at the bullet for a moment or two, not at all realizing that he’s inching a bit closer towards the bioluminescent man.]
It smells sweet. [He mutters quietly while trying to get a better look at the bullet.] Sweet like human blood but–
[He tears his glance from the bullet and locks his gaze with Kaspar.]
You’re no beast but you’re not entirely human either.
[The distance between them is shrinking rapidly and Augustine doesn’t seem to care. He could almost feel the tension between them rising now. It’s a bit worrisome but most likely thrilling. Just what is this no-so-little firefly trying to do? He’s curious. Terribly curious.]
I won’t be able to tell unless you give me…a taste.
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2022-12-21 18:12 (UTC)Human.
[ Kaspar corrects, gently and confidently. He keeps his eyes on Augustine, but it's the type of tracking that already has a fluidity to it, interest without wariness. He doesn't hide his wandering, from eyes to purple cheeks. As if Kaspar were the one with fangs beneath that genuinely calm smile. The tension is heavy, every inhale full with it. Pleasant smoke at a bar for two.
Whiplash from having no control over his days or life and the sudden, exhilarating freedom, bubbles up long repressed actions. How many back home had he denied, for their sake or for his? Kaspar had been starting to wonder selfishly at the cracks of his own imagined wantings and cravings even before now. Never put to practical use as love is not a thing he remembers. Now it is only an ill defined ache.
Kaspar closes his fist over the small piece of metal as he moves to slide a knuckle under the vampire's chin. It's an unhurried and natural motion, as if he finds Augustine a person to be appreciated and tasted in turn, instead of feared. ]
... I may. [ Give him a taste.
Kaspar sounds too innocent for the way his gaze drops to Augustine's lips, or the way his eyelids fall ever so slightly. He daydreams about it suddenly-- how easy it would be to lean in on impulse and steal his taste first; warm lips, only slightly abused by the cold, pressed to Augustine's. But he doesn't. He restores their eye contact, a cloudy and affectionate grey.
His touch retreats, only to keep his eyes locked on Augustine as he slips off his service jacket, tossing it blindly behind him. Neck bared, left only in his tight sleeveless undershirt and trousers, Kaspar all but dares him as he reaches to tug on Augustine's blanket with both hands. ]
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2022-12-22 01:38 (UTC)[Augustine can’t help but arch his brow a little as he regards Kaspar in a different, metaphorical, light.]
That’s odd. Your blood smells different.
[He tilts his head to the side in curiosity, accidentally causing some of those dainty red strands to fall into his eyes.
Kaspar is such an oddity. He’s one of the few humans who doesn’t fear him. That alone is rather odd along with the fact that his blood smells so different. It’s a little perplexing to be honest. The longer he stares at Kaspar, the more he wants to know about this mysterious man. This is a little unusual. Augustine isn’t the type to show such interest in others. It’s a little alarming but also quite exhilarating.
He can feel Kaspar’s gaze upon him and it doesn’t bother him. If anything, it makes Augustine smirk a bit more, especially once Kaspar gets a good look at him. The unspoken tension that lies between them isn’t just one of hunter and prey, but something more carnal. Augustine can sense a growing desire pooling between them, one that threatens to cloud his judgment the longer he looks into Kaspar’s eyes.
There’s something there between them. Augustine isn’t aware of what that is but he’s willing to explore it. After all, Kaspar is offering himself to him. A little taste is all he wants, nothing more and nothing less. That is unless the blond coaxes for more.]
You’re playing with fire–[He whispers as his fangs really start to ache at the sight of the creamy flesh. He’s hungry, very hungry.] Vampires are very greedy creatures, you know.
Once I bite you, I just might keep drinking.
[Unfortunately, his warning falls on deaf ears. The moment Kaspar tugs that blanket off him, Augustine pounces. He pounces on top of Kaspar like a wildling, his fangs bared and his eyes almost glowing with lust. He tries to pin the man beneath him, eager to take control of his prize. However, he doesn’t. No, instead he presses his slightly cold lips against Kaspar’s before purposely pressing his fangs against his tender lips.
