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You see him across the club - an unmoving figure in the sea of writhing bodies. Standing still, you could swear his eyes flash red.
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Not a singular thought inside of my brain but Vampire!Simon who makes his living playing Dracula at Universal Studios.
He's spent centuries alive so of course he has a different answer for every tourist that asks him his favorite scary movie.
"You think I'd answer my own movie, luv? No no, Guillermo has caught my eye this century."
It was all said in that sultry accent, his lips very carefully brushing the soft skin of wrists. The smile as he spoke revealed beautiful teeth, the sharp ones only grading pulses, they felt so different than plastic. There is no keeping a straight face, every lady he meets folds into a stream of laughter at the "pretend" vampire.
He's a small niche on social media, people recognize him as one of the best Dracula actors. His "makeup" was so good and he act felt personal.
His fangs were only a little sharper than the rest. And so what if he takes a lady every few weeks around pay day?
TW. TYPICAL VAMPIRE STUFF, SO BLOOD DRINKING W CONSENT. LOTS OF BLOOD. AND VAMPIRES.
Vamp!Simon takes a little rest stop to take a drink. Gn!Reader, can be interpreted as any
Trying to get my motivation back. Really need some ideas. Yall know I write for more than just demon slayer right? 😠anyways this is unfinished but I figured posting this now wouldn't hurt to get some feedback or sonething.
"Everything will be okay." He tells you with a hand clamped over your mouth, ensuring you dont scream.
"Just 'ere for a quick taste, lamb..You dont mind, do you?"
And oh, who are you to deny him? Certainly not when he was batting those pretty hazel eyes up at you. You just simply couldn't say no...
So when Simon sinks his sharp teeth down into the nape of your neck, breaking skin with unnatural ease, you struggle to keep still. I mean, if you move around who knows what will happen? Maybe he'll accidentally knick an artery while hes gum deep in your neck, drinking up the sweet liquid just pouring out. Of course, the pain makes you whimper a tad, which is only met with the reassuring hum of Simon, who greedily drinks you for all he can.
Simon was always a careful man, he knew his limits quiet well, but he knew your's better. So when he feels you start to go dead weight on him, of course from blood loss, he can only sigh and pull back reluctantly, knowing you probably could have given him at least a quarter of a pint of blood before things got dangerous.
When he finally pries himself off your neck with a loud, wet pop, you swear you can feel his eyes roam over your face, as your body is gently set back down on the comfy sheets of your shared bed.
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The man who'd lured you here may have thought himself responsible but you knew better.
When that voice, that voice, had called for your captor, he'd left you at once to run up the stairs towards it and you'd been alone in a hallway with a door at your back and enough adrenaline in your heart to take you far away if that was what you wanted.
Only it's not what you want, though a second ago, it had been. Because you know that voice and you also feel a stirring need pulling you towards it.
That voice has whispered to you in your dreams.
Though your captor must have long reached the top of the stairs, the voice calls again. For you.
And you go to him, as you'd always known you would.
The door at the top of the stairs is made from cheap wood that swings inwards silently at your touch.
Your captor is crouched on his knees but you barely look at him and he doesn't look at you at all. His head is tilted back, held in place by the gloved hand in the longest part of his hair.
You know you're to look where he's looking, know what's expected of you and want to meet those expectations, but all the same, it takes a long time to lift your eyes. He waits in silence, knowing you'll acquiesce eventually. Finally, you do.
His eyes are the only part of him you can see. You tell yourself the rest of his face is covered by a mask, but in the dim light of the room, you could almost believe the bottom half of his face has been stripped of flesh, that the darkness around his eyes and nose is actually the soft insides of a face rotted black.
He looms, nearly as tall as the ceiling and dressed almost entirely in black, apart from the glimpses of white that are his knuckles. His fingers move absent mindedly through the mohawk of the man knelt at his feet and though it looks gentle, you know those fingers are hard, capable of holding too tight and not tightly enough, all at once.
He is terrible. He is beautiful. He's haunted your dreams for years and been the only source of pleasure that has ever rung true.
Every night since you've known him you've woken, soaked in sweat, sheets twisted around the lower half of your body and panting like you've run a mile, his face scarred into your eyelids, his name on your lips.
"Ghost," you breathe and the word is nothing and it's everything. Ghost shifts, his hand tightens and your captor lets a high whine out of his throat.
The lower man's thighs stretch as he moves from his haunches to his knees proper. Quick as a snake, Ghost releases his hold and shoves him on the side of the head so he falls on his side, hard.
