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Draluc stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes from his and Ronald’s recently finished dinner. He was humming happily to himself. He’d been told by numerous people that his singing was atrocious, but one did not need to be good at singing in order to hum, and besides that, why shouldn’t he, considering what a good mood he was in? He had something very fun planned for this evening after all.
He heard the sound of Ronald approaching behind him. When the hunter got close enough, he snaked his arms around Draluc’s waist and leaned in so he was speaking directly into the vampire’s ear.
“Hey, Draluc…”
“Yes?” Draluc smiled as he continued washing the dishes. He already knew exactly where this conversation was going.
“John’s gone on an overnight trip with his futsal team, yeah?”
“That’s right, he’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Then,” Ronald tightened his hold, just a little, “wanna do it?”
Draluc chuckled softly to himself; just as he’d expected, “As long as you let me finish the dishes first and—“
“I can see there’s only one more. I’ll just wait here till it’s clean.”
“You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say, and go wait in the room for me, facing away from the door. I have something I want to show you, but it will take just a bit to get ready. You won’t mind that, right?” Draluc reached back in order to put one hand on the back of Ronald’s head (a hand which still had a bit of dish soap and water on it, but if Ronald minded, he didn’t say anything), then turned his own head to the side to give the hunter a short but passionate kiss.
“Is it something sexy?”
“Of course it’s something sexy, you fool,” Draluc pulled himself out of Ronald’s grasp and gave him a playful slap on the arm, “Now stop dawdling unless you want the sun to rise before you do.”
“I’ve already got the sun beat in that regard,” came Ronald’s response, but he did as Draluc instructed and headed to the room.
“The room” was the spare room in Ronald’s apartment which had until recently remained unused. Then Draluc had made a comment about his back hurting after having sex on the couch, and Ronald had surprised him by suggesting they go out and buy a good quality mattress to use for that purpose instead. They purchased it, along with some soft sheets and nice pillows, using money Draluc’s grandfather had given them once he’d found out they were dating (“for couple’s stuff,” he’d said with a wink, causing Ronald to blush and Draluc to sand).
The new bedding had been placed within the spare room, and the location had been the default setting for the majority of their more adult activities ever since. Draluc had started out by calling it “the sex room”, but Ronald hadn’t liked that, saying it sounded more like some seedy club than a place where lovers made love, so it had then simply become “the room”. And it was in this room that Ronald waited for whatever the “something sexy” Draluc had in store for him was.
He shrugged out of his jacket, but left the rest of his clothes on. Sometimes Draluc liked to be the one to remove them himself, and if this wasn’t one of those times, well, Ronald had certainly become adept lately at getting undressed quickly and efficiently himself. Not knowing what else to do while he waited, he sat on the mattress, facing away from the door as instructed, and scrolled through various websites on his phone. At some point, he ended up on a message board populated by vampire hunter fans. He’d been here multiple times before, and most of the posts were the same as they’d always been: “I want to get punched by Maria!” or “Isn’t the Guild Master so dashing?” or even just the lyrics of Vamone’s theme song in its entirety. But lately there had been another type of post gaining popularity: speculation about the nature of the relationship between the great hunter Ronald and his companion, the charming but easily-killed vampire Draluc.
There had always been people making those kinds of posts, of course, both about their relationship and those between the other hunters. One particularly memorable occasion had been when someone made a post alleging that Maria was pegging Satetsu nightly. The post had soon been deleted due to the board not being R18, and Maria had found the whole thing hilarious, but poor Satetsu had been so embarrassed that he locked himself inside the guild’s bathroom for three hours after learning about it. Lately however, the amount of Ronald/Draluc romance speculation had been at an all time high. The two had not said anything about their relationship publicly yet, but neither were they particularly trying to hide it, so it was understandable that people seemed to be noticing their change in body language and demeanor around each other.
“What’s got you so happy on that phone, hmm? I can see the corner of your mouth turned up into a smile from this angle, you know.”
“Uwaaaghh!!” startled, Ronald threw his phone into the air. Thankfully, it landed next to him on the soft mattress and not the floor, “Fuck! How can you move so quietly?” Ronald whipped around to face the vampire in the doorway, but any other words he might have had quickly died on his tongue as he took in the sight before him.
Draluc was wearing a nightgown, but it most certainly was not his regular one. No, this nightgown was sleeveless, only went down to just above his knees, and, perhaps most importantly, was made of a white, sheer fabric, meaning Ronald could see through it to the otherwise naked body underneath. There were frills along the hem, and a small red ribbon at the chest, the same color as Draluc’s nails.
“So what do you think, Ronald? Is this ‘something sexy’ enough for you?” Draluc grinned at Ronald’s open-mouthed stare.
