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Lambert lounged back, watching everyone set things up for the harvest festival. Extra chairs and tables were laid out in the open grassy part, lanterns with leaf decorations were hovering overhead on strings, bringing colorful light to the surroundings. Children were running around playing as their parents prepared for the festivities. The sharp smell of cooking food, and a lot of it, wafted throughout Corvo Bianco. To feed this many people would take a lot. Especially with two Witcher’s present.
Bards that began to play aloud in idle boredom prior to their full out performances. There was still a good three hours till the festivities actually began. Lambert already found himself a bottle of fucking White Wolf, the wine apparently named after Geralt himself. It wasn’t bad either. Geralt was meandering around checking over everything and Regis was ensuring that the food and decorations were good.
It was strange to have people just calmly wander about. Not a single comment about him being a Witcher and they left him alone more often than not. If they did speak to him, it was all polite and he dare say respectful. It makes sense because their master is Geralt after all. A Witcher as well, so disrespect towards him was disrespect to Geralt.
He has yet to spot Dettlaff in all this mess and it’ll only get worse. The harvest was bountiful, supposedly, Lambert didn’t know much about what was or wasn’t bountiful only that if there's a full table of food, it was good. Geralt was generous to want to share it with his workers and himself. As the festivities began at dusk, Lambert didn’t know what to do other than drink some more. So that’s exactly what he did. Sipping wine as he watched people dance with their lovers and friends. Some upbeat songs and others more romantic. Some were very autumn-y feeling. The weather was cooling down, bringing a slight chill.
Spotting that child Dettlaff had spoken to a few times, she was at a table with her mother, dolls and other toys strewn along the tabletop with a plate full of food for both of them. The kid was smiling and laughing. The mother picked up one doll and had it hobble along, interacting with one the child was holding.
A whiff of blood orange and leather hit his nose presently. Dettlaff was nearby, hiding out. If he wanted to make his presence known he would. So, Lambert indulged in more wine as he let Dettlaff acclimate to the ongoing chaos. Another good few minutes went by, seeing Geralt walk around, mostly just looking. Regis had been engaged in a conversation with some of the older women in the vineyard.
Iren had approached him, “Lambert.”
“Iren. How’s your, ah, leg?”
“Much better, thanks.”
The katakan joined him at the table in silence. The two simply being as the others worked around them. Sharing a glass of wine with him as well.
“Can I ask something?”
“Hm? Sure.” Iren set down the glass.
“I'm Dettlaff’s mate, right?”
“Yes.”
Lambert took a sip, “Isn't there something like blood exchange, something bond?”
“Ah… there is. But that’s something complex. I don’t even know if a human can bond like that with… Well. Yeah. I'm not sure.” Iren jangled his earrings as he turned to look over. Regis had called to him, “Well, nice to chat with you.”
“Yeah, you too.” Lambert pondered over that.
The sky began to darken a touch. It felt like more people had gathered here in the last hour or so. A handful looked like neighbors that wish to mooch off Geralt’s harvest rather than their own. Or it was that Geralt has better wine.
Lambert mulled it over, this whole vampire bond thing. Regis and Dettlaff have a strong blood bond, so why is a mate considered something different to that? And wouldn’t it work just as well with a human? Isn't it just sharing blood or something of that sort? He liked the idea of his scent sticking to Dettlaff, but he couldn’t truly mark the man like that. His scent will fade while Dettlaff’s pheromones on him won’t.
A chill rolled down his spine and his instincts going haywire. It had reverted some since his amnesia, making it harder to reject the instinct to draw his sword off his back and attack whatever that triggered it. His back straightened as a cool hand fell on his shoulder. Fighting his need to flinch or jerk away from the touch. He knew it was Dettlaff, his lover. His vampire.
“Dettlaff, finally decided to join me.” He held out his glass as if to clank another that wasn't yet there.
Dettlaff offered a sweet smile, “I thought that I should. Given that I had been invited by you, Regis and Geralt.”
