#bite mark

Okay yeah, maybe I was asking for it

(Inspired by)

In the dim glow of your shared apartment, the quiet hum of the city outside was a soothing backdrop. Aventurine’s eyes sparkled in the warm light as he stood by the window, gazing out before he turned his attention back to you with that familiar, mischievous smile. He crossed the room with the smooth confidence that always made your heart race, his coat swaying around him like a shadow, the golden roulette details catching the light just so.

All Was Red And Burning

Written for @vcmicroficmay

Fandom: Vampire Chronicles Pairing: Marius/Santino Prompt: Bite Mark Summary: At the time of Amadeo’s turning, Marius sealed every scar. During their respite at Night Island, Marius notices a fine, white marking upon his fledgling’s skin. Unaccounted for, yet ancient as the year he was made. As destiny would have it, the one responsible sits in the next room.

“Oh? Would you pay penance to me, if He asked?”

Those hands of marble, opaque and cool, coasting over the sides of his scruffed face. 

“I offer it to you, Marius,” answered Santino, as unflinchingly as one who had spent centuries looking over his shoulder for the hounds to come storming the gate, for battalions with their vendettas to go scorched earth on him. “I needn’t be solicited by holy hosts, or unholy alike. I seek your forg –”

“Do not speak contritions with your teeth.”

Santino, puzzled but yielding, permitted Marius’ harrowing conduct to come. An ambush of lips, the bastardization of what might be a kiss if a single shred of affection could be siphoned from its intentionality. Rather, it was the investigative conquest of a tongue foraging for truth, sleuthing for the precision of a memory (or many of them):

“Rather, give me the transgressions from your teeth .”

The power that Mean Friend has over me is kind of unreal, I'm not going to lie. I consider us comet partners--play partners with a long history of fairly random spaced-out play experiences over our 14 years as friends. But I just love the dynamic we share when we're able to get together and play. 🌠

I haven't seen him since before COVID so it was really nice to catch up (especially in the way we do). I stepped into his car when he pulled up outside my apartment and he immediately took a grip of my hair and pulled my head back to force a single finger into my mouth. I instantly dropped.

He has a funny way of taking 28 minutes to get to a diner that's 9 minutes away but the beauty of it is that I wasn't conscious for most of it. My eyes fluttered as he started talking in the all too familiar tone. Hell, he even used the ticking of the turn signal like a metronome to take me down as he pulled out of my apartment complex. I drifted down gracefully, letting his words pull me deep until I was truly relaxed and as limp as a ragdoll in the seat beside him.

Next thing I knew, we were at the diner.

It was busy and we were seated right up front, between the hostess station and the kitchen, which kept me on my toes at all times because I felt so exposed and vulnerable to whatever torture he would inflict on me in front of everyone. He just smiled at me while I squirmed for him.

We caught up about life these last few years while we waited for the waitress to come over. I don't even remember the context of the conversation when he said it, but the word lit up in my mind.

"...just a pinch."

The word instantly gave the sensation of him taking hold of my nipples and pinching them, much like he had me feeling in the car on the way over. While he was taking unnecessary turns and rerouting the GPS, he spent the extra time implanting the trigger and testing it out on me.

"Oh did that work?" He said, delighted.

I blushed hard and avoided eye contact while he stared me down from across the table.

"Just be happy we didn't move that sensation elsewhere."

I bit my lip. He didn't have to implant a trigger for that. The suggestion was enough to send a third hand between my legs and I tried to compose myself with the sensation of each nipple and my clit being pinched and twisted. I shifted in my seat tried to hold back a soft whimper of pain. He immediately noted that the suggestion worked and I was in no place to deny it.

On the ride home from lunch he took me down again and described putting me on all fours and spanking me, slapping me, fucking me, and using me like the fuckdoll I am. He worked it up so gracefully, building on the intensity as I bucked my hips in the passenger seat until he had me cum for him. I came quite hard and got no time to recover when he snapped his fingers and I woke up behind a shopping plaza.

He took my hand in his and brought me over to feel his bulge. I stroked him, feeling the tight fabric against his cock, and remember how he used to pull the same move over a decade ago during late-night drives around town. The act always turned me on so much--the direct command to feel how hard I was making him.

He kissed me and unbuckled my seatbelt, asking what was on my mind. I admit I was nervous about fooling around in broad daylight but my anxieties eased up when he put his finger in my mouth again. I sucked on it gently and looked into his eyes with desperation in mine. He added more fingers until he had three or four in my mouth and coaxed me across the console with my face into his lap.

He told me I wouldn't get to taste his cock (he loves denying me) but I'd still have to show him what a good fucktoy does. I licked and sucked over his jeans, getting as close as possible to having his cock in my mouth without actually getting to taste him. I worried about leaving lipstick prints on his fly, but thankfully all I left was a wet spot over his cock.

We had some more hypnotic fun on the short ride back to my place, and just before I left his car, he grabbed my arm and bit. I moaned loudly, hoping he'd keep going. He bit me hard in three places on my forearm and I got a huge surge of endorphins that I felt absolutely drunk on pleasure. I walked up to my apartment dripping wet with his teeth marks still visible on my arm.

Don't you just love catching up with old friends?