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The sounds of the bathwater sloshing against the sides of the clawed bathtub rang in Oliver’s ears. Lost in the moment, he watched as Felix’s hands migrated downwards, stroking himself as he threw his head back in euphoria.
Oliver thought he had to be out of sight, and there was no way Felix, so lost in the journey of bringing himself to orgasm, would dare to look his way.
He was wrong.
Felix threw his head back against the tub, letting his cheek rest against the edge. As he slowly opened his eyes, he quickened his movements, rubbing himself faster.
Then, they gazes met. Felix’s eyes widened, nearly jumping up in surprise. Then, he yelled in a mix of anger and confusion.
“Ollie? What the hell are you doing?”
His blood felt frozen, beads of sweat forming at the nape of his neck. He needed an excuse, quickly. "Felix, I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-"
As Oliver vomited words, Felix swiftly cut him off.
"How long have you been standing there?"
Avoiding falsehoods, Oliver lowered his head in shame, remaining just outside the bathroom door. He confessed with a heavy sense of guilt.
“A while.”
Felix’s expression, originally filled with shame and embarrassment, softened, and then he spoke.
“Well fuck, it can’t be helped." leaning back, the dark haired, tall man stretched, and shrugged, looking back at the unmoved Oliver. “Do you want to join me then?”
Oliver's heart raced, questioning if he'd slipped into a blackout and this was all a dream. The sheer impossibility of both of them fitting in the bathtub, especially considering Felix's towering height, baffled him. He pondered what Mrs. Catton might have fed Felix during his upbringing or whether a life of privilege had somehow fueled his insane stature. Was the bathtub a vintage piece or custom-made to cater to the needs of the tallest Catton sibling?
He couldn’t resist though, if he was offering. He was just grateful that he hadn’t been thrown out of the mansion for peeping, but he had to be sure this wasn’t a joke, or a game.
“Are you sure?”
“Come on now,” Felix urged, pulling his legs to his chest to make room for the other man. “Water will get cold if you wait too long.”
As Oliver locked the door behind him, he stepped into the vast, opulent bathroom that resembled a palace. The lighting was peculiar, casting an emphasis on the sizable piece of plumbing at its center. Preferring to undress in the shadows, the shorter man began stripping, starting with his top. He peeled off the white undershirt, tossing it into the corner beside Felix's discarded clothing. Without much realization, his trousers and boxers joined the pile on the floor, followed by the removal of his socks, completing the process of shedding all his clothing articles.
As Oliver began gathering his clothes in the corner, he noticed Felix's garments neatly piled together – the blue polo shirt paired with his shorts and black briefs. Absent from the stack was Felix's binder, prompting Oliver to consider if its disappearance was linked to Felix's two-week absence from classes earlier in the term, the clutter in their dormitory, and Felix's increased use of marijuana, likely an attempt to alleviate the pain of recovering from surgery. It made Oliver ponder why Felix appeared so elated when inviting him to spend the summer with his family.
He was intimately familiar with that sensation—the conflicting rush of emotions following his own surgery. Reflecting on that time, he couldn't help but wonder if telling that lie had been a mistake. It seemed like Felix was drifting apart, yet paradoxically, Felix had never felt more connected to him.
He knew him.
He took a little too long staring at the clothes, the voyeur in him wanting so desperately to lift them to his nose, to smell the remains of Felix’s sweat from the hot summer day.
Instead, he stepped into the light, granting Felix a full view of his body. The other man's eyes widened in amazement as Oliver raised one leg to step into the bathtub beside the other. Sharing a laugh, Felix watched as the warm water enveloped Oliver, their eyes meeting in a moment of connection before the taller man blurted out, "Fuck, your pecker is bigger than mine. I'm envious."
Oliver wanted to shake off the comment. “Don’t say that. It takes a bit. You only just started, no?"
Felix threw his head back, chuckling to himself as he rubbed his eyes, as Oliver adjusted to the temperature. “Ollie, can I ask something of you?”
“Go on with it.”
“You sure?”
“I’m listening, Felix.”
“Can I touch you?”
Oliver’s face turned red, whether it was the steam from the tub or the implications of the question, he would never know.
He felt like he was dreaming.
“Absolutely.”
Felix leaned in, his finger delicately tracing Oliver's clavicles, a simple yet intimate gesture that sent a shiver down Oliver's spine. Locked in each other's gaze, Felix's touch ventured further, teasing Oliver's nipples, silently seeking approval, which Oliver gladly granted. Without hesitation, Felix leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing Oliver's damp skin. Oliver was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, aroused and immersed in the moment. Unable to contain himself, Felix wrapped his arms around Oliver, gently tracing the tip of his tongue over Oliver's nipple, tenderly kissing the scar beneath, as the other man’s breath hitched. The sensation was almost overwhelming for Oliver; he felt like he could climax from just this intimacy. The sensation of pure euphoria, being able to give himself fully to Felix, a man he never thought would look his way. He thought it would take much more than a slash to his bike tires to unite them, but Felix’s charm had him wrapped around his finger; and here he was, wrapped around his.
