Chapter Willan #3
Tonight, he’s the one in charge. He’s the one offering me the world.
Tonight, he’s got me.
He strips me with barely restrained need, leading us back to the bed. Once I’m lying there, naked beside him, his mouth finds me again. Only, it’s not the same hungry kisses. Before I can begin to kiss him back, he’s ghosting soft kisses over my cheeks, and my eyelids.
He moves down my body, goosebumps erupting over my skin.
Sitting on my thighs, his hands sweep over me, stroking, squeezing, moulding and pinching me everywhere.
And his mouth—dear Gods, his mouth. A nip here, hard suction there, a tongue licking a wet path, followed by teeth grazing the oversensitised flesh.
All so quick, so much, I can’t catch them all.
It just feels. He’s everywhere, all at once.
Except the one place I need him to be. His thumbs graze my balls as they skim up the seam of my thighs, teasing my taint. His curls dance over my shaft as he presses open mouth kisses to my hip bones. His crown bumps against my crown as he licks across my stomach.
“Nikolo—” I growl, my hands grasping uselessly at the bed, my feet digging to find some sort of purchase so I can chase his mouth, his hands, anything to get some kind of friction on my dick.
I’m so hard I swear I’m going to come before I can even get inside him.
Or he gets inside me. Right now I don’t care how it happens. I just need... I need… I need…
Tight, slick, heat engulfs my dick and I just about cry from how incredible it feels.
Sinking back into the bed, I’m ready to be consumed as Nikolo’s feast—in so many ways.
Nikolo works me over, his head bobbing up and down, laving my leaking crown with his tongue, twisting his fist around my shaft, before he swallows me down again.
Up and down, until I can feel the bundle of pleasure building low in my spine grow bigger and bigger.
“Fuck, Nikolo. It’s so good. Too good. Going to—going to—gonna—” A slick finger slips between my cheeks, tapping against my hole. “Yessss.” I hiss, letting my legs fall open to give him more room.
His finger teases the rim, until I’m soft and pliant and he’s sinking inside.
Happy moans of pleasure vibrate around my cock, once again threatening to tip me over the edge.
Nikolo plunges his finger inside me again and again, until I’m open enough for a second, and then a third until I’m thrashing against the sheets.
“That’s right, baby, open up for me, so I can fill you up. Doing so good, baby.” His praise is mouthed against my hip, where he’s moved so I don’t blow too soon, nibbling and kissing, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise.
Blearily, I raise my head to look at him.
His back is arched, firm, round ass swaying in the air while he loves on me, his hair a wild tangle of knots and curls.
He catches me looking, smiling up at me with swollen lips, just as slick as my ruddy cock against his cheek.
Holding my eyes, he plunges his fingers deep, stretching out his tongue to catch the pre-cum leaking from my head.
“You ready?” He asks, licking at his lips.
I nod so fast the world spins. It’s okay, though, because Nikolo is moving, rolling on top of me, keeping me in my place. Gods, it feels good to surrender to him. Surrender to this moment and everything in it.
The head of his cock taps against my hole, almost slipping inside. I wind my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders, letting my fingers tangle in the curls of his nape. With one hand bracing him above me, the other snakes between us to steady himself as he sinks inside me.
Nikolo’s eyes never waver. They keep my sight locked on him. His fangs are sharper now, and I can see them clearly when he gnashes his teeth as he bottoms out. I want to feel them in me, too. Feel him pulling from my neck as he fucks me.
I tilt my head to the side in invitation and his eyes dip from my face to stare hungrily at the throbbing vein I know he can sense. The longer he stares, the hungrier he becomes and the more feral and uncontrolled his thrusts become.
He pulls back, till he’s almost withdrawn entirely before his hips snap back, filling me again, and again, pummelling my prostate. I can’t keep my eyes open to watch him anymore. My eyes roll back and I melt, meeting his bucking hips with the same fierceness.
Each thrust drags his belly over my cock, pre-cum slickening the movement, drawing breathless whimpers from my lungs.
A snarl is my only warning before Nikolo drops his chest to mine, burrowing his head in the crook of my neck. I can feel the tension in his thighs as he switches from driving thrusts to deep, rolling grinds that have stars exploding behind my eyes.
His forearms bracket me tight, holding me close. It’s about to happen. My body is coiled tight, desperate to feel everything. Obviously holding himself back, taking his time, Nikolo’s lips brush back and forth, up the length of my neck, before his teeth follow the same path.
Once. Twice.
And then, he bites.
I cry out with a sharp gasp. The pain and the pleasure is overwhelming.
Never once does he stop fucking me, though he does slow down as he sucks the blood from the wound he’s made.
It’s different this time, only a subtle shift.
But like all magic, it’s about the intention.
I cant my hips to meet his slow rolls. Nikolo’s lips mould themself to the shape of my neck.
Each swallow is loud, gulping me down like he doesn’t want to lose a drop.
