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                benedict hated this.  absolutely hated it.  let him be clear; he hates that he’s been without for so long.  hates that he’s basically been a hermit the last fifty or so years.  this —- this is definitely something he’s been missing out on.  henry was thoroughly skilled and it showed, that included now, as he uttered those words and it made the younger vampire clench his fists into the sheets.

                        ❝you keep doing what you’re doing and it won’t be long at all before you do.❞  he’s not entirely sure how wise it was to sass with his elder, but he’ll take the risk and see what comes of it.  he can feel every single inch of henry’s cock pounding away at his prostate and damn did it feel good.  though, while he hadn’t anticipated for any of this, he had no regrets.

                he could feel the snapping of henry’s hips as the thrusting became harder.  grunting, he didn’t bother to hold back on the noises as one particularly deep push slammed just right and he groaned, long and low, straight into the pillow.  if this was a hint of what’s to come; he’s definitely going to be coming back for it.  in repeated successions.  

               as if henry could sense how benedict was feeling—- he flipped the other from being on his stomach to his back, it was an effortless move, of course.  henry’s gaze was steady, locked with his, as their bodies continued to slap together and benedict let go, drowning in the sensations, head falling back as the elder vampire gripped his wrists, using them as leverage.

               benedict’s cock was aching and throbbing; he knew release was coming.  his chest was heaving and his fingers were flexing into his palms.  he caught that look on the elder’s face and gave a series of lower moans, focusing once more on keeping his eyes steeled on henry.  twitching, twitching harder and more frequently.

                       ❝fuck, fuck—- fuck!❞  he’s not typically one to swear during coitus; but this was something else.  this time was completely different.  shouting henry’s name, he explodes—- thick threads of hot seed splattering over henry’s chest and stomach, he felt the other wasn’t far behind him, clamping his hands into the elder’s shoulders and riding him through his own.  

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My muse has been pushing themselves too hard, forgoing sleep for days… and has just momentarily passed out because of it. Send me    ‘ I’ve got you! ‘     for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them before they hit the floor.  @vmpyrtm

            Cami was closing up the bar for the night. She had to clean it up again. After being attacked by Papa Tunde with Marcel, she had given the vampire some of her blood from her neck. She had made sure the door was locked, still, it seemed customers wanted in.

            She was placing a chair on the bar when she heard the bell. "I'm sorry, we're closed." is what she wanted to say when she turned, but Cami felt the ground coming toward her before she could get the words out. Instead, strong arms wrap around her, holding her up. The 'I've got you!' is barely heard. She reaches a handout and finally comes back. It's a face she's never seen before, but at the same time is grateful to.