Cyril’s brain was barely working as he felt Elijah’s hands undoing the button of his pants, exhausted from a lack of sleep and not wanting to fight whatever he was planning to do. He’d been dealing with cramps and didn’t want to take painkillers but had eventually ended up with them getting shoved down his throat. Not that he minded, he would’ve continued being in pain if it were up to him.
He happily leaned back into Elijah as his partner slipped his hand into his pants, gently rubbing against his dick through his boxers, coaxing a quiet moan out of Cyril as he bucked into his hand for more stimulation.
“Cute, you’re already hard,” Elijah mused as he continued playing with the other, watching Cyril squirm.
“I’m not,” a moan interrupted his string of words, his head being tilted as he felt Elijah’s lips meet his own, his eyes fluttering shut as he kissed the other. He accepted there wasn’t anything to say as his partner’s hand slowly traveled under his boxer, fingers tracing over his dick, twitching from the simple touch before dipping into his cunt, coaxing another low moan out of him as Elijah began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of him. He could barely steady his hips, thrusting into Elijah’s hand with each painfully teasing movement.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased, pulling away from the kiss and leaving gentle pecks against Cyril’s neck, hearing an almost pathetic whimper. It was almost intoxicating, pulling his fingers from the warmth of his partner, removing them from his boxers and smirking at the glimmer of blood and wetness on his fingers, pressing them up to Cyril’s lips. “Clean it up.”
It was a command Cyril didn’t hesitate to obey, his tongue lolling out before Elijah shoved his fingers in his mouth, licking away the liquids on his fingers, the taste only turning him on further as Elijah slowly worked his pants off with the other hand.
“Good boy,” was all that was cooed into his ear as his jeans hit the floor, Elijah pulling his fingers out of Cyril’s mouth and adoring the whines that escaped. It didn’t take long before he fell into the bed as Elijah moved from behind him, a quiet laugh echoing in the room from his partner, leaving a faint smile on his lips.
“Can’t even sit up, big boy?” Elijah teased as he dipped to his knees between Cyril’s legs, slowly tugging his boxers off and discarding them as his eyes traced over the wetness, barely taking a moment before he began sucking on the hard nub that stood proudly in that moment.
Any response Cyril wanted to have was cut away by a gasp as he arched his back, fingers sinking into the sheets under him as Elijah playfully licked at his slit and dick. Each touch felt so desperately needed as Elijah teased his “erection”, each lick and bit of suction to it leaving his thighs shaking.
It was almost as if Elijah were a man finally getting to consume a treat he had been lusting over for years, his tongue quick with each movement, the silence of Cyril’s interrupted by a gasp every so often, spurring him even further. Eventually, his tongue dipped into the other, hungry licks coating his tongue in blood, the taste making the tightness of his jeans worse with each moment. Eventually, he raised his head, giving the other a grin, his mouth coated in the other’s blood.
Seeing Elijah covered in his blood only seemed to fluster Cyril, trying to avert his eyes but getting pulled back as he noticed Elijah getting back to his feet, slowly taking off his shirt before leaning down to kiss the other. Once again, the taste of his own blood seemed to get him riled up, a quiet moan vibrating in his throat as he reached up and tangled his fingers in Elijah’s hair to keep him close, barely realizing the other had gotten fully undressed until he felt the other’s dick pressing against him.
Slowly, Elijah pulled away from the kiss, smirking at both Cyril’s hesitance to let him and the sight of blood smeared across his face.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice quiet as he rubbed the tip against the slit of Cyril’s cunt, not hesitating the moment Cyril began nodding, a soft moan leaving his throat as he began to sink into the other. His eyes fluttered shut as he slowly thrusted in, his breath hitching as he bottomed out, gasping as he felt Cyril’s lips against his neck.
As he slowly began moving his hips, he felt Cyril’s teeth brush against the skin of the crook of his neck. A shaky moan was barely held back as Cyril sunk his teeth into the flesh, Elijah grinding his hips into him as a response. There was something painfully intoxicating in the way Cyril bit him, gripping the sheets beside his head as he continued thrusting, almost mindlessly rutting into him like an animal. As if Cyril brought out the worst in him.
There was almost a sort of popping noise as Cyril finally broke skin, blood rushing into his mouth and down Elijah’s shoulder as he continued fucking him, his hips moving almost erratically as Elijah’s head hung from the pain. The moan that left his lips felt almost sinful, his hips stuttering as he tried to ignore the dizzying array of sensations.
“F-Fuck me,” he hissed as he reached down to grab one of Cyril’s thighs, hiking his leg up as he began to pound into him, feeling Cyril slowly remove his teeth only to move further down his shoulder, lapping up blood and leaving Elijah feeling his climax arrive faster than he wanted. A growl left before he really thought about it, stalling once more to simply grind into Cyril, smirking at the man’s hesitance about biting once more as he moved his hand from his thigh to start rubbing his dick again.
It wasn’t as if he’d let Cyril make him cum before him, after all. He had a hell of an ego and nothing could break that, listening to Cyril’s whimpers, his walls clenching around Elijah’s dick from the added stimulation. Really, it was the last thing he really needed to finally be pushed over the edge, his mouth moving away from Elijah’s shoulder, blood and saliva dripping from his lips as he felt his own climax wash over him, riding it out as Elijah once again began thrusting.
Of course, as it prolonged Cyril began digging his nails into his partner’s back, once again making him let out an almost whoreish moan, watching with a sense of pride as Elijah bit his lip.
“You just- Fuck- Love fucking with me, don’tcha?” Elijah growled at him through gritted teeth, a dazed look in his eyes as his thrusts began to grow sloppy.
“Of course, Princess,” Cyril taunted before feeling the warmth of Elijah’s cum fill him, a satisfied moan leaving him, slowly letting him go. He began panting, a whine being the only noise he made as Elijah pulled out. Elijah, on the other hand, looked down at the other’s body with a clear look of pride, a smirk present on his face as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Cyril’s forehead.
“You look so hot like this,” he praised getting a huff from his partner.
“I just want a shower now.”