comfortable yet?

The touch to her hair was surprising - but not unpleasant; it stilled the woman for a second, eyes closing while Melissa exhaled the air from the lungs slowly, steadying her nerves. When eyelids opened and the brunette gazed at her captor again, there was a smile on her face and a warm glow in the secretary's honeyed eyes - she knew he meant it.

"I know. You already did that," it was then that Gavin's hand was gently caught by hers, Melissa using that hold to keep his palm in place and allowing to press her left cheek against it. The warmth and softness of another body contrasted with the coldness of the stainless steel used for the deposit boxes and the hard floor; in all her time working for the bank, Melissa had never been within the vault for so many hours... Now, it was starting to become cozy.

"You dragged me out of there even with they shooting at you and believing me dead, didn't you?" the girl asked quietly, never raising her voice above a whisper despite the weight of their words. Melissa's breathing turned shallower than it had been a moment before, but it had nothing to do with the closed vault or the tension surrounding them - her hand was not trembling, and she did not look afraid in the slightest.

"I trust you, Gavin. I meant what I said on the phone earlier - you're not a monster. You have a good heart," the brunette nodded, only then allowing his hand to slip away from her visage, but unwilling to let the man out of her sights. The warm glow of the lamp nearby was almost enough to lure them into a sense of false privacy, as if there were no other souls but for their own, laying bare secrets and intentions.

In all of this, Melissa was the only one he failed. And yet it was Melissa who drew him closer-- in the touch of their hands, in the weight of her cheek against his palm. She looked so fucking beautiful like this, and when her touch fell away, he hadn't thought to remove his hand.

"I don't know about being good," he murmured, "but it has to mean something that you fit so well in my hand."

The way she shifted in his hold confirmed suspicions he'd only been hoping for (and in the moment it didn't matter that his sibling called him out for it, nor that the police knew he was attached-- not when Melissa felt the same way, not when she was looking at him so intently). As Melissa leaned in, Gavin met her halfway, and the hand on her cheek was matched by its twin as he held her on either side.

Nobody else deserves you, he thought, pressing firm into Melissa's space as their mouths sought that perfect slide of lips on lips. Gavin had heard her voice break as she called her ex-husband, disappointed in how he handled their children; Melissa was never meant to be so sad, so overlooked.

When their mouths separated, Gavin's thumbs stroked either side of Melissa's cheekbones, the look in his eyes intense with certainty. Her eyes were liquid honey, practically molten in the low light, and he couldn't look away.

"I can look after you," he promised.

Then he kissed her again, shameless and certain. One hand slid down, caressing the side of Melissa's neck as he sucked lightly at her bottom lip.

Gavin's lips brushed hers as he spoke between kisses, gentle despite how frayed his nerves felt. He wasn't supposed to make any decisions, not when his sibling was still around, and yet-- "Come with me when this ends, Melissa. When it's safe, we'll pick your children up, and I swear I'll look after them, too."

Just don't leave me.

"I'll make you happy, baby. I promise."

Then again, Gavin's always known him better than anyone.

With a soft gasp and slight nod in agreement as he felt his boyfriend's fingers begin to stroke between his own legs, Jonny licked his lips and wrapped his fingers around Gavin's length.

"Nothing we haven't done before," he repeated under his breath as he began to stroke Gavin's hardening cock.

He mimicked Gavin's pace with his own ministrations, staring up into his features with an absolute awe gleaming in his eyes. His free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, thumb stroking along his vertebrae as he memorized each and every part of his face. Jonny wanted to always remember the way his eyes shown brighter than the stars cluttering the sky behind him, how the longer strands of his hair fell over his face.

Jonny's heart swelled in his chest and despite the tightness and difficulty breathing, he couldn't help but smile.

If Gavin allowed it, he pulled him down so their mouths could meet. The way Jonny kissed him was nothing short of loving; it was even reverent in each gentle stroke of the petals of his mouth against Gavin's own.