“Nikolo…” Arching my hips I beg for what I need. And he gives it to me, fucking into me with renewed focus.
The bite on my neck and the pleasure coiling through me winds together, building until the pressure is too much and I burst with a strangled cry that almost tears him from my neck.
Crushed between us, my dick jerks, coating our stomachs with spurt after spurt of my cum.
My body's spasms trigger Nikolo’s orgasm.
I didn’t know he could latch on any harder to my neck, but he does, biting down harder with his final thrust. I’m too wrapped up in the pleasure assailing my body to notice the pain of it.
Nikolo pulls out of my ass. It’s the last thing I really register.
He doesn’t move off me, though, and he doesn’t leave me.
He just keeps draining me through it all, leaving me to float in the unimaginable softness of the world.
Luckily my eyes are closed, because even without seeing, I know the edges of the world have begun to go black.
Everything just feels different, my body feels weightless, and yet, made of solid lead.
I am here, and yet I’m gone. I teeter in a liminal space—everything and nothing all at once.
The only thing that’s real, is Nikolo.
Until he begins to fade, too.
“Willan! Willan! Baby, you need to listen. You need to drink now.”
Home calls to me. It’s hard to focus in the strange place I find myself drifting in. It’s warm here. And impossibly dark. But safe. Nothing can touch me here. Except home.
Home is pressing against my lips. Something bright and sweet. I open my mouth to a flood. It coats my tongue, sparking something at the first touch.
Knowledge. Hunger.
I need more; I need it all.
Fastening my lips to the source, I suck like it’s the fountain of life. I think it could very well be. The guttural grunt feels like it comes from me, but it doesn’t sound like me at all. I bat away the thought and suck harder.
My mouth hurts. No. My teeth, my teeth hurt.
My chest hurts, too, an empty ache that feels like it can only be fixed by the delicious taste of whatever I’m drinking.
Something—a hand? Definitely a hand, strokes my hair, reminding me of the existence of the rest of my body.
Arms and legs, hands and feet. I have them all.
As I remember their existence, I can feel the body beneath me. Home.
“That’s it, baby. I got you. Keep going.”
A hand runs down my spine. Gods, it feels so, so good, I lean into the touch.
The more I drink, the better I feel. Less floaty, more real. The world becomes tangible again and the taste in my mouth is less ethereal.
It’s still delicious, though.
And Home. Home is… Home is Nikolo.
My eyes spring open, and I instantly regret it. The lamps are brutally bright after swimming in an ocean of black. Nikolo’s wrist is against my teeth—my sharp fangs—and his blood is in my mouth. I try to pull off, to say something, anything, but he doesn’t let me, holding his wrist firm.
“You’re back. I’m so glad you’re back. Don’t talk yet. Just drink.”
My eyes adjust enough to see the pink tracks streaking from his eyes. Dried tears while he waited for me. A slight tremor rocks my hand and I feel unsteady. My body feels both familiar and brand new, but I still reach up to stroke the remnants of his fear.
The last thing I can remember is him fucking me into oblivion, and his mouth on me.
He’s moved us—wrangled us beneath the comforter, my body next to his, tangled together so he can hold me.
It can’t be comfortable to hold his arm the way he is to feed me, but he does it willingly, watching me so intently I think he can see all the way to my spirit.
I drink until the aching pit in my chest eases and he finally lets me detach.
“How do you feel?” He asks, hands stroking my body tenderly.
“I… I think okay?” I try moving, but it feels remarkably similar to when I was sick all those months ago and Nikolo took care of me. At the memory my eyes begin to burn, Nikolo’s beautiful face turning a blurry pink.
“Fuck—Willan, what’s wrong?” Nikolo grabs my shoulders in his panic, shaking me softly like he can dislodge the emotions from my brain.
“I…” I try to take a breath and realise I can’t. It makes the tears come harder. “I’m never going to have your mum’s tea again.” I wail, collapsing against him, biting my lips in the process with my new fangs.
“Oh, baby.” Nikolo wraps me tightly against him, tucking my head under his chin. I feel like an idiot. A loved idiot, but a loved idiot all the same. “I get it.”
He lets me cry, holding me and making soothing noises until I get it all out.
“It feels really fucking weird to not breathe. Like, I knew that it would but I didn’t understand.” I mumble against his chest, wet with fresh tears.
“Yeah. There’s going to be a lot of that.” He kisses the top of my head, then presses a cheek against the spot. “But I’ll be here to help, no matter what.”
He lets go just enough for me to look at him, and press a kiss to the smear of blood on his jaw. “You’ve got me?”
Nikolo squeezes my ass playfully, hauling me back up higher so we’re face to face.
“Yeah. I’ve got you.” He kisses me softly. “Forever.”
My heart thuds hard enough for him to feel, I think. Inexplicable rightness washes over me. No matter what I’ve given up, it’s nothing compared to what is before me.
“Forever and ever.”
The end.
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