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Draluc sped through the office, careful to avoid the subordinates that tried to stop him. Their youthful faces were marked by either concern or confusion since their captain's normal pale face was suddenly flushed pink. His collar, usually worn tidy, was now disheveled, exposing an equally red neck. The only response he gave to their greetings was a loud huff. No matter who approached him, they were passed right by, seemingly afraid to even touch them.
“Captain!”
Michaela came up from behind with Draluc’s armadillo he’d be taking care of for the weekend clutched to his chest. Their expressions also held concern, but Draluc didn't wait for Michaela to say anything else. He hunched over as he held out his hand and ordered them to stop: “Don’t come any closer! I know what I’m doing; I’ve got it under control!”
“But—”
“That’s an order, Michaela!”
Michaela gaped before literally biting back his words with a bite to his lip. In his arms John pawed at him with a pitiful ‘Nyunu’, desperate to return to his master’s side.
“....Take good care of John, and don’t let anyone near my office.” Draluc gave one final look at John before he turned and left the open-office floor, leaving behind baffled subordinates and an unsettled Michaela.
“It’s nothing, the captain’s just….” Michaela paused. All around him, his coworkers were silent. The majority of people hadn’t any clue of the racket, still a few looked at him with curiosity. Michaela hung his head as he pet the armadillo in his hands. like that, he explained to his coworkers, and reassured himself and John,
“He’s just dealing with an unfortunate circumstance.”
That being: Forced, insatiable arousal
Draluc practically used up all the speed he could find in himself to charge into the private office. The sound of the slamming door was swiftly followed by the lock, then of his body leaning into it with a miserable sigh, the clinking of his uniform waist-belt, and heavy panting. The moment the belt hit the ground with another clack, the originally quiet office filled with a myriad of other sounds.
He choked back a low groan in his throat. His body was burning to get his clothes off faster as every sensitive part of him was screaming to be touched. Any sense of reason to try and stifle this amount of lust was being eaten away, and he was left feeling as though he were a cup of water that was just filled over the edge, held from spilling over by tension alone. If he were to turn tail back into the halls he’d end up bumping into someone, a subordinate trying to offer a helping hand. He couldn’t dare chance his glass turning over.
“Damn it damn it damn it….”
Draluc had never treated his own clothes so rough before. His squirming about was more like trying to tear them off. When he finally got his collar loose, the office was made stuffy by the heat that escaped like steam, and he could see his hard nipples through his dark undershirt. He couldn’t help but swallow hard. His chest burned to an unbearable degree; if he were to tweak them just a pinch, his own limbs would go limp from over-sensitivity. But that wasn’t first priority, it was more important he assessed lower-down ….
The state of his half-hard member was fine for the moment, thanks to the loosened uniform, otherwise he’d have been forced to resign. Within his prepped ass, his prostate begged to be massaged by sending him wave after wave of near orgasmic shocks to his brain, that subsequently washed over his whole body. Muscle’s trembled; Blood raced; His body arched. A surge of memories, physical memories, from previous prostate orgasms rushed him in that moment, and Draluc couldn’t keep himself standing anymore— nor keep the insane desire for that experience at bay.
He tore open his under uniform, starting from the belt. Though as he did, his rolling eyes caught a glimpse of a silhouette, and he realized then that his office wasn’t empty.
Hands stopped, and his head lifted.
“......Sorry, I—”
Ronaldo, at a complete loss of what else to do, gawked— from Draluc’s office chair, to be exact. In his hand was a cookie he’d been snacking on, and on the desk a pen with a stack of papers. He very well could have been writing his autobiography. Peacefully. At least until Draluc barged in without even noticing him.
Woah, should Draluc pray Ronaldo wouldn’t write about what he just saw first now?
“It appears I should leave…? I—I—I—I promise I didn't mean to look!”
Draluc focused on Ronaldo, a vampire lord under his supervision after being released by the VRC. He focused on how the rest of the cookie was shoved into his mouth even as he continued to apologize, and the distinct definition of his muscles as he scooped up all the supplies off the desk. It demonstrated just how much arm strength he had. His collar that Draluc had straightened for him was undone to reveal bulging pecs. Vampiric hormones fluttered about with his voice before Draluc’s eyes, but only the former realized that. Draluc’s throat went dry, and he found himself thirsty for the vampire before him— the strong, rugged, pretty-faced man.
Perhaps his dick could also be described with those first two adjectives?
Draluc’s hands let go of his belt. Able to support himself and start forward at the sight of Ronaldo becoming even more flustered. In one hand, the vampire’s face was much warmer to the touch than usual, and in the other he explored Ronaldo’s chest, ever so slightly testing its power. It made a spot deep within him tremble. He wanted to know what it would be like to be taken by this guy, he wanted a taste of that strength, or perhaps to be torn apart.