“Sit.” He poured him a glass of White Wolf, pushing it towards him.
Dettlaff eyed it and sniffed it prior to taking a sip. A clear shiver rolled down his body at the flavor.
“Yeah, I should’ve warned you it’s not that sweet.”
“It’s fine. I’ll get used to it.” The vampire clanked his glass to Lambert's and both sipped on their wine, enjoying the night breeze and music as the real festival had begun. Pleasant chatter and a light atmosphere encased all of Corvo Bianco. It was the liveliest party Lambert’s ever seen, and with no heated arguments or fights! Perhaps when some start getting heavily drunk, maybe.
Lambert watched couples sway in each other’s arms, smiling and simply being. He envied them, he’s never had that. Never really danced with someone. Funny, he thought of Geralt with Yen or Triss at some parties, hearing from the other Witcher about them and how badly he dances. After a solid hour, Geralt had settled in a seat only to be pulled to the dancefloor by Regis, who expertly guided Geralt and his two left feet around. From here it looks like the Witcher could actually dance even if Lambert knew Geralt couldn’t to save his life.
Letting out a sigh as he gazed at them, Dettlaff glanced over his shoulder, then back at his Witcher, “Shall we?”
“Huh?”
“Dance?” Dettlaff had stood and offered out his hand.
Lambert frowned, “I can’t fucking dance… It’s not for Witchers.” Waving his hand around.
“Then, I’ll lead.”
The earnest look on his face, wide blue eyes filled with wonder at the idea, made him stand, “Fineeee.” Even if he didn’t really want to. Feeling flutters in his chest as he stepped on the dance floor.
A smile formed on Dettlaff’s thin lips, pulling him to the open space where a few couples swayed. Dettlaff placed his hand on Lambert's waist and took hold of his hand. Lambert knew the general placements of where his hands go, but nothing more. He’s never danced formally. He felt awkward in his arms. His posture was ridged and his feet never matched with Dettlaff’s. Finding it hard to guess where Dettlaff would lead him next.
Looking down and trying to match Dettlaff’s slow pace. A hand went to lift his chin, “Look at me, not your feet.”
“But…”
“Trust me.” It came out as a purr.
Lambert felt something flap wildly inside him. He kept his eyes locked in winters embrace. The darkly clad vampire led him to places he's never been, emotionally and as of now physically. Heat radiated from their touching hands. Lambert let a small smile form on his lips. Clumsy as he was, stepping on his vampire’s toes from time to time, yet never glancing down. Feeling the careful touch and guiding pull, following without question once he got adjusted to it.
Dettlaff began to sway them gently as the song had shifted from lighthearted to slow and calm. He’s good at making Lambert feel safe like nothing has before. His whole life it was either hiding from his dad, sneaking round guards or anything the Witcher school threw at him. He never really got a break from it all, now with monsters that could kill him at one fumble. But here in Dettlaff’s arms, he felt like he could breathe. Finding that his shoulders eased and his body went plaint. Flowing in the winters breeze as Dettlaff gently caressed him. A lover that wasn't like any other. In this moment, he let himself have this, this peace. Resting his chin on Dettlaff’s shoulder, he let the taller man rock them back and forth to the slow rhythm. A warm hand rubbed along his back, a comforting motion that made everything feel like it’d be okay from here on out.
“Lambert?”
Opening his eyes, when had he closed them, “Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Lambert lifted his gaze and smiled, “Sure.” He tilted his head up and let their lips press. It was like no one else in the world mattered. It was just them and the gentle music that made their bodies sway together in tandem. Keeping them warm and happy. Was this what happiness is? That legendry fairy tale ending?
Letting his tongue dip into his mouth. Dettlaff moaned quietly as if only to let Lambert know that he was enjoying this. He wanted to hear more of those delicious sounds. He wanted to feel him more deeply. Raising his hand to rake through those lovely dark curls, pressing Dettlaff closer.