He wants to bite him. He wants to bite him so badly.
However, he purposely stops himself in favor of just savoring the kiss. Augustine has a lot of willpower but even he isn’t infallible. He kisses Kaspar nice and slow as if they have all the time in the world. Kaspar tastes so delicious and he hasn't even tasted his blood yet. He curls his fingers into those wispy blond locks as he kisses him, moaning softly as he presses himself fully against Kaspar’s body.]
cw: it is now more than innuendo.
2022-12-22 14:36 (UTC)But he doesn't ask. Kaspar doesn't have the capacity, with their proximity and the way Augustine is looking at him. It's the first time he's wanted, felt wanted as more than a pawn, a stepping stone to glory. He can almost already taste the iron in his mouth, fangs sinking easily into willing skin. Blood, only slightly darker than Augustine might be used to, that Kaspar wonders how long he'll feel it down the long column of Augustine's neck. Greedy, doesn't sound so bad.
Instict over anticipation, Kaspar surges to meet the wilding force for force, heat for heat. He inhales, ragged, at the press of fangs. Fingers slide into red hues, pressing their curiosity up his nape and burying tenderly. They curl into a hold that feels deceptively loose. With eyelids fluttering, Kaspar mouths at the fangs, welcoming them with the hot press of his flat tongue, shameless in his indulgent exploration; from near the tip, slowly and appreciatively up their lengths. The little, slightly needy, sound this elicits from Kaspar is low and rumbling, easy to miss over the contented sigh that follows it.
His eyes, half lidded, remain on Augustine. There's a new intensity there in the stillness, more blue than grey beneath thick eyelashes so light against his pale skin that it is a fact easily missed. He gives Augustine the room to kiss him slowly, his own tongue turning gentler off his fangs.
His free arm drops so he can palm along dark curves, grazing the rougher calluses and soothing with the softer skin on his hands. He's touched himself far too often not to know just how it feels, instinctively, sensually, to alternate down his lower back.
Kaspar follows Augustine into languid enjoyment. At least until his grip tightens in the vampire's long hair, hinting at strength beyond the normal human Kaspar considers himself to be. He is pushing back, firmly with a gentleness all Kaspar's own. Because the feeling is there, black smoke rising from the fire in the pit of his stomach, Kaspar means to discover whether Augustine prefers his mouth devoured, worshipped, or utterly undone. ]
Oh mai~
2022-12-23 03:01 (UTC)The dhampir can’t help but whimper once he feels Kaspar’s fingers tighten around his hair. It’s a quiet shudder with a slight whine that dies against Kaspar’s lips. He watches the blond with heavy-lidded eyes as Kaspar attempts to devour him like a starving wolf. It’s oddly titillating to be met with such unyielding force. While he previously thought he possessed the upper hand here, Kaspar seems to have everything under control.
This vexes him a little. Isn’t he supposed to be the hunter here?
He breaks away from Kaspar’s lips in favor of nibbling on his ear. The dhampir gently nibbles on the sensitive flesh, lightly scraping his fangs against the lobe of his ear. He eventually stops nibbling on his ear in favor of sliding his moist tongue down the side of his neck. It’s a bold move since Kaspar has him by the hair but Augustine is feeling rather bold. Meanwhile, he purposely rakes his nails down Kaspar’s back lightly pulling at the fabric of his undershirt. Those nails are sharp much like his fangs but Augustine is gentle. He’s far too gentle to be some feckless beast. It’s clear he doesn’t want to just ravish the poor man. No, he wants Kaspar to enjoy this too.]
May I bite you?
[Augustine asks sweetly in the form of a breathless murmur against their neck. He plants a few kisses there before purposely scraping his fangs lightly over the tender flesh. A thin jagged red line forms but no blood yet.]
May I?
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2022-12-23 23:32 (UTC)Wherever Augustine's tongue touches along his neck, a flush follows. The wet, the chill, a full body shiver, have his back arching even before the graze of Augustine's nails hasten the ascent of his hips rolling smoothly to greet him. He hums another low sound to accompany the simultaneously bold descent of his hand; from lower back to hip. Kaspar's grip, again, is firm, though the soothing motion of a rough but gentle thumb follows the curve of a hip bone in the search for sensitive skin there too.
