#human!trick

I had a whole thing typed for this, but then my phone died :( I still remember most of it though!

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“Just enough to feed?”

“Yeah. Yeah, just enough.”

Pete, being a vampire, had cravings.

Of course, he’d never really wanted blood. The mixture Patrick had worked up for him had been just fine to satisfy any needs he’d ever had.

Most people weren’t really that keen on offering blood. They didn’t want blood coming out from punctures on their necks. Who knew?

Being turned against his will made Pete knew just how important someone’s permission was. So, he made do just fine with the blend he made in the hunters’ apartment.

But lately, it just hadn’t seemed… enough.

He’d had blood a handful of times before using the blend. And he found himself almost missing it. The blend was satisfying, but Pete couldn’t find himself to be completely full by it.

He wanted blood.

There was the aforementioned problem of no one offering it, though, so Pete thought he could just stave it off.

But the pangs of blood thirst were too much for hime, one thing lead to another, which presented the scene currently in front of him.

Patrick, against a wall, blood trickling down his neck, eyes wide and pupils blown, barely illuminated from the streetlights outside the apartment.

“Peeete…” the hunter whined, letting his head fall back against the wall, just exposing his neck further to the vampire. The movement caused the blood pooling at his collarbones to slide further down, down his chest-

Pete groaned, bunching up Patrick’s shirt in his hands. His fangs and tongue were still red from the younger man’s blood, And yes, he had his fill of blood, but now he was hungering for something else.

“Want more,” he murmured in the crook of Patrick’s neck.

A beat of silence, two beats of silence. “Yeah. Y-Yeah, me too.’

And that’s all it took.

With a growl that turned Patrick on probably more than it should have, Pete immediately connected their hips, beginning to frantically rut against him. He leaned his head up, lapping at the blood oozing from the younger man’s neck, and through the wall of haze in his mind, Patrick found himself wondering how Pete even had any blood left to drink when so much of it was heading south.

Pete gripped onto Patrick on the curve just above his hips as he continued to frot against him.

And the noises Patrick made sounded almost as good as his blood tasted.

“Pete! Pete, fuck, f- oh, ah, ah, unnhhh, Peeeeete, fuck…”

His sounds spurred Pete on, who rutted down harder. The friction from their jeans was killer, and Pete knew the feeling was making Patrick weaker at the knees by the second. His hands frantically scrabbled at the vampires shoulders, as each new movement drew more moans and whines and huffs from him.

After a few minutes of this, Patrick began to tense up, and the older man knew what was coming.

“Pete, I-”

“I know,” he hushed. “I know.”

He began rutting harder against the vampire, using one of his knees to separate his legs more. Two movements, three, and Patrick let out a breathy whine, hands sliding from Pete’s shoulders.

Pete could feel his own orgasm stretching out in tendrils from his hips all the way to his chest how. He began rutting against Patrick harder, picking up the pace.

Beginning to get sensitive from the friction on his hips, Patrick was just beginning to squirm from the friction. “Unnnhh, Peeeete-”

And with that moan, the coils of lust building up in Pete’s gut straightened out, and he let his orgasm wash over him.

Patrick looked up at him with wide blue eyes, colour barely distinguishable in the near total darkness. “You-You just made me c-c-come in my pants like-like I’m a teenager.”