Dettlaff had tapped his shoulder and pulled back, “Lambert… there's children around…”
Lambert drew back with a slight gasp for air, “What? Oh… fuck.” Whispering, “Then, why the hell did you start it?”
A playful shrug answered him. A strong lust was in those alluring blue eyes.
Magalie ran up to Dettlaff, interrupting them, “Eretein, Eretein, was this man the reason you were sad?”
Dettlaff felt embarrassed, the tips of his ears flushing a sweet pink, “I-I… in a way. I suppose.”
Lambert rolled his eyes, “Would've worked out fine either way, with or without my memories.”
Magalie ignored Lambert to tug on Dettlaff’s frock, “Would you come play with me?”
“Ah-ah! He’s going to play with me. And I don’t share.” Pulling Dettlaff closer to him as if he’d be stolen away.
The little girl frowned, “What?! No fair.” Trying to tug on him towards her.
Lambert chuckled darkly, “It’s completely fair!”
Geralt rubbed his brows at their make out session in the middle of the dancefloor. He was going to tell them to stop whatever that was in public view, thankfully Magalie did it for him. He went off back to Regis who took his hold on the Witcher with ease. Letting them get back to dancing and embarrassing the owner of the vineyard even more with his terrible dancing skills. Regis only laughed delightfully whenever Geralt tripped and he had to catch him with a strong elegance that came out of nowhere for the presumably older man. Giving a quick kiss to his cheek as reassurance for his efforts.
Dettlaff laughed melodiously. The girl didn’t give up, clinging onto Dettlaff now as if he were a close uncle or some family relative. She stuck out her tongue, “He's my best friend!”
Lambert narrowed his eyes at the child, the only time which he wished he was intimidating enough to scare children, “Back up...” Grabbed his vampire’s arm and trudged off into the house where he’d been staying before the child could give chase. It was quiet, only candles flickered and clicked at the wick. Marlene had also been out to the party, having everyone enjoy her meals she cooked with every ounce of love she had to share.
Dettlaff took a breath, appearing more at ease without anyone around. Glancing about at the empty space in the hall, he pulled Lambert close, “Wish to continue dancing?” There was enough space without that long table in the middle. It was set aside for the night as dinner would be served outdoors.
“If that means in a bed, then yes.”
He pressed a hot kiss to Dettlaff’s lips. Feeling him and letting himself be lured in. At first, their tongues fought for dominance before Dettlaff relented and let Lambert take the lead. He’s always been submissive to whatever his mate wished. This felt good, and there were no problems letting Lambert take the lead. It meant to him, that he was desired and loved enough that they wanted to care for him. He felt wanted.
Lambert’s hands roamed where they pleased, finding clothing and sliding that off the taller man’s shoulders. Guiding them both to the stairs, Lambert hardly went far from Dettlaff’s mouth. The sweetness and the desire. Something he cannot get over was that this man wanted him. Loved him. He’ll never know why, but he relished in it. Warming him from places he thought had been vanquished from the mutations.
Pulling Dettlaff up the stairs to the guest room that he’s been occupying. The covers were already thrown back from earlier that morning, too lazy to attempt to tidy up nor had the thought really crossed his mind. Some clothes were piled on the settee, the desk had blade oil and spare bottles for potions and such. It smelled of Lambert, campfire smoke and bourbon emitted everywhere. Strongly from Lambert himself. Exhilaratingly arousing.
He smirked up at him, eyes looking over Dettlaff’s handsome features and landing on his thinly attractive lips, “Care to change it up a bit?” Eyes flickering around the freckles and moles around his skin.
Dettlaff rose his brows with interest, “Tell me what it is you have in mind.”
Nuzzling into Dettlaff’s neck, with a gruff voice, he's been fantasizing seeing what it would feel like when he was inside his vampire, “I wondered if you’d be interested in switching from our usual?”
“Oh, that I can do.” The vampire pressed kisses to Lambert’s throat, letting his sharp teeth graze the skin.