“Um, yeah,” was all Ronald could manage, “yeah, it is.”
“So what were you looking at on your phone, anyway?” Draluc got down on all fours on the mattress and slowly crawled the short distance to Ronald, looking for all intents and purposes like a jungle cat which had just spotted its prey. God damn, if Ronald hadn’t already been hard, this would’ve certainly done the job.
“The…the message board,” Ronald was slowly remembering how talking worked, “You know, the one where they sometimes try to guess what our relationship is. I was just smiling ‘cause…’cause someone made a post saying how cute you are, and I thought about how true it is.”
“Is that so?” still grinning, Draluc slid himself into Ronald’s lap, locking his legs behind the hunter’s back. His erection, visible through the sheer fabric, pressed against Ronald’s stomach, “Is that what you think? That I’m cute?”
“Sometimes,” Ronald seemed to have found his words again, “though right now I just think you’re hot as hell,” he took Draluc’s mouth in a deep kiss, pleased by the moan this drew out of the man in his lap. As they continued kissing, he reached out to grab Draluc’s ass, and noticed something seemed slightly different than usual, “Hey, do you…?”
“Are you asking, do I have something inside me in order to help stretch me out for you?”, Draluc ground his hips down against Ronald’s, causing another moan from both of them, “Because if so, the answer is yes. I’m flattered you seem to know my ass well enough to be able to tell just from holding it.”
“God damn it, you’re just trying to make my dick explode here, huh?”
“I did notice that it seems a bit…constrained,” Draluc reached down and rubbed at the body part in question through Ronald’s pants.
“I didn’t know if this was gonna be one of those times where you wanted to take them off of me yourself.”
“Hmm, no, you can take those off yourself, but first,” Draluc grabbed the hem of Ronald’s shirt in both hands, “I think I will be taking this part off myself. After all, getting to unwrap your dessert is part of the fun of eating it.”
Ronald felt a small shiver run through him as he raised his arms so Draluc could remove his shirt. Even though logically he knew that Draluc was about as threatening as a chihuahua in a pumpkin costume, he always found it arousing when Draluc talked about him as if he were just a meal. He felt like he was finally understanding how vampires had gotten the reputation of being experts at seduction.
“May I?” Draluc asked once the garment had been tossed aside. Ronald’s answer was to place his hand on the back of the vampire’s head and gently guide it towards his exposed neck. He felt another grin against his skin, “Well then, thanks for the food,” and the fangs sank in.
Ronald never did know quite what to do with his hands while Draluc fed from him, so he usually just left them where they were, which in this case meant one clenched in the bedsheets at his side and one caressing Draluc’s hair. It didn’t hurt, not really, in fact he rather enjoyed the feeling of his lover’s mouth on his neck, liked the knowledge that he was able to provide sustenance for him, just as Draluc provided him with his daily meals. The only problem was, even after Draluc licked the wound closed (coagulation factor, vampire saliva sure was useful), there was inevitably a rather distinctive mark left behind. They might not have been actively trying to hide their relationship, but that didn’t mean they were up for fielding the inevitable questions about why Ronald always seemed to have a relatively fresh bite mark on his neck. It would most likely result in things going down a slippery slope that ended with all of Shin Yokohama knowing (probably via a tabloid article from Kameya) that Draluc was drinking blood from Ronald in order to ensure he had enough strength to not turn to dust during sex.
No, it was best to continue hiding the marks using a combination of the collar of Ronald’s hunter uniform shirt, Ronald growing the ends of his hair out a bit, and some concealer. The last of these methods had come recommended by Draluc’s grandfather, who apparently had extensive personal experience with, in his exact words, “covering up vampire bites left on a human, in particular a vampire hunter, during moments of passion”. Draluc hated the fact that he still couldn’t apply the concealer to Ronald’s neck without remembering that conversation, but there was no denying its effectiveness.
Draluc finished closing the wound and brought his face back up to be level with Ronald’s. He made a show of licking his lips sensually, watching Ronald’s eyes as they tracked the movement of his tongue, “Well now, as much as I enjoy our current position, I suppose I’m going to have to move if you’re to get out of those pants,” he slinked off the hunter’s lap, looking once again rather like something feline. Ronald quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, then pulled Draluc back towards him for more kissing. He grabbed Draluc’s dick through the fabric of the nightgown, and the vampire groaned deeply into his mouth.
“Damn, someone’s excited,” Ronald’s words ghosted over Draluc’s lips as they pulled apart just the slightest amount. He moved his hand up to where the tip had left a noticeable wet spot on the fabric, “Just look at how much has leaked out of you already. I think you’re really enjoying this outfit.”