So he didn't deny him when they kissed and the soft touch of his tongue came. How could he, when Jonny was so perfect? Gavin's lips parted and their tongues pressed together, curling against each other to make friction here as their eager hands did the same.

Gavin could feel Jonny swell against his fingertips. His clit was round in its hood, and made even easier to play with as he drew wetness from his hole to that sensitive flesh. His cock twitched against his palm, moisture beading at the tip, and the moment Jonny became wise to it and slicked his strokes with that mess, Gavin moaned into his mouth and pushed his middle finger into Jonny's heat in turn.

"Shit," he breathed, drawing his hand back before pushing his finger back in all the way, "this feels so..."

The word different went unspoken.

When their clothes were on, there was only so much they could do. Lying bare like this, Gavin felt every inch of Jonny's pussy clinging onto his finger as he pulled out to the last knuckle, then felt as much as heard the wet squelch of his slick as he sank back in. Two fingers had him stroking Jonny's walls, up and up and up until the last knuckle, and in the same shameless way his fingers moved, so too did his cock push into the ring of Jonny's fingers.

"M'gonna open you up..." Head dipping, he watched his fingers disappear into Jonny's cunt, shivering as he slowly spread them apart inside of him. Gavin's own cock throbbed at the sight, drooling pre-cum on the side of Jonny's fist.

❝Our pups,❞ Quill repeated, awe in his voice. The vampire's hand rose, and a nail traced the top of Gavin's throat, as if he was silently pleading with the younger man to say those two little words again ( and again, and again, and — ).

With every thrust of Gavin's, Quill became more convinced that they would conceive this time. Tomorrow evening, he would not wake up feeling unfulfilled and angry ; there would be something growing in the barren place within him that ached every moment it remained empty. Quill pictured his shaking hands on Gavin's body, urging him awake to deliver the news. The image of their celebration was terribly clear ... he had dreamt of it so often that he could do it now with his eyes open.

❝Yeah, yeah,❞ Quill agreed, palm against Gavin's cheek. He stole a kiss before he continued. Strands of hair floated around his vision, tossed by the rocking of the vampire's form. The rhythmic sound of their union resonated in his ears, wet and bordering on thunderous.

❝You can't leave me tonight,❞ he whispered. ❝Please, Gavin — you gotta stay here and fill me up until I fucking burst. I need it coming out, there's that much ... and maybe we'll have enough.❞

"I'm yours." There was a gasp at the tail end of that, pleasure striking the line of Gavin's spine as Quill sank in time with the upward drive of his cock. Gravity pulled Quill down, made him press flush to Gavin's hips, and Gavin's head tilted slightly to the side as he throbbed with need inside him.

Oh, fuck.

Hands finding that spot between waist and hip, it took whatever control Gavin had left not to force Quill to follow his whims. There was power in this: in the way Quill rode him, in knowing that each twist of his body was deliberate in its cause. Quill lifted and fell, wetness welled inside and dripped onto Gavin's flesh, and all he could do was move in time with him.

"I promise," he breathed, legs spreading as his knees bent. With most of his trousers still on there was only so much he could do; Gavin's thumbs pressed into Quill's stomach, rubbing up and down in time with the movement of his length inside him. "I'll fill you up, darling.

"I'll make you sweet" -- slap -- "and round" -- slap -- "like we've been dreaming. My poor boy." Moaning, his thumbs pushed deep in an upward slide, mimicking the balls deep thrust of his dick. "I wanna knock you up so fucking bad."

Gavin's nose nudged at Quill's cheek, lips catching his in a kiss before his teeth scraped over soft skin. He thrust, and thrust, and shoved himself up until he felt Quill's body sing above him-- in his muscles, in the arch of his back, in the squeeze of that dripping pussy around him.

All that was left was to make every stroke after slide home the same way.

He didn't remember shedding his clothes. Quill's button - down shirt ( easier with his collar ), trousers, and poor soaked panties landed in a pile on the floor nevertheless ; the thump of each piece was distant to the creature, whose senses only seemed able to focus on Gavin.

