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A snippet from another work in progress from a fic prompt. Vampire Jamie/Vampire Malcolm/You was the prompt. The snippet is smutty, but not explicit. Yet :p
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“How about a wee sip before bed?” Jamie's voice followed his arm as it snaked up and around your waist. “Just a taste. A bite.” He was being honest about it only being a bite – you'd fed Malcolm properly this morning and didn't have the strength to fully feed two vampires in one day. Both were old enough to not require daily feedings thankfully.
You leaned back into his touch and felt his tongue touch your neck when a blast of air heralded the inhumanly fast arrival of Malcolm. “If he's getting' a fucking taste, then I want one too.”
They could have started fighting at that point, but it was late and you knew what a “small taste” meant to these two vampires: Sex. The taste of your blood while you were aroused would send the vampire who was drinking into a state of painful arousal themselves, a state that would then lead on to some of the most intense sex you'd ever experienced.
An old memory of a night came to mind; Malcolm had tasted you, turned away and shared a savage kiss with Jamie – sharing your blood with him – and then the two of them had fallen onto the bed next to you and coupled violently. Moaning and screaming and gasping, the two vampires shook the bed almost to breaking point and you hadn't been able to stop the low moan that escaped you when they howled through their orgasms. It had been feral, inhuman, and so erotic to see that you were painfully wet and throbbing when both turned to see you.
A few minutes later you'd been lying in Malcolm's arms while Jamie used his tongue and fingers to bring you to a shuddering climax.
Tonight though, Malcolm seemed to have a slightly different idea.
“Love”, he said, leaning in as if to kiss you. “Lie down.”