“Dral?”
Ronaldo didn’t know what had happened. Since the day they had been partnered (which wasn’t that long ago) he had never seen Draluc like this. The caresses on his face turned to little pats, that he let out two sharp hisses against. Though he wasn’t in any pain, Ronaldo was still surprised.
“Not too bad to look at, eh vampire?” Draluc’s face was so close. Naturally Ronaldo tried to back away, but his head hit the back of the desk chair. Without an escape, Draluc closed in. His breath was heavy, and the damp heat from panting hung on the others lips. It delivered to the pure vampire a sensation he couldn’t understand. His muscular body was frozen, fixed in the chair by such a weak dhampir.
Their noses met and golden eyes were reflected back in Ronaldo's own. Draluc seized his face to keep the other’s gaze straight as if he were charmed.
“Vampire Ronaldo…. You’ve been deemed an asset to the Control Division, right?”
Draluc spoke softly, and though his voice was hazy, the undeniable strength of his words silenced Ronaldo who only stared back.
“I, as the Captain of the Vampire Control Division, am commandeering your body.”
Ronaldo felt pain at his waist. Draluc, without him knowing, had pressed a knee between his legs.
“Ha……”
Draluc was on the desk, legs spread, clothes on the floor save for his stockings. Two fingers of his were scooping lube into his hole, which made a wet squelch every time they entered. A noise far too loud for an otherwise empty office. He struggled to finger himself, as pleasure shot to his brain every time he pressed against his prostate. His dick stood at attention as he moaned from the stretch. The feeling of long anticipated pressure and resulting overreaction had Draluc go from his usual slow and sensual style of masturbation to fast and sloppy in no time. His legs involuntarily jerked together and his toes curled as more and more pleasure set his nerves ablaze. The only thing he could focus on was how good he was making himself feel.
Reckless in abandon, he gouged himself out; nearing on mauling compared to how different he had done it in the past. The gradual climb in sensitivity left him unable to utter a sound, leaving all moans trapped in his throat. His hips twitched and spasmed in out of tempo, unclear if they were trying to resist or chase his fingers. One thing was clear, however: he could take three fingers now, and they desperately pawed and massaged, pushing out lube in their wake. Like that, he bent one leg up and let the other dangle with a sway off the desk.
Though they tried to close, Draluc always forced his own legs back open to show off exactly what he was doing to the eyes of the vampire before him. Ronaldo sat nearly embedded in the chair, taking nervous gulp after nervous gulp. Draluc eyed him as he tried to turn away to no success. No matter what he tried his gaze was fixed on either Draluc’s lower half, his exposed nipples, or his pleasured face. And every time Draluc cried out, he’d shudder with such a helpless and pitiful expression. Even his hands were balled into uneasy fists. It was the first time he had ever seen something like this, and he looked like a cornered rabbit.
Draluc’s eyes traveled lower, and he smirked. In between gasps he drew out, “You’re hard, Bunny.”
Ronaldo shook as he stared, wide-eyed at Draluc, who noticed there wasn’t a hint of lust in those clear-blues, but Draluc hardly cared.
“I, I still think…. I can’t…. I shouldn't…. I….”
“Ha….You’ve seen it all now.” Draluc stretched out a leg and pressed his foot against Ronaldo’s half-hard dick. Even through pants he could make out the surprising bulk of it. Hole and throat clenched, and he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
Ronaldo arched, hands grabbing hold of Draluc’s foot as he begged the other to not do this: “W-Nn… We can’t do this sort of thing….”
In spite of that worthless excuse, Draluc imitated a hand as he stroked his foot up down the clothed bulge. From that little stimulus alone, the young vampire couldn’t restrain his panting, nor keep his hips from bucking.
“I told you, I’m commandeering your body.”
Draluc suddenly stomped his foot, causing Ronaldo to seize with a pained cry. Allowing Draluc to see all of his pretty flushed red face.
“Therefore, If I want you hard, you’ll get hard, Ronaldo.”
Draluc pulled out his fingers to lift himself up towards Ronaldo. He wouldn’t have been able to climax with fingers alone anyway, plus the heat underneath his foot left him breathless. Something like that beat out the entirety of his well curated collection several times over….. His face twitched from the realization. A dhampir driven mad from excitement.
Draluc dragged himself off the table and onto the vampire’s lap. He nipped at Roonaldo’s ear as he opened his pants, all the while his partner tossed out incoherent sounds and strange yelps. His hands held Draluc, but couldn’t find the strength to throw him off. He could only babble as he lowered his head to witness Draluc open his pants, pull them down, and grab his dick with the remnants of lube still on the other’s fingers.