Quill crawled over him, and his chain moved across the bed. He nosed into Gavin's cheek first and inhaled the scent of him greedily. The warmth of his skin sent a shudder along the vampire's spine. Soft brown hair brushed Gavin's face while Quill deposited short kisses to the edge of his jaw and neck. As always, he was mindful of his fangs.

❝Yeah, love,❞ Quill uttered back. A hand reached between them to help hold Gavin's cock while he lined himself up. It was so natural now, though, that he didn't have to stare. Instead, Quill tipped his face toward Gavin, allowing him to see the surge of pleasure that came with welcoming Gavin in no matter his state.

"Ah..."

As it always did, the wet heat of Quill's body made him sigh in something closer to relief than pleasure. This was when Gavin felt most whole: buried in his lover, connected so intimately they blurred. His length twitched inside him, the hand on his neck drifting down his spine, and with his palm in the small of Quill's back, the other settled gently over his stomach.

It'll work because I dreamed it, right?

Dragging lower, Gavin's palm caressed the spot he knew Quill's empty womb was hidden away from him.

"Yes," he murmured, pressing down into his belly as his hips rolled up. His cock rubbed against those soft walls, slowly thickening where he was buried in him, and when he leaned in he gently nudged their noses together.

"This is what you were made for, my love. I know it."

Gavin's kiss was gentle, and almost innocent if not for the wet shift of his length as he began thrusting. Pleasure curled hotly in his stomach, burning ever brighter the more he fucked him.

"It's why your body changed, why you were brought to me. I'm going to make you so full-- you just have to keep taking it until this body learns."

[ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm.

Quill looked up as Gavin came in. He was a mess : usually sluggish breathing issued in pants, hair wild, and the strong chain connected to his collar clenched between his teeth to keep him quiet. The vampire's glittering eyes widened, and he felt the two fingers he had curled inside of himself stop.

Fuck, the scent of his slick was so thick in the room that there was no way Gavin didn't smell his need — so Quill thought, as if the sight of him hunched forward on the mattress with his pants pushed to his knees and that terrible look wasn't damnation enough.

Quill spat out the chain and removed his hand. He resisted the urge to moan at the sight of his sharp nails, wet with a pink slime. It was impossible for him not to cut himself. The sting was worth it, though, when he was this desperate.

"Do you think it's a sign?" was the first thing he said, calm despite the way his eyes roamed over Quill's form as he approached. Despite the lack of flushed wanting, the tremble in his body said everything. Poor, broken baby.

"You know what they say about prophetic dreams."

His necktie came undone, suit jacket shrugged off and tossed to hang over a nearby chair. Gavin's waistcoat followed. He hadn't intended to be out this long-- had grown restless, even, in the moments of reprieve he had at work-- but at least his lateness wasn't without reward. Having made it to the edge of the bed, Gavin set one knee atop it. Two fingers traced the moisture on Quill's thigh.

Sucking that mix of slick and blood off, Gavin sighed. Even the decay in Quill's blood was nectar to him.

"Maybe it'll work better if I get hard inside of you." It was a lie and they both knew it. Still, Gavin crawled until he could prop himself up against the headboard, fingers working his trousers open and tugging the garter of his underwear down to expose the soft length of his cock.

The only thing that snapped him out of the timid trance was the feeling of Gavin guiding Jonny to remove the off of himself- which he had done perhaps a smidgen too eagerly.

Though, he'd gotten rather bashful once more as his lower extremities began to be exposed. There was a shiver that coursed through him as his cunt felt the cool night air brush against it, and everything became all the more real. Yet, despite how wracked his nerves were, he knew well enough to move his legs, even toeing his shoes off, so Gavin could remove the articles from his appendages as smoothly as possible.

"I love you, too," he responded, though, his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears, he couldn't be certain how audibly it actually came out.

Taking a moment to calm himself, he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, focusing simply on the feeling of Gavin's nose against his neck. Closing his eyelids, he hummed softly at the mention of his own scent.