At a flick of Ghost's wrist, he's up and moving, and in a second, you realize he's stripping. When he's down to his underwear, he retakes his position on his knees, still gazing upward, with a look of adoration on his face, but something else too. There's hunger in his eyes, in the set of his slightly open jaw and his chest heaves as low, heavy pants escape him. His fists rest on his thighs but every few seconds he raises them and reaches out as if desperate to touch. He never does and you know in your bones that he won't. Not until he's given permission.
Heat paints the side of your face and you meet Ghost's eyes again, though you never look right into them. Instead your gaze falls on the edge of the hard white of the jaw bone on his mask. You can pretend it's fear, if you don't want to admit to yourself what it really is. Deference.
But there's no pretending with Ghost. There never has been. He's seen into your dreams, into your heart. He knows your deepest, most depraved desires, has always known them, has been there in the background as they've grown and twisted under his careful tutelage.
He raises the hand not touching your captor and with one twitch of a finger, he beckons you forward. You go at once and stand before him, hands twitching, wanting, and not daring to want simultaneously.
And then his hand moves again, in a way you've seen countless times in your dreams and just once in person, just seconds ago.
You move instinctually, hands shaking over buttons, trembling over zips. All the time, he watches and waits, still as a mountain. Then his head tilts by the barest inch and the thought thrills through you at once.
He's seen your soul bared and still wants you.
When you too are down to the barest items of clothing, you wait with bated breath. Your eyes roam his face hungrily and you roll forward on the balls of your feet, wanting so badly to draw closer, waiting, hoping, needing.
In your peripheral vision, of which you are acutely aware, you see his hand move again and euphoria crashes through your veins, filling your chest and possessing you entirely as you drop immediately to your knees. You gaze upwards and breathe out, letting your eyes flutter shut just as his hand reaches out and settles in place around your throat.
Price is the oldest vampire on their team, born into the undead life. He'd seen his fair share of death. In a way, he envied their final moments.
Gaz's transformation is the second least traumatic of them all, guided gently by Price as he begged to turn him on the field after a fatal wound. And Price listened.
Ghost is the second oldest, turned vampire as his body forced itself to work with the bite Roba had given. A weak bite to turn him, but would take days to work. He couldn't last days in the coffin. So his body, with the slightest bit of supernatural blood in his veins, forced it to mutate. His transformation was agony, pure agony. Unlike the rest of the 141, however, his powers are one of the weakest. They come and go, like pulses. When he's angry, he seemes to subconsciously hiss and sizzle with the feeling. That was used and abused by Shepherd until he was transferred to Price. He was used as a sort of 'familiar' by Shepherd. Only with the 141 did he have any freedom.
Soap's transformation was a last minute hope. Ghost's teeth, oversharpened and sore from no use, sunk into his neck to find a barely usable pulse. Turn him, damnit. But it didn't *work*. Not until Price's fangs dipped into the holes Simon's left, and *he* took care of it. (Ghost couldn't figure out if it was more or less traumatic than his.) It just barely worked, but Soap was dangerously ill for weeks. Resulting in delicate feeding and very cautious contact.
A/N: I originally wrote this in may 2023 and while struggling to write another thing I decided to just edit this instead, so here you go. Might write some more of this, might just do a little guide to this supernatural universe, idk.
Blood soaked through Gaz's shirt as he pulled the knife from the vampire's chest, letting the creature's body fall to the floor with a loud thud. His heart was racing and he was panting, muscles aching with exhaustion and already blooming bruises. Cuts and bites littered his body, blood dripping down his skin, mixing with the blood of the monsters he had slayed. He wiped the blood off the knife, the heavy scent of death and gore making his head spin. Ghost appeared behind him, his fangs extending as he moved his pale wrist to his lips, biting deep before holding it out to Gaz.Â
Ghost's blood was thick and dark, almost ruby-red in the dim light, and Gaz felt his own smaller fangs extend, sending a stabbing pain through his skull. He hadn't had any blood in months. He didn't need it the way actual vampires did, so he went without for as long as he could. But Ghost was staring at him intently, eyeing the deeper wounds on Gaz's body and the blood dripping down onto the concrete floor.