Lambert felt a shiver and heat pooling in his gut watching the vampire move to the bed after removing his frock. The fancy fabric was tossed to the settee haphazardly with the clanking of the belts. His red shirt, unbuttoned one at a time with careful hands, showing his firm chest with dark hair.
Lambert let his hands rub Dettlaff’s bare shoulders, feeling the smooth pale skin. Dettlaff looked up at him with a craving in his eyes that threatened to consume him wholly. So much love was in those beautiful blue eyes that just made Lambert go crazy. Slowly roaming the pale chest, grazing over the fuzz and licking at his collarbone, pressing kisses. Dettlaff tilted his head back, enjoying the attention. The sword calloused hands smoothing down his torso and gripping his hips. Their mouths met in a messy dance of tongues. Lambert felt the rumble in Dettlaff’s throat as he groaned into the kiss. A satisfying hum that encouraged Lambert to be more confident. Not that he needed much.
Lambert wanted to treat Dettlaff much better than any whore, for this is his lover. He wanted to both ravage him entirely and take his time, savor each sound and shiver of Dettlaff’s lean muscular body. He had pulled back if only to remove his own clothes. Tossing his shirt aside like it offended him and dove back down to meet Dettlaff in his hungry want. Needing this vampire in every way possible. Raking a hand through his hair and gripping it, “Dettlaff…” He admired the view, “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Auhh…” Dettlaff let his head be pulled back as Lambert gently tugged on his hair. The vampire had always been quiet during sex. As if possibly afraid to let his voice out. Lambert didn’t know if that was true, but he’d try to get some sounds out of him this time. Knowing that Lambert himself wasn’t quiet in the slightest, he’d let it be known that he was enjoying it and half the time he couldn’t help it, mind often too muddled with pleasure to think much of anything.
Leaning into him, tasting him. The smell of arousal was strong which he frankly hasn’t smelled this type before. It’s like Dettlaff was emitting a different pheromones, knowing he's going to be taking Lambert this time. It was fucking fascinating. Making him salivate, wanting to taste as much as it made a tent in his braies. He dipped his tongue into Dettlaff’s mouth to help sate his hunger.
Dettlaff clung to him, sharp claws grazing his bare back. The softness of it sent tingles down his spine, straight to his cock. He wanted to go slow, fuck! The way Dettlaff moves and how he touches him makes Lambert want to cum like this alone. No! He was going to at least spend a few minutes inside of his vampire.
“Lambert…” Dettlaff whined, “I need…” His hips rolled and he was panting. His own erection was straining in his pants, trying to find some friction.
“Fuck…” Lambert nodded, “I need you too.” Having to get up off the bed to reach the oil. Dettlaff righted himself on the bed, no longer having his legs dangle off the side. His arms were out begging for his Witcher to come back.
Arms wrapped around him when he did, pulling him into a deep wet kiss. Lambert worked at the strings of Dettlaff’s trousers. But before that, he teased. Grazing his palm all too lightly over it. Not enough to sate anything off that. A muffled moan and bucking of Dettlaff’s hips. Doing it again if only to piss him off.
“Ahh! Lambert!” The vampire whined with creased brows.
“Haahaha! Fine. Fine.” He smiled as he leaned down, tantalizingly slow to remove the fabric that prevented the beautiful thing from being free. Dettlaff squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze, brows pulled together in frustration with a soft flush on his cheeks that reached his ears.
Lambert mused as he saw the upright position of his cock, “Wow. You’re that turned on?”
“Hmph.” Dettlaff growled, “You’re one to talk. I can see you aren’t doing much better.”
“Fuck, you got me there…” Lambert felt his dick twitch at the mere sight of this, more pressure building against his own trousers that felt much too tight as of now, “I just can’t help it. Look at how you react to me. Feeling me like this.” Letting out a pleasing sound as he ran his tongue over Dettlaff, “Look at all that desire and lust. And it’s all for me.” He purred, gently running a finger over the shaft.
