vampire!jude loves the feeling of being full. the way gavi’s cock fills him with every thrust, the wet lewd sound of their sweat slicked skin slapping, stretching jude’s tight hole.
it sounds so crude and dirty with the squelch from the mix of the spit and lube sliding with each hip thrust — it drives jude insane, feeling light headed as his head rolls to the side, drooling and mouthing at the pillow.
the way it feels too much but too good, gagging from gavi’s blood coated fingers that have been shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet, sucking onto the sweet metallic like taste.
god, the sounds jude makes. the moans rip from the back of his throat as he blabbers and cries on mindlessly. all he can think of is gavi: his cock, his fingers, his blood. the rest world shuts down around him, unaware of just how embarrassingly loud he is.
jude’s drunk off the feeling of gavi’s cock and he just won’t shut up: how good it feels, how big gavi is, how it hurts and it’s too much — but every time gavi slows down in worry, jude pushes the heels of his feet into gavi’s back to bring him closer.
jude glares at gavi with a flushed look in lust mixed with frustration and desperation, wanting gavi to keep going, to keep using him.
he’s a good vampire. he can be so good for him.