"Take it, love. It'll help." Ghost's deep, commanding voice was enough to make Gaz's resolve shatter. He grabbed Ghost's wrist gently, guiding it to his lips. The smell was intoxicating, Ghost's natural scent mixed with the metallic tinge of his blood. Gaz leaned forward, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around Ghost's wrist. The taste was otherworldly, metallic and salty but oh so sweet at the same time. Gaz couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him as he drank deeply from Ghost's wrist, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as hot blood coated his tongue. Ghost's other hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his chest and holding him tightly.Â
"That's it. Take as much as you need," Ghost encouraged, nuzzling into Gaz's soft curls. Gaz couldn't think, Ghost's blood on his tongue the only thing he could focus on. At least until a second body pressed up against his back, a tail wrapping around his thigh and Soap's face nuzzling the back of his neck. Lust suddenly flooded his senses as Soap's scent filled his nose, enhancing the euphoria of the blood as Gaz moaned again, his cock twitching in his pants.Â
"Havin' fun without me, darlings? That's not very fair," Soap purred into Gaz's ear, his tail moving further up Gaz's thigh, the pointed tip grazing the tent in Gaz's pants.
"Come now, Soap, don't tease." Price's voice cut through the fog of lust clouding his mind as he peeled Soap off of him, pulling him into his strong arms instead and holding him there. Soap huffed in annoyance, busying himself instead with scratching his claws up and down Price's hairy arms as his gaze roved over his other two partners.
Gaz was trembling in Ghost's arms, feeling like a live wire. His senses were heightened, everything so much more intense as the blood got into his system. This was one of the reasons he didn't drink often. It sent him into a state similar to a werewolf's heat, but it was the quickest and safest way to heal his wounds.
"We should get this one home, get him taken care of," Price said, moving closer to the other pair. He moved Soap to Ghost's side, placing himself at Gaz's back. Gaz hated feeling so helpless, but his mind was already slipping into heady oblivion. He knew he was safe. His partners would take good care of him.
Eventually his hunger was sated and he let go of Ghost's wrist, practically slumping into Price's waiting embrace. Price turned him around and picked him up easily, strong hands guiding Gaz's legs around his waist and holding him up. Price nosed at his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Gaz knew Price would be able to smell Ghost's scent mixed with his and the thought made his cock twitch again in excitement.Â
"It's okay, pup. We'll be home soon," Price said, stroking a hand up Gaz's back soothingly. Gaz felt Soap's hand in his, twining their fingers together and squeezing. Gaz could smell the pheromones radiating from Soap, the smell relaxing every muscle in his body until he went completely limp in Price's arms.Â
"We've got you, babe. Just relax," Soap cooed as Gaz's eyes drifted closed.
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Gaz was so cold, despite being wrapped up in thick blankets. He was naked, his skin washed of all blood and all his wounds healed up nicely. His thoughts were clearing up a little, but lust still ran thick in his veins, his cock hard and leaking. Soap was sitting at the edge of the bed, idly playing with his own cock and moaning quietly, his head thrown back and his tail curled around the base of his cock.Â
Gaz's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering as Soap let out a long whine of pleasure, his pheromones flooding Gaz's senses. He barely noticed his own hand sneaking down to wrap around his cock, stroking himself in time with Soap's movements.Â
"You were supposed to be watching him, Johnny." Ghost's voice startled both of them out of their haze, Soap practically jumping when he noticed Ghost leaning against the doorframe, staring intently at the two of them. Gaz blushed down to his toes, avoiding Ghost's intense gaze as Soap spun around, surprise on his face when he noticed Gaz was awake.Â
Soap blushed as well but didn't cease his rhythmic stroking, fingers running deftly over the ridges of his cock, twisting at the tip and pulling on his foreskin.Â
"I got distracted?" Soap said sheepishly, looking up at Ghost through his lashes. Ghost was on him in a flash, hand tight around Soap's throat as he pushed him back onto the bed with a growl, baring his sharp fangs. Soap moaned as Ghost squeezed his neck, the sight causing a bead of precum to drool from Gaz's aching cock.