The humming sound goes softer, grip in the other man's hair flexing its hold and rubbing at his scalp. Kaspar is quite a sight with his flush, his hands, and the sheer heat in his eyes. But if Augustine gets impatient, his grip will tighten; testing, quietly and subtly playful. A swift escalation to match. The tilt of his head, the available expanse of skin, say to trust in him and his eventual and mutual acquiescence.
He'll even allow the piercing of his skin only just so, pricking blood and catching his breath. Can Augustine feel it? What the sensation already does to him too. The white fabric catches as he breathes. He's going to poke through his undershirt at this rate. Kaspar shifts his leg to slot a thigh between Augustine's, paired with a helpful tug of his hip.
This should be taboo as well; letting anyone consume his precious blood, especially a man he'd just met to do it. Yet, it doesn't feel strange at all beyond the thrill. His bones say this is right, as does the rush of blood just beneath Augustine's fangs. And the heat between his legs. Kaspar can't help but keep moving his hips, in his own naturally languid way.
But Augustine won't have to wait for too long, since he'd asked so politely and they're both so obviously hungry for it. He wants to experience every second with his whole body and soul. Breathtaking is not just a jump, but stopping just before the precipice and facing the depths with your own eyes before making the leap of faith. Back then, trusting in tethers and engineering and insti-- ]
You may.
[ Kaspar's voice dips lower with certainty and lust, just as his grip loosens, giving the vampire leeway to do as he likes. Though the hovering threat of digging fingers remains. The air is hot, so hot he can't believe he ever thought it was chilly. ]
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2022-12-24 05:18 (UTC)He scrapes his fangs over the thin little cut again, hinting to Kaspar that he’s hungry. His willpower is waning a bit. If he doesn’t get the permission to bite, he might go mad. Augustine lets out a low whine that vibrates against Kaspar’s ear. He’s so damn hungry and horny right now. He just wanted a sip of blood before but now, he’s just begging to get railed or whatever Kaspar is willing to give him. Augustine shows no shame as he presses himself fully against Kaspar, chest to chest. He uses this moment to keep nibbling along his neck until the soldier finally caves into his desires.
The second Kaspar gives the okay, he sinks his long fangs into the side of his neck. It’s a slow burn at first, almost like a hot needle. The initial pain lingers for a time but eventually a strange numbing sensation takes effect. Vampires are known to dull the pain of their bite with their saliva. It’s a natural effect, one that allows them to drink from the same prey for minutes at a time. Augustine isn’t a messy drinker either. The second that delicious red nectar reaches his tongue, he vows not to spill a single drop. He drinks slowly as if sipping champagne with a barely audible purr. Yes, he purrs. If Kaspar listens carefully, he might be able to hear it.
Augustine wraps his arms fully around Kaspar as he drinks, trying to keep him there until he’s done. He snakes his hand back into those blond curls again before having his sharp nails dance along his spine. As Augustine continues to drink, Kaspar might become a bit lightheaded. Augustine plans on drinking just enough to satiate his hunger, nothing more. However, Kaspar might have to remind the dhampir with a little tug or two. Right now, Augustine is in a state of true euphoria.]
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2022-12-25 11:37 (UTC)Pain shoots through him, alighting his spine and bowing it with tension, but there is pleasure there in the reclamation of a feeling. Cathartic, ripping it away and supplanting it with the wild sensation of the blood against minerals and teeth until he loses track. It is manageable enough that he keeps his neck stilled, besides swallowing. The rest of him squirms in slow motion, to some unheard rhythm of his own making.
The hand at Augustine's hip slides, backwards again to grope at him blindly, softly at first. If there is room, he will slip his hand beneath fabric to accomplish it bare, though over fabric is just as well. It escalates in gentle firmness either way, fingers wandering as he encourages the vampire to grind against him as he feeds.