“You’re one to talk,” Draluc teased back, mimicking Ronald’s actions and taking the hunter’s cock in his own hand, “I remember how you were looking at me when I came in here wearing this. You want me to keep it on while you bury yourself deep inside me?”
“Fuck yeah I do, the thought of you riding me while wearing it is so good,” Ronald whispered into Draluc’s ear, before gently biting the earlobe, then licking all the way up to the pointed tip. Draluc shuddered and let out a gasp.
Prior to getting together with Ronald, Draluc had actually felt somewhat ashamed of how sensitive his ears were. Now, one of his fantasies was to see if it was possible for Ronald to make him come just from his ears alone. He knew Ronald didn’t have the patience for how long of a task it would likely be, not yet anyway, but he was already considering asking if they could try as a gift for his next birthday.
Draluc gently pushed at Ronald’s chest with his fingertips, “Better lie down and get comfortable then.”
Ronald did as he suggested, laying his head down on a pillow while Draluc got on his hands and knees in order to reach for the lube they kept near the mattress. This gave Ronald a good view of not only his ass, but also the end of the dildo currently stretching it out. He reached a hand out and pushed the toy in a bit more. Draluc let out a strangled half gasp, half moan sound and dropped the small plastic bottle he had just picked up.
Ronald had not been expecting such a strong reaction, “Um, you okay there, Dral? What happened?”
“What happened?” Draluc whirled back around to face Ronald, bottle of lube now back in hand, “Could you seriously not tell?! Are you saying it wasn’t your intention to push that thing directly against my prostate??”
“No, um, I was just having a little fun…uh, sorry? I guess I just assumed it was already doing that…”
“Of course not. I’m trying to stretch myself out, not make myself come. Honestly,” Draluc huffed, “you can be so empty-headed sometimes.”
“But you love me anyway. So, I win,” Ronald flashed a beaming smile then, a smile so warm and happy that Draluc wondered if it was possible for one’s heart to melt from emotions alone.
“You ridiculous man,” he said, smiling back, “This isn’t a competition. We both win,” shifting back to the task at hand, he squeezed out some lube into both hands and got to work slicking up the erect member between Ronald’s legs, “and so I think it’s about time we both claim our prize, wouldn’t you agree?” he swung one leg over Ronald so that he was straddling the hunter’s waist, then reached behind himself and carefully removed the dildo from his ass. And then, finally, he began to sink down onto Ronald’s cock, throwing his head back and moaning loudly at the sensation of being filled.
“You like that, huh?” Ronald gazed up at Draluc’s pleasure-filled face, the sight of his lover in ecstasy something he could never get tired of. He reached his hands out and took hold of Draluc’s waist, not to try to push him down further faster (although the temptation was certainly there), but just to touch him.
“Aahh…aahh…” was all Draluc could manage for a moment. There had been a time, back when their relationship was new and the whole having sex thing newer still, that Ronald might have freaked out, assuming these were sounds of pain. But Draluc had assured him that wasn’t the case at all. The way he’d explained it, since almost any physical contact past a certain point in intensity tended to turn him to sand, he did not have much experience with prolonged, continuous exposure to such stimuli. In other words, the vampire had continued while blushing profusely, the sounds he made during sex were because he was feeling overwhelmed, but in a good way. A very good way.
With a softly hissed “yes!”, Draluc fully seated himself on Ronald’s lap. One of the nightgown’s straps had fallen from his shoulder, and multiple strands of his normally slicked-back hair had come loose to hang around his face. Still keeping one hand on Draluc’s waist, Ronald used his other hand to fix the strap back into place, then continued upward until he was cradling Draluc’s cheek. Draluc leaned into the touch, and they smiled at each other, communicating for a moment without words.
Then, Draluc began to move, slowly at first. He placed both hands on Ronald’s chest as he lifted himself up and partway off the thick shaft inside him, then gently lowered himself back down again. He repeated the motions a few times, slightly changing the angle each time, until he found the one that made him see stars.
“Aaaah!” he moaned, clenching his hole against Ronald’s cock and his hands against Ronald’s chest, “There! Ronald, there, please!” he restarted his up and down movements with a little more speed this time, letting out another loud moan each time he managed to hit just the right spot inside himself.
Though Ronald wanted nothing more than to meet Draluc’s movements with his own thrusts, he found himself overcome with the urge to make the vampire beg for it. Even with Ronald buried balls-deep inside of him and his own cock continuing to leak against the see-through fabric of the nightgown, Draluc somehow managed to have something almost pure about him. Perhaps it was due to the nightgown itself, its frills and ribbon lending it a sort of innocent air at odds with the lewdness of the sheer fabric. Whatever the cause, it made Ronald want to hear filthy things fall from those pretty lips.