"Now, now boys, let's not keep our poor baby waiting," Price said as he entered their room, running his hand up Ghost's naked back, claws dragging against his skin. Ghost growled once more before letting go of Soap's neck, much to Soap's displeasure. Soap was quick to move on though, turning and crawling up the bed to sit on Gaz's lap, tail wrapping around Gaz's cock as he leaned down, kissing and biting at Gaz's neck roughly.Â
"Sorry love, 'm sorry, I didn't mean to get distracted," he mumbled against Gaz's throat, his hands running up and down his arms. Gaz moaned as Soap kept licking and sucking at the sensitive skin on his throat, his teeth scraping against the scar left over from his failed transformation. Meanwhile his tail was jerking Gaz off with enthusiasm, the ridges making Gaz's eyes roll to the back of his head in bliss.Â
"Fuck, Tav," he breathed, his hands running over Soap's torso, against his tight abs and up his back, tangling into the back of his hair and pulling his head back to crush their lips together. Gaz ran his tongue over Soap's bottom lip until Soap's mouth opened eagerly, allowing Gaz entrance as he licked his way into Soap's mouth. Soap moaned loudly, grinding down against Gaz as his claws dug into Gaz's biceps.Â
Ghost climbed into bed with them, slotting himself behind Gaz and pulling him into his lap, wrapping his arms around Gaz's waist and joining Soap's tail in stroking his cock. It almost felt like too much, the feeling of Ghost's cock against his lower back and his hand around his cock, his breath skirting Gaz's neck, all while Soap ground against him, kissing him deeply and desperately. Price sat behind Soap, kissing his neck gently and massaging his flanks.Â
"Soap, why don't you ride Gaz's cock to get us started, hm?" Price asked, grabbing a handful of Soap's ass and squeezing. Soap whined, nodding eagerly as he backed up, situating himself so his ass was right above Gaz's hard cock. Soap was already dripping wet, slick coating his waiting hole. Gaz was never more grateful for Soap being an incubus than he was in these moments, when all he wanted was to sink deep into the scorching warmth of him.
Soap grabbed hard onto Gaz's shoulders and dropped himself down on his cock without warning, taking Gaz's entire length in one go with a loud cry of pleasure. His insides fluttered around Gaz's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure up Gaz's spine as he started to lift himself up, setting a quick pace with no hesitation. Ghost held Gaz tightly, playing with his nipples and sucking at his neck, murmuring encouragement as Soap rode him eagerly.
Gaz felt like he was floating, his partners surrounding him and holding him as he felt his primal urges taking over. Ghost told him he had felt similarly when he first turned, like he was reduced to his base urges, a feeling Price said sounded like a werewolf's heat. And since Gaz's own transformation had failed, he was stuck in a permanent limbo of half-turned, so every time he drank blood he essentially experienced his transformation again. Thankfully, he had his boys there for him to indulge his urges until he came down from the high, and they were there to hold him through that too.Â
Gaz could feel pleasure pooling in his gut as he stared up at Soap, watching as he rode Gaz's cock, grinding his hips down and rolling them, his walls clenching around Gaz. Soap looked absolutely sinful, his cheeks flushed red and his lips shiny with spit. Price was behind him, one hand fisting Soap's hair and holding his head back, forcing him to look at Gaz as he rode him.Â
"Isn't our little demon pretty, Gaz? Look how well he takes you," Price said, nosing at Soap's throat as he spoke, his other hand running up and down Gaz's thigh. Gaz groaned at Price's words, nodding weakly as he leaned forward, kissing his way up Soap's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging him close. Soap threaded a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that sent shivers up Gaz's spine.Â
Soap was looking into his eyes with such pure love and adoration, his other hand cupping Gaz's cheek gently as he slowed his movements. His hips rolled languidly, letting Gaz fully sink into his warmth. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Gaz's before kissing him deeply, twining their tongues together with a wanton moan.
"I love you so much," he said against Gaz's lips, voice wet and breathy, and Gaz caught his lips in another kiss, pulling Soap closer. His skin was burning hot under Gaz's touch, sweat slicked and soft.
"I love you too," Gaz breathed, lips moving against Soap's as he spoke. Soap's tail was still wrapped around the base of his cock, holding Gaz in place as Soap rode him. But Gaz had had enough of Soap having all the control.Â
He leaned back, trusting Ghost to carry most of his weight as he grabbed Soap's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Soap squeaked in surprise as Gaz held him still, nails digging into his skin. His eyes were wide and surprised, but Gaz could see the challenge in them, could see Soap silently begging him to take control like he wanted to. And Gaz was never one to back down from a challenge.Â
He held Soap still as he pulled nearly all the way out, brutally slow, until just the tip was still encased in Soap's warmth. Then, without giving Soap time to adjust, he slammed his hips up, thrusting deep inside Soap as Soap yelped, claws digging into Gaz's arms as he held on. Gaz kept going, picking up a torturous rhythm as he slammed into Soap, hips bucking up as he fucked him hard and deep. Soap was crying in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking as he stared down at Gaz.Â
"There you go love, take him like you want to, like you deserve," Ghost whispered in Gaz's ear, his hands on Gaz's chest, holding him tight as he talked him through it, whispering encouragement into his ear. The harder Gaz fucked Soap the more pheromones he released, the entire room smelling like sex and lust as the incubus was pushed to the edge. His walls clenched hard around Gaz as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum as he cried out, his entire body spasming. Hunger overcame Gaz, his throat drying up with the need to drink. Ghost noticed his body tense up, his thrusts slowing, and leaned forward, lips brushing against the shell of Gaz's ear.