“You get hard fast huh….”
“D—Don’t say that in my ear!!”
“I can put it in like this.”
“What?! No?!!”
Draluc ignored him and gave his lips an impatient lick before he positioned himself above Ronaldo’s cock. “You might kill me…. This inside me might very well kill me.”
The captain swayed his hips and gently ground himself against the tip as he instinctively called for Ronaldo to thrust up. Yet the young vampire didn’t know what to do. They didn’t have that kind of relationship…. He couldn’t go through with it, and yet he couldn't escape Draluc’s gaze— it really was like he was being hypnotized. Ronaldo began to cry.
Caught up in the thrill, Draluc didn’t register the distress. He angled the cock with his hands, giddy to ever so slowly take a seat— just the tip alone inside had them both gasping in shock. Draluc straightened from feeling heat pour into him. A squeeze that made his walls tighten subconsciously and led to an intense, painful pleasure. A forceful stretch never before experienced that had Draluc heaving. But with no intentions to stop. At his chest Ronaldo’s brain was turning to mush. The sensation was completely different than when he jerked off— something tight was strangling him, touching him in the places that should have brought pleasure. Ronaldo’s shoulders began to tremble, accompanying the groaning that added heat to an already rapidly rising temperature between two seemingly embraced bodies.
Draluc stroked Ronaldo’s hair— a somewhat strenuous task considering his body had not yet adjusted to Ronaldo’s size, and still he didn’t stop. His prostate only needed to be rubbed for him to cum. He rolled his body to adjust his position and have that dick press flush against his spot, and thus bring him towards a craved climax. A thick, smooth current akin to electricity flowed through every one of his muscles which rendered them unresponsive to the brain as they sunk deep into overwhelming ecstasy. Draluc could only think about tilting back and exposing his neck. Every time he sat, every time that cock drove inside him, it was as if the oxygen was being pushed out of him. Laughter followed sweet moaning, and he soon found himself gasping for air. Even still the stimulation wouldn’t allow him to stop— the simplest shortcut for a hedonist is of course sexual indulgence. All it took was a little finesse and in came an incomparable bodily delight. Draluc’s vision blurred as he threw himself entirely to the joys of his sexual world.
“Ahn…. Nn….Dral, Draluc, Ah—Oh—Ah!”
Ronaldo could not enjoy the sex. His face was drenched in tears, and this was the first time his dick had ever been squeezed so tightly. Though there was pain, it was the intense never before had pleasure that made him nearly lose his mind. The only result of his struggle were his hands wrapped around Draluc’s waist. Ronaldo’s instincts wanted him to touch more, wanted to keep pumping, wanted to feel nipples bouncing before him, wanted to hold, wanted to kiss, wanted to say for the first time “I love you…”, but—
“Ah, Dral…! Wait, Slow—Nn, Oh, Ah…!”
But Ronaldo didn’t feel that way about Draluc.
The young vampire had taken the time in the past to imagine what his first time with a lover of his choosing would be like, and they were nothing like the situation he was in now— having sex with someone he didn’t even like. It made him grieve those memories, even enraged him.
“...Can’t, Dral—! Wait, please Nn—Ah!”
“Ha, Haha… What’s wrong, youngster?” Draluc cupped the vampire’s face in his hands, the face that was spread across with a red hue similar to the clouds at dusk. It made him look so pitiful, but Draluc saw an expertly plated feast for the eyes, and laughed.
Ronaldo’s thighs tensed as they weighed down on his toes, as did his grip on Draluc’s waist. The words lodged deep in his throat only made themselves known as pants through his mind fog with every one of Draluc’s thrusts up and down. Sounds of laughter mixed with moaning in a fashion that was out of an AV he had seen, and yet everything about this hurt. Especially that Draluc ignored Ronaldo’s words— his dick was sucked in and out by walls that demanded he cum.
The vampire lamented. He hated his partner, but the act made him feel so good. That alone had his rage soaring as he hissed out “... You rapist ....”
The moment the words fell from him, without warning, he was caught in a kiss. His lips were dragged across Draluc’s and his tongue ensnared. What was already scant air became near inexistant, but the heat between them only continued to rise. Before Ronaldo even reacted, Draluc ended the kiss and pressed their noses together, chuckling at his shocked expression.
“That’s right, Ronaldo. The captain of the Vampire Control Division is committing a crime on your body~.”
Draluc intended on fully satisfying his heat facing body by using Ronaldo. He sent his perked nipples straight into the vampire’s mouth as he continued to bounce and bounce, uncaring if he was bitten, or licked, or rubbed— it all aroused him. His muddied brain took an accumulating, intense heat in his abdomen for a rising orgasm, and forced his exhausted body to exert itself for all that it had just so he could chase that peak. Ronaldo spilled into continuous moans at the pick up of Draluc’s pace, unable even to swallow the drool that slipped onto Draluc’s stomach.