The vampire clutched at the sheets, gritting his teeth, “Can’t… Help it.”
“Perfect.”
With oil in hand, he dribbled it over his fingers. Toying with the puckered muscle just to see the reaction. Watching as Dettlaff clenched and relaxed several times.
“Ugh, Lambert…” Spoken with impatience, his toes curling and uncurling several times with anticipation.
“Okay.”
Dipping one finger in and seeing the vampire clutch at the sheets, body tense. Feeling the muscle tighten around his digit.
“Come on, Dettlaff. I need you to relax for me. When was the last time you’ve done this?”
“Ah… I don’t know. More than a hundred years ago, perhaps.”
“Damn. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He purred, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh where a freckle stood stark on the white jade like skin.
Once he got three fingers in, Dettlaff was leaking precum, slicking himself up. Lambert had removed his pants and lathered up his cock, stroking it as he watched his vampire writhe with pleasure. The quiet moans and rocking of his hips, trying to get more of his fingers inside.
“Ready for me?”
“Been ready for… a while.” Suppressing a moan between words as Lambert scissored him.
The crown of his head entered carefully. Dettlaff gasped, thighs tensing as he shut his eyes.
“This okay?” Lambert was worried. He is girthier than most, requires a bit more stretching. Rubbing soothing circles on his hips to help relax him.
“Mhm…” Exhaling as his body adjusted, “Just surprised.”
“Yeah, I get that sometimes.”
Dettlaff glanced down, “It feels a lot bigger than I expected.”
“Aw thanks.” Lambert hovered over him, “And I'm not even all the way in yet.”
Dettlaff’s face was flushed a lovely shade of pink. Eyes watching Lambert with eagerness. Settling against him and taking deep breaths, his muscles around Lambert had relaxed enough to allow him to move. Lambert took the liberty to start with slow easy thrusts.
Dettlaff had whimpered softly into his palm, head tilted to the side. Feeling Lambert push, muscles trying not to tense as it advanced further in. It’s been so long since he’s felt this and gods he’s missed it. Covering his mouth with his hand, he didn’t know why he felt the need to hush himself, he just did.
Lambert bucked forwards, getting the rhythm of what Dettlaff liked, which was slow deep thrusts. Each drive of his hips making the soft sound of skin on skin. The vampire was hardly making any noise though. However, Lambert smirked, suddenly snapping his hips. Dettlaff let out a louder moan of surprise.
“Yeah, just like that, Dettlaff. Let me hear you. Like that.” Lambert repeated that motion in between his sheathing of his cock, “Let me hear that hot voice of yours. I wanna know how much you want my dick.”
Dettlaff threw his head back; a few more louder grunts of pleasure escaped his lovely throat. Lambert ran his hand over his throat, coming up to cup the vampires face and plunge his tongue in his already open mouth. Skin slapping on skin in a more frantic pace as Lambert felt his climax near.
Dettlaff looked amazing like this. Sweat glistening his skin already. Face, ears and neck flushed. Eyes in a glassy haze, but still glancing down at their connected bodies from time to time. His sharp teeth on full display as he gasped from breath that wasn’t needed.
The way he locked his legs around Lambert’s middle to force him deeper with each thrust. How the vampire looked exquisite and glorious even in a state of exertion was such a turn on. Lambert had to finish this round up soon. He was so close it hurt. Dettlaff did thing to him, he wasn’t going to last long.
“Dettlaff.” Lambert leaned over and bit into his shoulder, his canines digging deep tasting iron warmth on his tongue.
Dettlaff sucked in a breath, fingertips clutching at Lambert’s back, his nails making dips in his skin, yet still careful not to pierce, though it came close. Lambert let loose, filling Dettlaff up. The vampire let out a cry as his thighs tensed and toe furled, pulsing his own seed. That made the Witcher moan between his teeth still latched on. He needed a moment, mind too hazy with hot pleasure and the scent of Dettlaff’s arousal. It was intoxicating. A floating feeling of a blissful orgasm.
