His hands were cold against Elijah's skin, the nipping air leaving the man with goosebumps as he felt the other's clawed fingers trace patterns into the skin of his thighs. He shivered, feeling the warm breath of his partner on the nape of his neck, the feeling of his tongue flicking along the piercing situated there made him bite his lip, taking a deep gasp as the soft tingle of the other's acidic saliva hit him. Slowly, Elijah felt the other's hand move from beneath his skirt, gently pulling up his shirt, his fingers dragging along the skin of his stomach, leaving shallow cuts, blood pooling into them. A gentle whimper left the man's lips, his hand resting shakily over Cyril's urging him to pause. It took a moment, but his partner soon obliged, gently rubbing his finger pad against the bloody mess he left behind, bringing his fingers up to his lips and licking away the crimson liquid.
Elijah slowly turned his head to look at Cyril, a shaky grin crossing his face as he planted a kiss against Cyril's lips. There was an indescribable emotion as he tasted his own blood, feeling Cyril pull him closer until he couldn't escape if he tried. He felt like a trapped animal, his heart pounding as he realized he was simply this man's prey. He gasped for breath, gripping onto Cyril's shirt staring up at the other's half lidded eyes, almost piercing into his soul before feeling his hands gently lift his head, staring at the branches above them, the stars glittering betweens the boughs as he felt the other's teeth against his neck, gritting his teeth as he felt a searing pain course up his body. Small, serrated teeth pierced through the skin, blood dripping down his collarbone, warm but quickly cooled by the night air. His vision slowly unfocused, gripping onto Cyril's hair, the other's tongue nimbly cleaning away the blood, grounding him to the moment.
He couldn’t help but notice how soft Cyril’s hair was as his mind faded slightly, the pain dulling yet still clouding his mind, pleasurable in a sense he couldn’t quite describe. The prick of Cyril’s claws against his hips made him gasp as he stared at the other, his eyes locking with his partner’s worried gaze.
“Did- Did somethin’ happen?” Elijah asked, slowly removing his fingers from Cyril’s hair, wincing as he clasped his hand over the bite on his neck, the pain finally catching up to him.
“You looked like you were about to faint,” Cyril mumbled, kissing Elijah’s forehead.
The gentle sensation made him giggle, running his fingers through Cyril’s tousled hair, looking into the other’s eyes. He couldn’t help but get lost in his gentle gaze, his long lashes casting over beautifully hazel irises, squinted in concern for Elijah, thick brows creasing his smooth, pale skin as he gently squished Elijah’s cheeks with one hand.
“Why are you giggling?” He asked, snapping Elijah out of his dazed state, causing him to hold back another wave of laughter.
“You’re just bein’ so cute,” he purred in response, leaning his head into the other’s hand, giving him a cocky smile. Such a simple action was all it really took to get a growl to emerge from Cyril’s throat, pressing his lips against Elijah’s almost hard enough to bruise the other’s lips, though Elijah was more than excited by the action, eagerly leaning into the kiss, his eyes closing as he gently parted his lips, feeling Cyril’s tongue in his mouth. A shiver ran up his spine, blood rushing towards his loins as he felt the warmth of the other’s long tongue, finding its way through his mouth, a small reminder of just how far out of his mind Cyril was at that very moment. Though, Elijah wouldn’t complain, having a known habit of cutting himself solely to trigger off Cyril’s bloodlust.
He felt light headed from the lingering kiss, Cyril’s hands pulling up his shirt once more, the thin fabric making way for the cool night air to hit his thin frame, his partner’s fingers tracing his ribs before he felt his gentle touch around his nipples, making his body jolt into his touch. A soft moan escaped him, Cyril pulling away from the kiss, strings of saliva connecting their lips still, Cyril’s tongue lolling out of his mouth, Elijah trying to catch his breath as he watched the other lick his lips.
A gasp made its way through his throat as he felt Cyril’s tongue drag along his chest, a gentle whimper escaping him as he averted his eyes from the other’s actions, a dark red blush covering his cheeks before feeling his tongue quickly dart across his nipple, the man’s hand gently pinching the other one.
Elijah couldn’t stop the noises that escaped him feeling his partner gently suck at his chest. He dug his nails into the tree he leaned on, whimpering as his chest raised against his will into Cyril’s touch. He covered his mouth as he heard Cyril chuckle, pressing his legs together, leaking precum that soaked the thin panties he had decided to wear originally as ammo to tease Cyril. Slowly, Cyril’s tongue dragged down Elijah’s body, lapping at the scratches he had left, holding the other still as Elijah squirmed.
“C-Cy-” He whined, “Ngh- S-Stop teasin’.” He still couldn’t meet Cyril’s eyes, feeling the other’s smile against the skin of his stomach. His fingers dug harder into the tree, chipping the paint on his nails and leaving scratches on the tips of his fingers. The sound of the other’s chuckle sent another wave of heat between his legs, leaving him whimpering once more as he tried to squirm out of the other’s grip.
“Where are you trying to go?” Cyril taunted, slowly running his hand up Elijah’s thigh, rubbing small circles on his inner thigh carefully hiking up his skirt. “I thought you wanted this.”