“Mn Oh—— Dral! Wait! Th—Eh… Some—”
“Mmm…. Cum, Ronaldo. Cum inside!”
Draluc rode on, pushing Ronaldo to throw his head back with a choked, low growl from his throat. Draluc was knocked silly, seeing flashes of gold, and dick pressed against his stomach as he inched closer and closer to climax. His hips bucked— almost there—
Hot liquid spurted into him, filled him. The whole of his brain was a buzz with “inside”, and soon he felt the same liquid heat flow down his legs as his ears rang with Ronaldo’s voice.
Draluc’s hips wouldn’t stop shaking. He clung onto Ronaldo’s head who gasped for air in panic.
“Ha, Ha… Nn… Dral… You didn’t come…?”
His body’s desire to be abused or touched hadn’t lessned. It scared him. It was as though pleasure and arousal had toyed with his nerves in a way that would turn anyone mad. For that reason, he, without any care for either the body that had just spent inside him and its equally spent owner, dizzily started up and down again.
“....Dral! I just came! I can’t!”
“Young man. Ronaldo. Ronaldo!” Draluc clung to him in fear, dropping his head as he shouted. “Dry orgasm! I just had a dry orgasm!”
“Dry. Orgasm…?”
“Hurry, Ronaldo. Hurry. Make… make me cum. I need it again….!”
“Wait wait wait wait, I just ….! Don’t move!”
His body was so sensitive after having came, even if he was being fucked by a spent dick it could satisfy Draluc, but the massive hollow within him said not enough, so so far from enough! He stroked the base of Ronaldo’s penis as he moaned for him to get hard again.
“Damn it, Damn it…! Ronaldo…. Hurry… Again…!”
Draluc rocked his hips as he used his free hand to stroke his own cock with no chance of finishing. Ronaldo gaped at the sight of Draluc, still seated on him, fucking into his own hand. The man who never seemed to have an ounce of blood in his face now dyed in its hues, tongue lolled out, drenched in sweat. The man who always kept a detailed eye, now rolling them back. The man who was strict of face now rendered brimming with lust. Ronaldo watched him, then wanted to kiss him.
With Ronaldo’s young and healthy body, his soft member, even being strangled by forceful walls, was able to swell back to life. And in feeling the intruder grow, Draluc, continued the feedback loop and resumed his grueling pace. Walls tightened every time Ronaldo’s cock knocked against Draluc’s prostate, biting for Ronaldo to get bigger and bigger. Draluc’s incessant search to satiate his desires and finally finish turned him violent against the body that had been thrusted back into action without a moment’s rest. Not that Ronaldo thought about whether he loved it or not. Instinct made him do it, so he did—
Ronaldo clung to Draluc by the neck and gave him an inexperienced kiss.
It was clumsy, awkward, and unskilled.
And just when the tip of Ronaldo’s tongue met Draluc’s, the latter spilled over the edge, turning captured moans into helpless whimpers.
Their kiss continued. Ronaldo hadn’t come a second time yet.
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后
“I’ve already explained this to you— it was a mistake!”
Draluc was about three parts agitated, three parts embarrassed, three parts ashamed, and one part as annoyed as one would be when their child refused to listen.
“A vampire made me like that. I wasn’t interested in you, I was interested in your dick — must I honestly say that? And, again, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I did that to you.”
“But…”
“But nothing! You weren’t able to run away because you were affected by the vampire’s power from me— It was a vampire’s doing. One that could arouse and draw in others.”
Draluc slapped Ronaldo across his innocent face with all the earnesty one would to stop a child moments away from stepping down the wrong crossroads path.
“That wasn’t love, Ronaldo. Get this through your head: feeling lust for another does not equate to love. ”
Ronaldo blinked.
“Consider it a one night stand, okay?”
Ronaldo blinked.
Draluc sighed. He couldn’t tell if the once kissless virgin understood or not. This was so annoying, he’d be better off taking this asshole vampire back to the VRC and beating the shit of him there.
As Draluc petted John to soothe himself, the thus far hesitant vampire gingerly spoke up, “then….”
“Then could we make it a two night stand….?”
“Huh?”
“Since we made each other feel so good, maybe we could keep doing it…. And have a two night stand, three night, Ninety-four night…. It could be during the day, or at dusk. Could be in the office, or at home. I was thinking, maybe it could be more than just sex…. We could… do everything that would make us both happy together.”
Ronaldo’s eyes flicked here and there, as if he were unsure of himself and his own words, but Draluc stared dead on.
“Oh…. You’re saying you want to be with me.”
“Don’t reject me.”
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