Dettlaff was combing through Lambert’s hair as the Witcher panted next to his ear, “Lambert…”
Lambert took a few more seconds to realize Dettlaff was speaking to him. Feeling the vampire press kisses to the crown of his head. Whispering sweet words. Drawing circles on his back and raking through his moist hair from sweat.
“Your erotic prowess is beyond what I was expecting.” Dettlaff nuzzled into his Witcher, “Such power and yet still gentle. I adore you, my Lambert.” Caressing him, fingertips grazing over scars and muscles languidly.
Lambert felt his heart swell, planting a few light kisses around Dettlaff’s face and cheeks, “Dettlaff, you drive me crazy.” Cupping his face and kissing a little roughly. His cock was still deep inside, surrounded by his own spent.
The festivities were still ongoing as it had probably only been fifteen minutes or so. Music and cheers were loud and laughter followed. The night is young. Lambert leaned back finally to admire his work after a few minutes of indulging in the embrace. It was nice to see the white spent across Dettlaff’s abdomen, it meant he did his job well. Rubbing up and down Dettlaff’s sides and thighs, leaning over and kissing a few freckles on his leg and hip.
Dettlaff licked his lips, “Lambert.”
“Hm?”
Pulling him over and dipping his tongue in his mouth. Lambert moaned, he loves the way his vampire kissed him. Made him feel loved. Cared for and treasured like no one else. Losing himself in the taste. It’s addictive. This flavor. This feeling.
He felt Dettlaff squirm under him, arm jerking slowly. Gathering enough thought, he looked down. Dettlaff was stroking himself hard once more, half-way there already. His chest was rising and falling, his seed was glittering on his stomach.
“Hmmm.” A smile spread on his lips, “Not enough? I can always give you more.”
Dettlaff hummed, eyes shining as he gazed into amber. Lambert pulled out with a slick sound, earning a whine from his vampire. He leaned down, lust clouding his mind. Dettlaff watching with expectancy. Lambert took hold of Dettlaff’s penis as he lapped up the white between his ass cheeks. Dettlaff bucked his hips in response. Tongue plunging in and out, toying at the muscle there.
“Please.” A whine that turned Lambert on even more.
Feeling his own dick rearing up for another round. One hand stroking unhurriedly and the other gripping Dettlaff’s left thigh tightly. His tongue lapping up his own flavor mixing with his vampire’s. Feeling legs wrap around his back, but also trying to give him more access. How endearing.
Hands running up through the liquid on Dettlaff’s stomach, messing up his whole chest and resting around his neck, “Dettlaff.” He cooed.
“Hmmm, Lambert. I need more.” The vampire rutted his hips against him, their cocks grinding together, but not enough.
“Ahh, I know. I know.” Lambert firmly held onto Dettlaff’s shoulders, “I need you to beg for me.” Running his hands down to his nipples and thumbing over both with the slick he smeared.
Resolutely chasing friction to bring some relief, each feeling the other move against them was delicious. Trying to chase that feeling, Dettlaff squirmed under him. If Lambert wasn’t hard yet, he was now.
“Please, Lambert.” Those blue eyes pleading as he held onto him to roughly grind against him, “Touch me.”
Lambert teasingly licked at his nipple, thumb circling the other one, “Hm.”
Dettlaff moaned a little louder, “Lambert!”
“Yes, my love?”
The vampire looked frustrated, “Fuck me! Please! I want it so badly.” Rutting against Lambert a few times in his discomfort. Lambert was struggling to control himself, but it was so cute seeing Dettlaff like this. He almost came on the spot from hearing that little crack in his voice from pleading.
“Detz…” Lambert growled, hand cupping Dettlaff’s face, “Open for me.”
The vampire moaned more freely, sharp teeth showing as Lambert dipped his two fingers in scissoring across his tongue, feeling the points scrape along his skin. The wetness and the face Dettlaff was making, it all was so beautiful.
“Yes.” He moaned, meeting Dettlaff in a thrust of his own.