Elijah felt his muscles reflexively twitch away from Cyril’s touch, biting his lip, embarrassment flooding his brain as he tried to think of a snarky reply, coming up short before whining out a pathetic “I-I do.”
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” His tone was nothing short of mocking the other and Elijah couldn’t deny it was getting him worked up, knowing what the other wanted from him and yet still having just enough pride to hesitate before feeling a sharp scratch into his thigh, a moan escaping his lips.
“Please fuck me, Cyril, G-God just fuck me already,” he let the words tumble from his lips, hearing Cyril huff in pride before hooking his fingers around the waistband of the panties Elijah wore, slipping them off him before admiring them for a moment.
“How cute,” he murmured, solely to watch Elijah’s embarrassed reaction from his words. He took his time, continuing to simply tease Elijah, kissing along his thighs before finally placing his lips against the shaft of his cock, slowly licking up the length, teasing the piercing at the tip with his tongue, listening to Elijah try his best to keep quiet, squirming around before he pulled away, hearing him whine in displeasure.
“Cy, that’s so mean,” he whimpered, glaring at the other, though Cyril just found the expression cute.
“Fine, fine,” Cyril responded before gently wrapping his hand around the other’s cock, jerking him off for the time being. “You’ve been behaving for this long,” he purred as he rubbed his thumb over the still leaking tip of the other, watching his face contort into a look of pleasure before he stopped for a moment, gently spinning Elijah so his chest was the to the tree, beginning to jerk him off again before placing two finger against Elijah’s lips. He parted them slightly before purring “Say aah~”, Elijah opening his mouth just enough to let Cyril slide his fingers into it, sucking on them as he rutted into Cyril’s hand, the behavior making Cyril momentarily stop.
He pulled his fingers out of Elijah’s mouth, leaving him whining from the lack of contact, but feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up as Cyril quietly praised him with a “Good boy.” He had to admit, a little praise did go a long way with him.
Feeling Cyril slide a finger into him, Elijah bit his lip, quietly moaning as he heard Cyril unzip his pants. The slow, methodic motions drove him mad, wanting more but feeling Cyril insert a second finger just as he was about to complain. He pressed his forehead into his forearm, hiding his face from the other as he bit his lip to stifle a moan. He felt Cyril curl his fingers slightly, coaxing a moan out of him from the added stimulation before the other slowly pulled his fingers out.
“H-Hurry up,” Elijah whined, making Cyril huff before prodding at the other’s entrance, using a hand to hold Elijah’s waist, nesting his lips in the crook of Elijah’s neck before slowly thrusting into him. A soft whimper made itself known before Cyril gently trailed kisses along Elijah’s shoulder, gently nibbling on him as he fully sheathed himself inside the other.
He gave Elijah a moment to adjust to his size, feeling his partner’s slender hand grip onto his hair before pulling him into a kiss. Cyril slowly grinded his hips into Elijah’s, eagerly kissing him back before he slowly began to thrust his hips, smirking as Elijah moaned into the kiss.
“F-Fuck, Cyril,” he moaned, breaking away from the kiss for a moment before getting pulled back in, feeling Cyril dig his nails into his hips almost hard enough to break skin, moving his hips into the other with each slow thrust. It was almost excruciatingly painful how much Cyril still managed to tease him, though it was clear he was slowly growing to want his own needs fulfilled. It didn’t take much from Elijah beyond a few pathetic whimpers to get him to pull away from the kiss, growling as he began humping into the other at a quickened pace, earning a gasp from his partner before a few short moans rang in his ears. He sank his teeth into Elijah’s shoulder, tasting the metallic sting of his blood, only riling himself up more.
He removed his teeth from the wound, wiping away the blood from his face and from Elijah’s shoulder before trailing his hand down to the other’s cock, using the crimson liquid as lube as he began stroking him in time with each thrust. He couldn’t help but revel in the string of curses that fell from Elijah’s lips as the pleasure seemed to reduce him to only being able to moan and cry out Cyril’s name.
Cyril seemed proud of himself, gently wrapping his hand around Elijah’s neck as he sped up his thrusts, in turn stroking faster.
“Such a good boy,” he purred into Elijah’s ear, “You’re taking me so well, you know.” That seemed to work the other up, Elijah biting his lip to try to quiet himself. “Come on,” Cyril continued, “Moan for me, sweetheart. You know you want to.” It was after that Cyril began to thrust more harshly, hitting the perfect spot to make Elijah cry his name, spurring him on to continue the action, proud of the reaction he earned.
It didn’t take much longer before Elijah began stammering out, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” which was only encouraged by Cyril’s only increasingly wilder thrusts, growing closer to an orgasm himself.
“Cum for me,” he muttered into Elijah’s ear, which seemed to be the tipping point for him, his hips jolting as he came, not long after feeling the hot sensation of Cyril finishing inside him, a final moan escaping him, catching his breath for a moment before feeling Cyril slowly pull out.
“You did so well,” Cyril praised him as he pulled Elijah into his chest. Elijah couldn’t help the tired smile that curled onto his lips, resting his head on Cyril’s shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Cyril hummed. “Now let’s get home and get you cleaned up.”
“Only if you carry me.”
“Of course.”