"Me?" he responded fondly, turning to bury his nose into his boyfriend's locks. "I think you smell good."

And it was true. He adored the musky yet homelike aroma that Gavin gave off. Jonny adored even more how much more he smelled of it in that moment. He's truly lucky that he's around Gavin as often as he was. He wasn't certain he'd feel whole without that scent filling his nostrils as frequently as it had.

Jonny licked his lips as he finally managed to calm himself down enough that he was certain he wasn't going to humiliate himself quite yet.

"You still have your shirt on."

Grinning, he kissed the corner of Jonny's mouth. In the same confident way he'd led his boyfriend's hands to his shirt, he set his own hand atop Jonny's, giving just enough pressure for him to curve his palm over the swell of his clearly eager dick.

"You can take it off just 'cause I like you, though."

So Gavin shifted positions, hands moving onto the blanket beneath Jonny's body to hold himself up properly. He watched, transfixed and admiring all at once, as Jonny's fingers worked the button and zip of his cargo pants down.

"You got it," he encouraged him, corners of his eyes crinkling fondly as Jonny worked both pants and underwear down. By now they'd both touched each other enough times-- he'd come plenty of times into Jonny's fist, moaning into his own palm to keep from making noise in the boys' dorms-- and though Gavin told himself that it wasn't as if Jonny was seeing anything new, the tips of his ears warmed all the same once he was exposed.

Gavin lowered himself again once he'd kicked his pants off, knees settling between Jonny's legs and hands keeping him high. The pose was familiar; he'd rubbed up against Jonny before, after all.

Seeing them both naked, though, made his stomach flip. His half-hard erection was hovering over Jonny's body, and if Gavin shifted his hips just right, lowering himself to the ground would have his cock settling in the crook between Jonny's groin and thigh.

Swallowing, he allowed his gaze to drift back up to meet Jonny's. "Thank you, baby."

And even if pet names were still new to him, saying it aloud in this context made his pink cheeks lift some as he smiled.

"You should touch me," Gavin said, one arm holding himself upright as the other trailed its nails from Jonny's left knee up the inside of his thigh. Bare, bare, bare-- this wasn't him slipping his hand into Jonny's underwear, and without that layer of clothing he could cup his hand over Jonny's pussy without worrying about breaking any garters.

Harmony's tongue swiped over her lower lip. ❝There was only joy, Gavin ... even when you cut me. Especially then.❞ She gasped and whimpered when her hips shifted over his lap. Harmony fancied that she could hear how wet she became as his fingers continued to indulge her, setting off an electric current that ran up through the entirety of her. ❝Our children are perfect, and you are perfect, and ...❞

Her fingers slid down her front and laid on top of his briefly. Harmony pushed gently at Gavin's hand, encouraging him forward. Deeper. Inside, if he would humor her. It was selfish of her to demand such things, and she silently invited him to reprimand her for it if he desired. She was amazed that she hadn't soaked through her shorts and onto his pants by now — and, fuck, wouldn't it be amazing if she did ? What better proof was there that she adored him so much that she was physically desperate for him ? Would he like that ?

But Gavin nipped Harmony's ear in warning, and what came out of his lips was: "Patience."

The tip of his middle finger moved up, dancing around the hood of Harmony's clitoris where the engorged flesh began to swell.

"I need you to get a bit more wet for me, Harmony."

So his fingers continued to play, callused flesh sliding down her clit to collect the mess at her heat, then rising back up where they came. His thumb and index pinched at a nipple, pulled until the flesh slid free past his fingers, and in the back of Gavin's mind he wondered whether there would be anything left for his girl to give him here, too.

Lord fucking almighty, she made him so hungry.

Teeth at her ear, Gavin felt the dip of her head as Harmony saw herself and found it impossible to stifle his grin. He sucked on her lobe, parted his fingers over her exposed clit before both fingers shook side to side against it, and held her breast in one palm to knead. Gavin squeezed and Harmony's flesh rounded between his fingers; he sucked her neck and felt her juices flick wetly in the cloth of her panties.