Dettlaff whined with his mouth open, licking in circles and sucking on those two fingers. Lambert pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his own tongue. Ravenously taking Dettlaff in, raking his hands through those dark curls and feeling the tight grip of his claws clutching at his arms, trying to rut against him more. Never enough to fully relieve the tension there, never satisfying enough.
Lambert chuckled, “You're so beautiful. Look at the mess you’ve become.”
Dettlaff would be flushing more if he could, “Put it in. Put it in. Fuck me, Lambert.”
“Hmmm.” Lambert pleasingly appraising Dettlaff, aligning himself, slowly entering the already messy hole, “Ugh, yeah. Yeah. Let me hear you, my Dettlaff.”
The vampire huffed out beaths as he readjusted to the feeling of the girth spreading him once more so soon. Something like relief was in his voice, finally answering his building pressure, “Hard.”
“Of course.” Lambert mercilessly snapped his hips, his balls pounding against Dettlaff’s ass cheeks.
“Ahhh!” One hand, claws almost all the way out, puncturing holes in the sheets and the other actually breaking skin on Lambert's forearm.
“Hgh!” Lambert picked up his pace.
The bed was creaking painfully; the poor old floorboards had groaned a bit as well. Dettlaff’s eyes had shifted to that moon white color and his fangs grew. Lambert smiled, grabbing one of Dettlaff’s legs up and over his shoulder, “Yes! Ugh, yes! My vampire!”
Dettlaff was switching uncontrollably between half form and human form, whimpering as he did. Lambert was a little more preceptive than Dettlaff at the moment and knew he heard Geralt’s voice draw near.
He slapped his hand over Dettlaff’s mouth, hating the fact he had to try to muffle those cries he finally had drawn out of him, “Shhhh.” Not stopping his thrusting, “Regis and Geralt are just outside.” He knew it was bullshit; they’d be able to hear them anyway. Not that Geralt was ever quiet with Yen back in the day.
They could clearly hear the two chatting away outside. BB seemed to be bringing them a keg of wine.
Lambert smiled, “Now the challenge is, keep quiet.” He slammed into him several times, knowing he hit that good spot going off Dettlaff’s expression. The vampire switched forms again.
“Bite me.”
Dettlaff furrowed his brows, unable to speak as Lambert’s hand was still over his now fanged mouth. Trying to register the words spoken. He wasn’t sure what he heard, pleasure was bursting through him with every push.
“Bite. Me. Drink some.”
Dettlaff’s eyes rolled back some upon the impact of Lambert’s cock, “Hmmmph!”
“Bite.”
The vampire opened his mouth full of extended fangs and sunk them into Lambert’s hand, deeply. Two of his fangs pierced through to the other side. Lambert grimaced in pain, but enjoyed it too much. Cuming a second time, ejaculating it deeper inside.
Dettlaff came harder this time as well. A muffled cry vibrated his palm. Blood dripped as Dettlaff released it. Six holes on either side with two larger ones going all the way through. Lambert smiled, “Good boy.”
Dettlaff reverted back to human form and upon hearing that, flushed a dark red, “Lambert…”
“Drink.” He said after taking a few seconds to come back to himself after all that. Feeling a little lightheaded, but beyond content.
“…” Dettlaff was panting hard, his heart working overtime and even Lambert could hear it over his own.
Regis had opened the door to the house, letting their voices carry clear. BB had a few workers set the keg somewhere inside, apparently full of White Wolf. Dettlaff stuck out his tongue and carefully licked his palm. One of the holes from his larger fangs, he sucked a little. Lambert felt the pull of his blood from it. He covered his own mouth to prevent a whimper of his own and a twitch of his dick.
Dettlaff froze like he hurt his Witcher, but said nothing aloud.
Lambert shook his hand that indicated Dettlaff to continue licking it. His eyes widened and sucked gently and leisurely swallowed a mouth full prior to setting out to repair his wounds. Plunging his tongue in the hole and let his saliva work. Lambert bit his lip to prevent any sounds. Why was that so fucking hot?!