Hard at the peaks of Kaspar's chest as Augustine's pushes against it, and just as hard as Augustine beneath his trousers, unequally confined. The pain only flushes him darker, leaves him panting by the end. None of it is difficult to miss now, pressed this close, trousers easily pressed flush against underwear as tight as his undershirt.
Kaspar is patient despite the twitching. He doesn't worry. Telling when he is getting low, a sense gained from a life of pushing the naturally higher regeneration to its limits. Augustine may enjoy a surprisingly large meal before Kaspar is pulling him off with only the force necessary. Tired would not be the word to describe the look on his face when he tries to urge him into a kiss by the hair. He wants to chase the taste of it.
Kaspar times this with a skilled shift of a leg and the leverage gained from a hand on Augustine's ass. With the fluid motion of someone used to martial combat, wrestling, fighting to the death in dark, confined tunnels, Kaspar flips them. Though he does so mindful of the wings, keeping Augustine held up by the strong hold he has on him.
If he gets that far, settling between his legs to grind down against him with a tighter grip of his hair-- ]
May I?
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2022-12-25 17:04 (UTC)He hums as he continues to drink, not at all paying attention that he’s being disrobed further. It seems Kaspar is getting a bit impatient with him and to be honest, the feeling is mutual. He lets out a low chuckle that vibrates against Kaspar’s throat once he feels that bare hand rest against his flesh. Vampires are said to be as cold as the dead but Augustine is quite warm, almost feverishly so. That’s only because he’s so aroused right now. He could feel Kaspar’s arousal through his slacks. They’re both hard as sin right now and Augustine honestly yearns for relief. That’s why when Kaspar starts yanking at his hair, he compiles.
The dhampir lets out another hum before eventually retracting his fangs from the supple flesh. He does so in one smooth motion leaving two noticeable red marks in his wake. The blood there is already congealing together to stop it from bleeding further. Most vampires would want to keep their prey alive as long as possible before bleeding them dry. That’s the same premise here. He tilts his head back and lets out a satisfied moan before letting Kaspar kiss him again. It’s a slow and languid kiss, one that certainly tastes faintly of blood now that the dhampir has had his fill. The faint metallic taste can be alarming for some but for some oddity, it seems Kaspar doesn’t mind. Augustine purrs into the kiss, far too distracted to notice that they’re positions are about to change.
There was no warning. One moment he is kissing Kaspar and the next he finds himself being manhandled by someone who clearly possesses martial prowess. He lets out a surprised yelp as he grips Kaspar’s arms. He stares at the blond for a long moment, his red gaze wide with alarm. It seems that the soldier really caught the dhampir by surprise.]
Oh? [A smirk settles on his kiss-bruised lips as he stares into those blue-gray eyes.] Of course.
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2022-12-26 10:21 (UTC)His eyes level to Augustine's, blue grey clearer than dazed, but hazy with a hunger of his own. With no sign of shame, he pulls back slowly.
There is a physical prowess to Kaspar's movements in charged moments like this. It is sweeter than a fight, indulgent. Since from this pain, come only victors. The reason for his strength, in part, becomes even more self evident after he leans back. His palms slide along with him, to pull Augustine's hips gently against him so he can look down where they align, heated; where Kaspar is leaking helplessly onto him.
And then he's peeling his undershirt off too. It's tight enough that as his well formed muscles are revealed, they flex with the smooth effort of pulling it over his head and off. He works for this build, fulfilling every promise it made in filling out a uniform. Broad shoulders flushing, hair now slightly tousled, Kaspar smiles warmly as his gaze wanders Augustine.
They're even now, laid bare. For the first time with someone on a bed of his own like this. Kaspar moves to settle warmly on top of him, skin to skin in a way that is openly affectionate. But there is an insistence too, a burning heat just beneath a cooler shell.
It imbues sheer need into the simple exploration of his warm palms. They slide slowly up near a darker waist, down lovingly over hips and thighs. He only puts some of his weight against him, bent knees nudging to leverage beneath Augustine's thighs.