Delicious.

"How long have you been thinking about it, my love?" he whispered, touch drifting low. Gavin's middle finger slid upward into her body, feeling the soft heat of Harmony inside.

"About my hands in you. About them reaching where no-one else has."

That finger pushed in and pulled out, coaxing Harmony's muscles to loosen. More of her spilled out as he withdrew.

Strings of moans pulled from Jonny's chest as he felt the other's hand begin to explore, but it was the squeeze to his neck that made him fully melt into Gavin.

It was no secret that Jonny liked knowing he was Gavin's, but there was something about the way Gavin delicately reminded that he owned Jonny. Jonny was Gavin's for as long as he should live no matter what happened, heart and soul until his final breath.

"Can't wait to feel you inside of me, Gav," Jonny breathed into the kiss as he rolled his hips upwards and against the front of Gavin's.

The thought of finally feeling Gavin without any obstruction of clothes was thrilling. Jonny had oft wondered what it would feel like to have his boyfriend inside of him, with plenty of wonderful dreams to help fodder the imagination. He didn't want to rush the moment at all, but he couldn't help the desire that began to burn through him. They'd finally be joined completely, becoming one in a way they'd never been before. It was beyond enticing.

"Jonny." Gavin almost sounded pained, fingers trailing slowly down the other boy's torso as he gazed upon him in awe. He'd seen Jonny naked before, but not like this-- not with the context of knowing they were going to be real lovers. Gavin's hand curved over his waist, thumb tracing circles into the softness of his belly, and slid lower to hook into the garter of his pants.

I'm going to make love to him.

The thought made him bite back a whimper.

"You're beautiful, Jonny."

In the interest of fairness, Gavin brought Jonny's hands to his own shirt, guiding him to pull the fabric off his head. This wasn't the first time he was naked in front of him, either, but his heart raced in his chest all the same.

As it always did when they were intimate, Jonny's scent sweetened in his nose. Gavin pressed their foreheads together, kissing his boyfriend's nose, and lips, and the column of his throat.

"I love you." Hands on Jonny's hips, he slid the garter of his pants lower, exposing inch after inch of creamy skin. Gavin nosed the spot Jonny's scent gland lay on his neck, hands curving around the tops of his thighs and sliding low to push those pants further down.

like a pitiful moth drawn to a flame, jacob visibly relaxes as gavin draws closer to him. his breathing comes easier, but it's hard for jacob to tear his stare away from erik, laying limp on the ground. passersby raise an eyebrow, some reach for their phones, and the collar of jacob's shirt begins to feel tight and claustrophobic.

it does hurt. he likely won't even bruise, maybe left with some aches, but his mind is alight with the grating, rich orange of erik's touch. there's no effort made to avoid crying, and when he blinks, the tears fall.

"um— yeah, it's—" reset, jacob. there are a few deep breaths taken and the shock leaves his features as he cleanses the canvas of his mind. scrubbing the texture of erik out of his memory, bleaching the colors from the fabric— best he can, anyway.

"...he hurt me." his voice is quiet and matter of fact. his nod is subtle. "we should call someone, right?" crisis response is what he's trained for, but in this moment, he's looking up at his client, his friend and waiting for guidance.

Even as those tears fell, though, it was astounding that Jacob was concerned for the man that caused them. Gavin wanted to say he didn’t deserve it—the rough treatment Jacob received meant that Erik lying unconscious was a blessing. There was much worse Gavin could have done, if worse had happened, and he would have done it with a smile.

(You’re beautiful, and no-one should hurt you.)

But the boy was good, through and through. And what sort of person would he be if he allowed that goodness to be hurt by his own need for revenge?

So Gavin offered a comforting smile. “The community centre isn’t too far.” It was a few feet away, even; he supposed if anything good was to come of this, it would be that Erik had his fit close enough to somewhere relatively trustworthy. “I can pick him up and we’ll take him to security.

“We’ll say he got lightheaded and passed out.”

It technically wasn’t a lie.