"You want to bite him, don't you? Drink his blood until he's weak in your arms, until he's shaking with more than just pleasure." Ghost's voice was a deep rumble in Gaz's ear, and he nodded, fangs aching, eyes focused on the sensitive skin of Soap's throat, the carotid artery jumping with Soap's rapid heartbeat.
"Do it, love. Bleed him dry. You know he can take it. You know he loves it." Gaz's thrusts became harder as he leaned forward, grabbing Soap's shoulders and pulling him in, his fangs piercing the skin easily. Blood flooded Gaz's mouth, hot and spicy like demon blood always was, making his tongue tingle pleasantly. Soap took it all, debauched moans escaping his mouth as he held on to Gaz's shoulders. Blood trickled down his naked torso, over his taut abs, mixing with his cum as it dripped down.Â
The taste of Soap's blood, the smell of his sweat, the feeling of his walls fluttering around Gaz was enough to send him over the edge. He bit down harder as he came, pulling another loud moan from deep within Soap as he filled him up. Ghost curled up against Gaz' back, a hand wrapping around his throat as he kissed his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, holding him through his orgasm. Price was kissing the back of Soap's neck gently, soothing him as Gaz swallowed his blood in deep gulps.Â
Eventually, Soap became limp in Gaz's arms, his eyes closing as he fell unconscious. Gaz felt his heart rate slow, his breaths becoming shallow. He let go of Soap's neck, kissing the wound gently and watching as it started to close up.Â
"There you go, pup. Feel better?" Price asked, wiping the blood off of Gaz's chin and holding his fingers out in front of him. Gaz sucked them into his mouth eagerly, licking and sucking until they were clean. He nodded, feeling himself starting to come down from his high. He could feel his body becoming weaker, but they all knew it wasn't over yet.Â
Soap groaned as he came to, looking down at Gaz with glassy eyes and a soft smile. He leaned forward, kissing Gaz gently on the lips, cupping his cheek.Â
"You did so well, doll. So good for me," he whispered, kissing Gaz once more before climbing off of him, slumping down into the bed next to them. He curled up on his side, propping himself up on his hand with a smirk.Â
"Don't mind me boys, do your thing," he said, the lust in his voice clearly urging the other two on. Price and Ghost didn't wait for Gaz to say anything, Price simply backed up and pulled Gaz with him until he was laying flat on his back, Price situated between his legs, his large cock bumping against the cleft of Gaz's ass. Ghost moved until he was on his knees right above Gaz's head.Â
Ghost put one hand under Gaz's chin, tilting his head until his mouth was lined up perfectly with Ghost's cock, the head resting against Gaz's lips. Price leaned over him, kissing his chest softly, one hand fondling his left pec as his mouth got to work with the right one, sucking his nipple into his mouth and biting it gently. They had barely even started and Gaz was already a writhing mess under them, moaning uncontrollably as Price continued to suck on his nipple.Â
"You ready, love?" Ghost asked, brushing a hand over Gaz's cheek. He was staring down at Gaz, absolutely awestruck by the man lying beneath him, the leftover blood on his neck and chest, the flush on his cheeks and the glazed look in his eyes. Gaz nodded, which only caused Ghost to growl, tapping him on the chin.Â
"I need words, Gaz. Are you ready?" Gaz blushed, but maintained eye contact.Â
"Yes, sir. I'm ready."Â
"Do you remember what to do to make us stop?" Price asked, giving Gaz's peck one last bite before sitting up, hands on Gaz's knees, holding his legs open.Â
"Tap Ghost's thigh three times, sir." Price smiled.Â
"Good pup." He reached over to Soap, gently nudging his legs open as he dipped his fingers inside his hole, gathering up his slick and Gaz's cum before moving his hand to Gaz's neck, scooping up the rest of Soap's blood pooling there. Gaz watched, hypnotised, as Price brought his blood and cum covered fingers down to Gaz's hole. He circled the tight muscle once, twice, before slowly dipping the first finger inside of Gaz.Â
Gaz moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as Price's finger slipped inside of him, and Ghost took the opportunity to thrust forward, his cock sliding easily into Gaz's open mouth. Gaz gagged as Ghost bottomed out, his cock hitting the back of Gaz's throat, but he didn't stop, starting to thrust into Gaz's throat without mercy, one hand around Gaz's throat and the other on his shoulder, holding him down.Â
