smile panting on the bed

        “IT means that you try so hard to play by society’s standard to look like a cute dog trying to get its owner’s approval like it was air.” There was no please as the other looked willing to follow his request without it. His statement drew a chuckle out of him, one that parents gave to their children when they were trying to be amusing. It helped to force back a smirk as the other grabbed his hand: this was where he wanted him. “OF course you aren’t ripping my beautiful neck off,” he said. Digits drenched in blood sneaking out of the paper towel touched the back of the vampire’s hand, causing a jolt to shake his whole body. Enchanted senses were harder to trick and so Jasper gave his powers a full boost, rubbing the paper towel a little before taking it away and wrapping his fingers around the vampire’s wrist, his warm palm resting against the back of his hand. Blood was coating both their skins, and its scent would become more and more overwhelming; it was sweet, salty, or whoever the other liked it. Just the smell would wake a wave of lust into him, while the touch and the eyes were under his spell to make him more than alluring to his eyes. They made him a prey that was offering himself to the other. Jasper’s veins were throbbing with blood and begged the other, who should be able to hear it. “I’M not that disgusting, aren’t I?” A smile widened on his lips as his influence most likely prevented the other to answer with disrespect. “AS a thank you for the jar, you can have my blood. You drink blood, do you? I hear my kind’s is particularly... tasty. Or are you scared to hurt me?” For a moment Jasper wondered if the other wanted more his blood or his body now.

        “YOUR face and your clothes.” Taking a box under the counter, Jasper pulled out a tangle of thorns and leaves, dividing the latter from the former with uncanny precision. Precision that escaped his hands as he prickled his fingers, blood springing out without making him flinch in the slightest, as though he didn’t notice. “FETCH me the jar on the shelf behind you, will you? Oh, and it wasn’t a challenge. I don’t think you have it in you, that’s all. Not that you can really hurt someone who enjoys pain.” 

        “NOT my fault if you have the total bottom vibe.” One hand went to undo the first few buttons of his own shirt. His powers were less effective without the touch, but he could trick his sight enough to make the veins of his jugular calling to his attention, throbbing with warm blood. “YOU just seem unable to hurt anyone despite the tough act, let alone make them wither.”

        “PLEASE. You’re a total bottom. Not even with those fangs of yours would have me withering.”

        “THAT’S a stupid question. God, I can give you one little blowjob if you really insist. Just don’t come in my mouth, I don’t even what to think what your sperm tastes like.”

        “YOU’RE dead. Fucking you would be like necrophilia. Your foul energy must suck, if you have any. You’re basically a zombie. Can you even get an erection? Who let you out of your grave?”

        “—I don’t like you.”

        “OH?” Pretending that he misinterpreted his words, Jasper put on an apologetic expression. He didn’t miss how close the other was to the edge, his eyes, and the deep breaths he had to take in. In fact, it amused him how much Layne was trying to resist when he knew that he couldn’t, and didn’t want to. That he had anger issues was the cherry on top: it meant more energy. “ANGER issues? Did I say or do something wrong?” Feigning even a worried look, he stepped in and the distance disappeared again, with Jasper pressing himself up to him, his palm on the back of his neck. He was even closer than before, enough for the other to smell his scent. It was a natural mix of exotic herbs and plants. “I’M sorry if I did—don’t hurt me. Or do it, I love it rough. Anyway, no, for anger issues you have to avoid stimulants. You should try liver herbs like milk thistle. But,” he said, and paused as lust waved again through the other’s heating flesh, Jaspers features took a mischievous hint, ”I believe—and I’m not talking as a herbalist—that we should INDULGE into certain impulses. It’s just a matter of channelling them in the right direction.”

        Oh, he could FEEL what the tongue brushing his lips aroused into the other man. When the other stepped closer, Jasper erased any distance, and his hands went to nest on Layne’s shoulders, tracing the shape of his muscles. “EXERCISE can only do so much. But yeah, it looks like you’re quite gifted without any kind of help,” he said, tone lascivious. Fingers caressed the neck, and restless hands brushed the skin of the chest as he played with his clothes, pulling out that lust, sending jolts of it through his fibers. And he licked his lips again, tasting something the other couldn’t see, but that now was able to imagine due to his bewitched senses. A cold little jar, however, broke the moment. Jasper shoved it into the other’s chest, with a little smirk. “WANTED to show you that. Eleuthero is a powerful herb. It helps the body to adapt to stress, to stay clear-headed under pressure, and gives energy in the long-term, unlike stimulants. I’m sure it would change your mind on natural remedies.”