“‘Please’ what? You seem to be doing just fine on your own,” he grinned devilishly, “I’d be happy just laying here watching you,” a lie, an absolute lie, it was so hard not to move right now, “I’m sure you can come like this, on your own.”
“Don’t…don’t be cruel,” Draluc whispered, slowing but not completely stopping the movement of his hips, “It’s—ahh! It’s not enough.”
“What’s not enough? You already have both my blood and my cock in you. What more do you want, you greedy little vampire?”
“I want…” Draluc faltered, tried again, “I need…”
“You need?” and then, even though it pained him probably just as much as it did Draluc, Ronald grabbed Draluc by the hips and used his superior physical strength to prevent the vampire from moving, “C’mon, tell me.”
“Damn you, Ronald!” Draluc whined, “You know what I need! I need you to fuck me! Fuck me until I’m nothing but a moaning pile of sand and thanking you for it!”
“There you go, I knew you could do it,” Ronald’s wicked grin was replaced by something more genuine for just a moment, before acquiescing to Draluc’s (and his own body’s) demands and thrusting into the body above him in earnest.
Draluc let out another moan and tightened his hold on Ronald’s chest, fingernails briefly digging into the skin before his grip relaxed back. He started moving again, trying as best he could to meet each of Ronald’s thrusts. The same strap fell from his shoulder once again, but this time neither of them could be bothered to fix it. Ronald moved his hands underneath the fabric of the nightgown, grabbing Draluc’s ass.
“So good,” he panted, kneading the flesh under his fingertips, “Just like I thought, you look so good like this. Can’t wait to see your face when you come.”
“I don’t—haah!—I don’t think you’ll have to wait very long for—oh!” a particularly deep thrust seemed to knock the breath out of Draluc, who spent a few moments recovering before continuing to speak, “Please…”
“‘Please’ again?” Ronald asked, as if he wouldn’t do absolutely anything Draluc asked of him in that moment, “What else is there?”
“Touch me,” Draluc pleaded, pulling his erection out from under the fabric, as if it wasn’t already obvious where he was asking to be touched, “I want to feel you at both the front and back when I come.”
“Like this?” Ronald took hold of the dick in front of him, stroking up and down the shaft. Draluc could only respond with a brief nod amidst more moaning, “God, I love seeing you come undone for me like this.”
Indeed, Draluc was coming undone. It seemed as though Ronald’s every thrust was directly hitting his prostate. He couldn’t hold back the sounds he was making even if he’d wanted to, and he could feel some drool sliding out the corner of his mouth. And now with the added stimulation at his front, he could feel the end rapidly approaching. But he still wanted to make sure Ronald climaxed too, and even in his pleasure-addled mind, he knew exactly what to do to achieve this.
He leaned forward until their faces were almost close enough for them to kiss, and in the most sultry tone he could currently manage, whispered, “Please, I want you to fill me up. I want to feel you shoot yourself deep inside me. Mark me as yours.”
“Oh fuck,” Ronald swore. He again grabbed Draluc’s hip to prevent him from moving (though this time with only one hand, keeping the other on Draluc’s cock), but continued to thrust as deep and hard as he could. With a grunt that morphed into a long, low moan, Ronald emptied himself inside the vampire’s eager hole.
“Yes!” Draluc practically screamed as he felt himself be filled by Ronald’s essence, “Yes! I…I’m—!” he let out a loud, high pitched sound, almost a sob, as his orgasm overtook him, spilling his seed into Ronald’s hand.
They both remained still for a while, catching their breath and coming down from their high. Then Draluc gently rolled himself off of Ronald and onto the mattress next to him. As soon as he had, Ronald was blushing and burying his face in his hands.
“Uuu, I can’t believe I called you a ‘greedy little vampire,’” he groaned, “Why do you let me say these things??”
Draluc laughed. This was typical of Ronald: he could talk dirty just fine during the act, but once his mind was clear again, he felt embarrassed about the things he’d said.
“But Ronald, I am a greedy little vampire,” Draluc propped himself up on his elbows in order to better look at Ronald face to (hand-covered) face, “and you always give me what I want, so you’re just enabling me,” he gently pried Ronald’s fingers away from his face, “Now let’s put these hands to better use; I could really use some post-coital cuddling before we have to go clean ourselves up.”
“What, so I should just enable you even more now?” said Ronald, who was now also smiling.
“You not only should, but you will. You have fallen under my vampiric spell, after all,” Draluc wiggled the fingers of one hand in an exaggerated imitation of casting said spell.
“All right then, mister all-powerful higher vampire, here’s that cuddling you wanted,” Ronald turned onto his side and wrapped his arms around Draluc in a hug, “Love you,” he sighed happily.
“And I love you, too.”