He leans in again, mouthing at his chest. Breathed hotly onto a nipple, the way he'd always imagined someone doing to him-- ]
... is there anything, I shouldn't do?
[ Well, maybe not that question. But he asks it simply, to avoid startling him in the future. Right before he flattens his tongue over the raised skin beneath him with eyelids falling halfway. ]
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2022-12-27 05:29 (UTC)A chuckle escapes the dhampir as he gazes back into Kaspar’s eyes. He can’t help but wonder if this man has any experience. While the question is on the tip of his tongue, Augustine chooses not to ask in fear of ruining the moment. Instead, he accommodates Kaspar’s eagerness by parting his thighs a bit wider so the other can lay against him. He lays there under Kaspar just marveling at the differences between them. His flesh is almost ghostly pale in comparison to his own. Augustine is admittedly more of a pale purple in comparison, that odd hue somewhere between thistle and violet. The differences between them is interesting, especially since Kaspar seems to be a bit more muscular rather than just wiry. Even so, Augustine can’t help but reach it and caress those strong muscles. He wants to touch every inch of Kaspar and leave faint little scratches on that milky flesh. While his hunger might be satiated, his lust isn’t.
As for the question, Augustine almost forgets to answer since Kaspar managed to wrench a moan from him once he starts sucking on his nipple. This confirms that Kaspar had his eye on him since he removed his shirt. Cheeky little pervert. Just the thought alone wins a chuckle from him but it also causes his cock to twitch. While he’s not quite as wet as Kaspar, he’s still suitably moist. A dribble of cum leaks down from the tip as it brushes against Kaspar’s abs.]
Well, if we’re doing this—stretch me first.
[He practically commands as he purposely ruts himself against Kaspar’s arousal after wrapping his legs around his waist. He can feel how hard he is from here but Augustine doubts he can handle the stretch with out a bit of a warm up. After all, he hasn’t done this in years.]
With your fingers, of course. That is unless you want me to do the honors.
[Augustine is flexible with his partners. He can handle whatever they dish out as long as they don’t try to his bones or rip out his hair. The dhampir doesn’t mind a good tug here or there. It feels good to him.]
But as a rule of thumb, asphyxiation isn’t a kink I wish to explore.
I didnt notice this didn't post ahhh I rewrote it
2023-01-04 14:49 (UTC)His calm smile is far less innocent with such hungry, eager eyes and wet lips. He licks at them idly, settling back with his eyes still on the vampire beneath him. It is a rare thing, Augustine may learn in time, for Kaspar speak so firmly, threaded with such confident affection. And with eyes seeking Augustine's-- ]
I want to.
[ He's never done this. Not that he hasn't thought about it, touched himself, wanted it, contained it with increasing bitterness. Neither of them suffers for it It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, when they both want this and that ruby gaze is only encouraging him, and he finds he enjoys it. Quietly, he soaks in the attention. One on one like this, it is nicer than he'd ever imagined it to be. Warm, comforting, and they'd only just met.
Still clean from before, Kaspar takes two fingers into his mouth. Like the calm way he usually carries himself, there is an uncalculated, innate sense of himself with the fluid motion of twisting and swirling his wet tongue around his own fingers. Smoothly, blindly, his other hand reaches for them both at the same time, to stroke frustratingly slow. A looser grip, with special attention from his deft fingers paid to every inch of his length. It might become fairly obvious how much pleasure he takes in the art of this; touching, sensing, enjoying it as an act all its own. He knows where the soft and calloused parts of his hands are. And how to use them, eager to testing them against new skin for once. Part of a person that has his senses captured entirely, an even rarer thing. ]
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2023-01-06 04:57 (UTC)This is bad. Very bad.
He’s not supposed to get attached to anyone, not like this. If the other is as mortal as they claim, then their little rendezvous together will be brief. Vampires are immortal creatures who can live for all eternity. While Augustine is only a half-breed, his lifespan dwarfs that of your average mortal. However, what does it even matter? Hell, there’s no guarantee that the two of them will ever see each other again. So why even worry about it? Instead of giving into his logic, Augustine forsakes it in favor of pleasure. He urges Kaspar on with his titillating moans and groans, quick to spur him with sweet nothings on his tongue. Although, he can’t help but be metaphorically tickled pink once he sees just how much Kaspar is enjoying himself right now.
