The fallen king

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The vampire’s eyes sparkle, just the tiniest of flickers of light reflected in them before his eyelids fall half shut. He does as instructed, lazily trailing his fingers over the warmed flesh but hardly caring enough to make his touch any more focused. “Rrr.... so easy to get you all hot and bothered~” His tones carries an underlying tint of playfulness and a hella lot more than just a tint of blatant teasing. His hand travels to his lips, teeth biting down at his knuckles and a few shamless moans slips his lips.

He’s clearly not all that patient, a hand gripping the vampire’s hip and shoving him with fair force onto his side. Attentive eyes scan his expression, he knows when to back off or ease up, and providing he gets none of the cues to stop, Dio’s flipped onto his back again. He’s far more interested in a view of his face compared to watching the arches of his spine. 

There is a difference between trying to legitimately piss Ice off and just riling him up like he’s doing right now. And so he struggles, weakly of course, but at the same there is a crooked smile pulling at his lips and making his eyes crinkle in the corners. 

The vampire huffs when the contact ceases and he stays down for a little while longer. However, he wouldn’t disobey an order, and besides that, he really wants it, but he’d be damned if he at least wouldn’t try making this go his way. Eventually the vampire sits up, on his knees and playing with the hem of his shirt, a hand strays under it occasionally only little moans indicating what he’s really doing. This part of the show doesn’t last long and soon enough he’s turning around and flopping down onto his front, ass hiked high in the air, his hands now moving to dip under his trousers, clearly teasing himself but doing nothing about removing the rest of his clothes. His tail keeps flicking, raised high in the air.

Suddenly the other man isn’t interested in cuddles and the vampire hisses, clearly displeased with loss of contact. However, the words bring a brighter shade of red to his cheeks, eyes sparkling and lips parted, he gives a few weak squirms to get them back to being essentially joined at the hip. “I don’t need you to be gentle.” He knows that Ice’s gentleness is a sure way to have him losing his mind and besides, he’s not going to go down that easily, fangs shown in a light snarl.

“Mmmm and which answer would get you more riled up~?” He’s a tease, he has always been one and this will not change any time soon. One cold hand snucks under Ice’s shirt, sharp claws drawing patterns over his skin.  “What would you say If I told you I couldn’t help it but do something about all that tension? Or if I told you I knew nothing could satisfy my as well as you do so I’ve waited?”

He lets the contact break, a hum given in response to Ice’s words and only once he starts moving away after the kiss does the vampire grabs him and pulls him back roughly. A hand at the nape of his neck keeps his prey steady as Dio roughly assaults his lips, pushing in and demanding more, little growls coming between huffs of cold air. After a while his feroricty dissipates and the kiss melts into something less aggressive, ending with a little nibble to his lower lip.

Definitely no objections are given although getting carried around like a sack of potatoes brings a few disapproving hufs and growls out of him. However, all is forgiven the moment they are back to cuddling, a few, this time dissapointed, whines come when his range of movement gets limited. The hug is returned, Dio more or less calming down after a few moments. “I needed this...” Sure he missed it but the separation was borderline painful and for a few moments his arms tighten around the other man.

He’s happy to stay like that, a few gentle nips offered and light drags of his claws, just firm enough to have the vampire arch against him. No need for words in the slightest, other than the odd vaguely canine huff and chesty rumbles.

The vampire seems to be having problems with keeping still, more than happy to have his partner back. He’s now wriggling far more vigorously, making sure his scent gets evenly spread all over the other’s body. The nips are returned, firmer and leaving bruises. Dio seems to be trying to make up for the lost time, turning their cuddle three times as intense and enthusiastic as they usually are.

After a few weeks of feeling like he had fleas whenever he got in close proximity to the vampire, he was about ready to howl in distress. He shifts closer and wraps his arms around Dio’s shoulders and tugs him close, just for a few moments. When it seems the ill effects of contact were gone, he only cuddles closer, burying his chin against the crook of Dio’s neck. He never thought he’d miss the mild scent of death, but he finds himself taking a few deep breaths of the familiar scent, unwilling to let go.

The vampire is soudly asleep but soon enough the warmth becomes enough to have him wake up, a realization of the situation hitting him hard. A few vigorous squirms later he’s chest to chest with the other man, limbs tightly wrapped around him and loud chirps and purrs coming from him.

He considers his options but deeming the armchair too small for the two of them to be perfectly comfortable, the vampire picks a blanket and seats himself down on the pillows still lying on the floor from before. Dio stays quiet the only movement from him being steady flicks of the tip of his tail, a somewhat nostalgic mood taking over him.

The vampire just nods, making a gesture for Ice to go ahead. Which gives him the opportunity to 'honk' his ass one last time. Eventually he follows, letting the other dry him more or less before he pulls something more comfortable on. "Can we for now get back downstairs? I think it would be nice to sit by the fireplace for a bit longer." And also the cake is waiting for them there.

The vampire is a little surprised with what he sees in the mirror but soon it brings a smile to his lips. However, the 'decoration' is rather shortlived, Dio shaking his head vigorously and sending the foam flying in every direction. Turning around he gets some of it onto Ice's nose in retaliation. Lathering his palms, Dio smooths them over those parts of the other man that are above the water and after some consideration, a squeeze to Ice's left pectoral is given, a distinct 'honking' sound following.

"Deal." Even though its going to be more groping than actual washing. For now however, the vampire relaxes, eventually easing into the water fully. Every time the touch turns more teasing, he chirps delighted but doesn't beg for more, happy to keep the contact more or less chaste. He likes how soapy skin feels against his and he certainly loves how Ice's hands feel moving all over his body. After a while he simple seats himself down, close but facing away from the other man, his attention completely focused on those delightful bubbles and a length of damp, ginger fluff moving just below the water surface.

He is soon joined by the vampire, already nude. Dio gets the water running, temperature definitely on the warmer side, and generously adds their choice specific, bubbles already starting to form. Soon enough the vampire steps into the tub, rather apprehensive to get his tail wet so for now he simply kneels with his butt hiked high in the air, waiting for the other man to join him. Of course he has some hidden agenda, never one to willingly agree to a bath, and true intent is made clear the moment Ice slips into the water and then gets an overly affectionate kitten all over himself. "Mmm... why don't you give your pet a good scrub? Hmm~?"