Gaz's entire body relaxed as Ghost fucked his throat, which let Price slip a second finger inside of him without much resistance. Gaz groaned, sending vibrations up Ghost's cock who held his throat tighter, squeezing as he growled, his fangs bared. Tears were forming in Gaz's eyes, running down his cheeks. He couldn't stop moaning, Price and Ghost's hands keeping him still.Â
"You're so good for us, pup. So pretty, taking Ghost's cock in your sweet little mouth," Price praised, curling his fingers so they brushed against Gaz's prostate. He cried out, muffled by Ghost's cock and his hand on his throat. He was seeing stars, his senses completely overwhelmed, and he was loving it. Soap scooted closer to them, running his hand over Gaz's chest soothingly.Â
Price was fucking him relentlessly with his fingers, hitting his prostate with every single stroke, and Gaz was reduced to a crying mess, silently begging for more, more. Thankfully, they knew exactly what he needed. With a quiet warning, Price slowly removed his fingers from Gaz's hole, letting Soap slick his cock up before he lined himself up and slowly sinking himself into Gaz's inviting heat.Â
Price's thick cock felt like it was splitting Gaz in two, and he took it gratefully, feeling how full he was now with both of their cocks inside of him. He knew none of them were going to last much longer now, they never did, especially when Soap leaned forward and took Gaz's half-hard cock in his mouth, pulling his foreskin down and swirling his tongue around the head. Gaz's abs clenched, his walls clenching around Price so hard he had to lean forward, using Soap for balance.Â
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his thrusts getting harder and deeper with every movement. Ghost was close as well, his thighs starting to shake as he thrust into Gaz's throat. Price moved his hand from Gaz's hip, finding Gaz's hand and threading their fingers together. The action grounded Gaz, bringing him back into the moment as he came without warning, Soap swallowing the little cum he had left in him. Ghost followed close behind, cuming down Gaz's throat with one final thrust, squeezing his throat tightly. He pulled out shortly after, leaning down to kiss Gaz, licking into his mouth and biting his lip.Â
"Are you going to let Price knot you like you deserve? You going to let him breed you like a good boy?" Ghost asked between kisses, hand letting go of Gaz's throat in favour of petting him gently. Gaz nodded eagerly, too fucked out to properly form words. Ghost smiled, sitting back and moving so he was holding Gaz to his chest. Soap moved to lay next to them, kissing Gaz's neck and chest as Price kept fucking into him.Â
Price's thrusts were relentless, his hand squeezing Gaz's hard as he fucked him. Deep growls were rumbling in his chest, his eyes glinting yellow as he came closer to his climax. Gaz could already feel the knot growing inside of him, catching on his rim with Price's thrusts. Gaz reached up with his free hand, cupping Price's jaw and pulling him closer, until their foreheads were touching.Â
"Breed me, sir. Please, I need it," he whined, rubbing his face against Price's neck. Price growled, his hands grabbing Gaz harder as his thrusts became faster and sloppier, until he came with a deep groan, his chest vibrating with possessive growls. Gaz could feel himself filling up with Price's cum, his chest filling with warmth at the thought as Price slumped into his chest, nuzzling his face into his neck.
"You did so well for us, pup. So good," Price said, kissing Gaz's jaw gently. Gaz was pinned between Ghost and Price, Soap still petting him gently. He was safe, and loved.
They lay there, the three of them holding him, stroking and kissing him until his eyes started to droop, waiting for Price's knot to come down. When it did, he climbed off of him, standing to retrieve a wet washcloth and a glass of water. Gaz chugged it gratefully as Price wiped up the blood and cum. When he was done he kissed Gaz's lips softly before leaving to return the washcloth.
Ghost gently rolled Gaz over onto his side, pulling him into his chest and burying his face in his hair. Soap scooted closer to them, slotting himself into Gaz's arms and cuddling closer to him, his tail curling around Gaz's leg protectively. The sight of them absolutely melted Price's heart when he returned, his pack curled up around each other, Ghost holding Gaz and Soap close while Soap peppered soft kisses on Gaz's forehead. Gaz was already falling asleep when Price climbed in behind Soap, pulling the duvet up to cover them before curling up against Soap's back, kissing the back of his head gently. The scent of his partners and the sound of their slowing heartbeats was the last thing Gaz remembered before drifting off into a calm, deep sleep.