It seems someone has been fantasizing about this moment. Did Kaspar not have any suitable suitors back at home? Either that or whatever vague social norms that exist prevents Kaspar from indulging in his fantasies.
Whatever the case, Augustine feels obligated to give Kaspar a reason to fantasize about him later. He purposely grinds his cock against Kaspar’s, making sure to push against the underside of his erection just to add a bit of pressure. He’s so amused with how prettily Kaspar flushes. Those calloused fingers feel good against his cock but he feels the need to assist him. That’s why he leans down and wraps his slender fingers around Kaspar’s hand. He brushes his thumb across Kaspar’s length just idly following the thin veins that lie beneath the skin. The heat between them is sweltering.]
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2023-01-07 03:54 (UTC)His affection, lust, for the vampire beneath him would not shit even if he weren't ignorant of the other's lifespan. None of that matters now, when they've found this moment together across worlds and against many odds. This may be the only time, or only the first, but it hardly matters. Kaspar intends to enjoy the moment fully, soak in the physicality, the warmth.
He doesnt cry. His digits are soaked now, red indents left by his teeth when he pulls them from his mouth. Finding their destination blindly, palm flat, he's barely able to slip between their bodies and spread slickness between his legs wherever he strokes along the way. It's indulgent, the circling pressure, enjoying the more intimate skin here too before toying with breaching him long before he finally does with the confident yet gentle thrust of a finger. His breath hitches, flush spreading as he watches Augustine's reactions to it. He keeps his eyes on the other with the next thrust of his finger, callouses softened by spit and the beads of blood from his bite. ]
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2023-01-07 05:54 (UTC)It’s been awhile since he’s indulged in such sensual depravity. Fucking a young handsome manlike this is nothing short of a wet dream. He used to enjoy seducing foolish handsome men like this. It was a laden talent of Augustine’s that he long put to rest once hard times befelled his family. Now, he no longer has to limit his perverse thoughts to just fiction alone. He pumps Kaspar’s cock a nice and steady pace, trying his best to mirror every stroke of his fingers. He’s panting now, his face a dark purple with a slightly rosy tint.]
That feels good…[He whispers in a breathy sigh.] But you’re not going to last too long at this rate.
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2023-01-09 09:33 (UTC)The fingers buried deep inside Augustine reflexively curl when his cock is grabbed, surprising a low and shaky sound out of him. His head tilts, sighing in sweet and subtle relief as Kaspar indulges in a few thrusts into Augustine's hand. His fingers still as deep as he can keep them, rubbing, separating, twisting and eventually withdrawing. Kaspar can't take his eyes off of Augustine's gasping form.
That comment gifts his first lover's ears an honest laugh, clear and bright, but lowered and almost made decadent by the headiness in the air. A genuine sound that Augustine will never hear outside the privacy of the two of them. If Augustine allows their lips to meet once again, Kaspar breathes the last of it between them before deepening the kiss just so, as he reaches to coax Augustine's hand away from stroking him. At the same time, his fingers retreat. He can take a hint.
With a slow lick aimed to a fang, the affection in Kaspar's eyes almost weighs more than the hunger. Sliding both hands, enjoying the slickness that spreads and drips down from one intended path over those thighs. Without hesitation, they move to lift his vampire off the bed to hover over his lap with a loving hold on his ass; spreading him slightly to allow the head of Kaspar's cock to tease the equally as wet ring of muscle.