Dettlaff had healed him so effortlessly and pulled back, showing a drop of blood on his lips. Sticking out his tongue and lapping it up. Winter blue watched him with a scrutinizing stare, as if to ask it that was alright. A few drops stained his cheeks. Lambert leaned over and licked them up himself.
The three unwanted guests were sitting down at the table pouring the wine, supposedly unknowing that the two of them were upstairs. Though, knowing Regis, he knew Dettlaff was up here. And for Geralt, he wasn’t deaf.
Lambert reached over the edge of the bed to grab his shirt and began to clean up Dettlaff’s sticky coated chest and abdomen. He mouthed the words, ‘Bath house.’
They both, as quietly as they could, clothed themselves with clothes they needed to wash anyway.
Upon the first step heading down, Regis smiled at them, “Ah, there you two are. Care to join us for a drink of the freshest batch of White Wolf? Geralt is starting to favor it.”
“Nah, we were going to bathe for a while. You two go on ahead.” Lambert waved his hand nonchalantly as if he didn’t know they heard they were fucking but minutes ago.
Dettlaff nodded, trying to hide his hobble, “Regis. Geralt.”
Regis gave a knowing smirk, “Have fun.”
Dettlaff turned away to conceal his flushed grin.
The water was already heated, possibly a touch too hot, but that’s how Geralt liked it and no one seemed to complain. Lambert locked the door and stripped, setting a clean pile of both his and Dettlaff’s clothes to the side.
“Come.”
Dettlaff took of his shirt in an elegant motion, letting Lambert’s gaze fall over him.
Lambert cocked a grin at the sight of a few light bruises and his deeper bite mark, “Perfect.”
Dettlaff dipped his toes in, “What is?”
Lambert pulled him closer, putting his lips softly on a few of the bruises on his torso, “These. That means you’re mine. Okay?”
Looking down into amber, Dettlaff looked like he was going to cry, “Understood.” Embracing him and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, my Witcher.”
“Good! And… I’d like it if you’d mark me.” He whispered.
“I already have.”
“I mean, more… I don’t know. Like-like, either a human way or vampire way…” Lambert turned to burry his face in Dettlaff’s sweat dampened hair.
“You are covered in my scent as I am of yours. There isn’t much to take it further. You are pack. My mate.”
Lambert looked in his eyes, “I like that.” Standing on his tippy toes to meet his lips. More carefully exploring his mouth.
Soon they moved to sit with Dettlaff in his lap, combing and washing those luscious curls. Lathering it up with soap that smelled of herbs, probably handmade by Regis in his free time. Lounging like this with Dettlaff in his arms was so nice.
“Are you… feeling okay?”
Dettlaff turned to look at him, “Why would I not be?”
“I mean, I feel like I was a bit rough with you. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Ahaha, no Lambert. You did nothing to hurt me. In fact, I… really liked it. I hope to have that again.” Pressing a kiss to his neck, letting teeth graze him, followed by his tongue.
“Yeah! Just ask me and I’d love to fuck you like that again. You were amazing. So elegant and sexy. Ugh, just thinking about it is making me horny! Fuck!”
Dettlaff had indeed felt a bit of a twitch in Lambert’s dick on his lower back, “I wouldn’t mind putting you in my mouth, if that is alright?”
“Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I just want to hold you.” Raking his fingers through his dark hair and washing it off, ruffling it so it was loose in his face, “You cutie.” Licking his ear and kissing his cheek.
“Allow me to wash you.”
“No! I'm washing you. When you fuck me thoroughly like that, then you can wash me and every crevasse of my body. Till then, it’s my turn. Relax.”
He massaged his body after scrubbing him down and held him until they were finished bathing. Changing the sheets of Lambert’s bed and snuggling in each other’s arms till he fell asleep to Dettlaff’s quiet purring, unbelievably satisfied and content.