Kaspar pauses with one last look into Augustine's eyes, kissing at whatever he can reach now of his lovely chin or jaw, if he's gotten this far. It isn't just about seeing if Augustine is ready. He catches his own breath too, looking openly as debauched as he feels already. But he also wants to see his expression, to see how bad the vampire wants him inside. There's finally a faint sweat, hands squeezing gently with the effort not to just drop him. ]
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2023-01-12 03:54 (UTC)Augustine lets out a surprised gasp once they shift positions again. He quickly wraps his arms around Kaspar’s strong shoulders to keep himself balanced. His colorful red leathery wings follow suit as he wraps them around them both like a warm blanket. Augustine is careful not to dig his talons into Kaspar’s back but his nails are already biting into his supple flesh. A low growl escapes Augustine as he stares down at Kaspar with such need.]
What are you doing, you little pervert?
[ He teases while purposely trying to spear himself on Kaspar’s awaiting cock. Unfortunately, the blond has an ironlike grip on him. This frustrates him to no end judging from the disappointed huff that escapes him.]
Come on already!
[He snaps his teeth at Kaspar, literally threatening to bite him if he doesn’t get what he wants. However, Kaspar probably would like that.]
Not me trying to finish an icon for this lol. Almost...
2023-01-15 01:51 (UTC)The wings are a comfort despite it already being just the two of them. Protected enough that his limbs relax, and he breathes an appreciative sound at the threat of talons. Pain, a familiar sensation that he has a high enough tolerance for that he presses back against them purposefully as he moves. The warmth of blood, the puncturing of his skin a release valve that flutters his eyelids. Like gasoline on the fire his tongue and fingers blaze across cooler flesh until he kisses lovingly at violet cheeks as Augustine responds to him.
Predictably, he is silent and smiles against his face before playfully, softly, biting at flushed skin. There is no trace of fear when he chases those snapping teeth to kiss at their bearing and lick at them. Gently, he nips at the other man's lips.
Just before Augustine begins the word already, Kaspar loosens his grip. With a speed dictated by the level of tight resistance, he all but drops him mercilessly down onto his waiting cock, thick head already slotted in place before the rest follows in one fluid motion. At the same time, one hand slides to the other man's long hair to tangle and tighten for leverage. And because Augustine had seemed to enjoy it so before. Kaspar's calm gaze, lit aflame, refuses to close even when welling up at the new sensation. It leaves him breathless and beautifully shattered for a long moment of shuddering, flushed stillness and soft, choked moans. ]
It’s a wonderful icon btw!
2023-01-16 03:49 (UTC)He rakes his nails over Kaspar’s shoulders, trying to coax him to move. The dhampir pushes up from Kaspar’s erection, slowly setting the pace while being careful not to move too much. He doesn’t want to lose the delicious friction between. A quiet groan leaves his lips as he starts bouncing on Kaspar’s lap. Their skin slapped together in rhythm to Augustine’s panting. The pleasure builds and builds but it’s not enough. The dhampir tries to get Kaspar to move with little avail. It’s as if the stoic soldier is determined to drive him mad with his stillness, and it’s working.
Augustine hisses against Kaspar’s lips, a warning that his patience is wearing thin. He purposely brushes his sharp fangs against Kaspar’s bottom lip, undoubtedly drawing blood. While lapping at the blood, he continues to set the pace. He moves his hands off the blonde’s shoulder in favor of caressing his muscular chest. His fingers gingerly tweaking those perky pink nipples as they kiss.]
tyty I just need to stop delaying tags for art i dont finish orz
2023-01-19 18:55 (UTC)Drawing blood has him gasping, grip stuttering. Both hands tighten, one tangled in hair and the other lovingly over the curve of his ass. He can taste it, the metallic tinge of blood that he shamelessly allows to smear whatever the vampire's tongue misses in the sloppy sensuality of the moment. Without warning he uses his leverage and the other's rhythm against him as he snaps his hips suddenly.
There is no lasting much longer for Kaspar once he shows how well his strength and physicality translates into the ability to fuck properly. Soft sounds, broken in time to his movements, tumble between them. His hips rough in the headiness of the moment but soft in the way his body was clearly paying attention to what angle, what thrust produces as much pleasure as he can. His body is also too flushed, too raw, and so in need of the physical affection, the release, and he aches for the pain of nails down his back, the ghost of throbbing over his neck. ]