Continuing to lick the tip of his nipple, Felix’s hand migrated lower, to trace the edges of Oliver's lower half. Feeling his dick harden at the sensation, the man used his thumb to stroke the throbbing member, while simultaneously teased the entrance of the smaller man’s cunt, causing him to buck his hips towards him. Begging for entrance from Felix's long, boney fingers.
“Fe-lix-” His breath hitched as the dark haired man continued to suck his nipple. He didn’t acknowledge his name being called, just continuing to stroke the foreskin on the outside of Oliver’s t-dick, continuing to tease the entrance, rubbing circles on the outside before pushing a finger in. Oliver grasped the back of the other man’s black hair, tangling his fingers in it while he kissed the other nipple, stroking his dick to a near climax. He couldn’t take it, he needed to feel Felix. “Let me touch you now, please.”
“I'm- you can't, mate, just can’t, would love you to though," Felix said in a moan, watching the other man squirm beneath him as he padded his dick harder, stroking his overly sensitive head. “It’s just...yeah, you know."
Felix's gaze turned sharper, but more hesitant as he continued to prod Oliver.
"Its what? Go on, spit it out." Oliver urged, his body trembling with the overwhelming rush of sensation. The way Felix was revering every inch of his body had him feeling like he could ascend to the stars. If this were a dream, he had no desire to wake up; he wished to linger in this sanctuary with Felix indefinitely. He longed to be baptized in this bathtub, to worship within the sanctuary of Felix Catton forever. The way that Felix was touching all of him with such love, care, and arousing force had him spinning. Still, he wanted to know. “Felix- say what you were going to say.”
Felix pulled apart, shame coming over him, lips pursed. “Why do you think I was in the bathtub to begin with?”
He wasn't sure, actually.
“To jerk off?”
Felix’s eyes wandered to the water of the bathtub, avoiding eye contact. Oliver pressed, gravitating a hand to touch the other man’s face, rubbing his cheek.
“No. It’s my... time of the month, Ollie.”
Oliver finally understood.
“Oh, no of course. That makes sense. I used to do the same thing.”
Retracting his hand from Oliver's underside, Felix leaned in, resting his head on the other man's shoulder, concealing his face as Oliver drew him into a comforting embrace. As if periods weren’t bad enough, this was extra nuanced. Everyone had their relationships with it. He had spoken with people on message boards in the early days of his journey that had accepted it as a part of their lives, while others were distraught with dysphoria every time it happened. He knew Felix was one of the ones that was likely in a spiral right now, and he was happy to be able to comfort him.
“I hate it. It feels fuckin’ terrible, mate.”
“I know. It takes a bit for it to go away, Felix, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t - it doesn't mean you don't deserve to receive pleasure.”
Felix wouldn’t budge.
"It makes me feel so..."
Oliver was already aware of the words before they left his lips. He had wrestled with this very experience, haunted by it, but he had made peace with it long ago. He wanted to be there for Felix, to bring him comfort, to caress every part of him.
Oliver grabbed the other man's face, pressing their foreheads together and mirroring the same trace Felix's tongue had undergone over his scars. The ones they shared, each unique but united in this bathtub.
"You're a beautiful goddamn boy, and it's completely natural for a beautiful goddamn boy to be menstruating. Give it time.”
As Felix withdrew slightly, his eyes shimmered with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, vulnerability, and a hint of surprise at the unexpected sentiment. It was evident that Oliver's words had struck a chord within him, evoking a response that went beyond mere acknowledgment. He knew that this was something he was used to dealing with, and it was temporary for now - but having Oliver show him so much care had him wanting to cry. To hold him. To touch him.
“Now,” Oliver leaned forward, brushing his lips. “Let me touch your goddamn gorgeous boy body, Felix.”
Felix glanced back, nodding in silent agreement. Without hesitation, Oliver let his hand explore Felix's intimacy, observing as the bathwater tinted red while his fingers ventured deeper. Using his two index fingers, he gently entered Felix, simultaneously stimulating him with his thumb, evoking a gasp of pleasure from the sensitive Felix. "God, Ollie," Felix exhaled in a mix of pleasure and surprise.
"You might not know this, but I'm a vampire," Oliver whispered seductively, increasing his pace while skillfully manipulating his fingers, seeking that elusive spot that made Felix writhe in his embrace. "And you? You're one too. It'll take more than a little blood to scare me, 'Lix."
As Oliver expertly worked Felix with his thumb, their lips collided, tongues dancing fervently as the bathwater took on a metallic pink hue, a testament to the intensity of their shared pleasure. He sensed every part of Felix responding to his touch, as if he held all the strings to a marionette, the warm, velvety walls gripping his fingers as he daringly introduced a third. The natural ease of entry enticed him further, intensifying his movements and applying more pressure on Felix's throbbing clit.
“I’m going to-” Felix moaned, biting against his bottom lip as his oversensitive lower half was devoured by the work from Oliver’s unpracticed fingers. “Go on, Felix.” Oliver pleaded between kisses. “Come on me. Behave for me. Come for me.”
And he did.
As he thrust his hips forward, Oliver felt Felix's climax surge, a stunning amalgamation of menstruation and other fluids enveloping his hand.
This man was wriggling under him, this beautiful goddamn demigod of a man that made his dick hard with every waking moment he graced his presence. Here he was though, under his spell, allowing him to bathe in his blood, hungry, without shame.
Without hesitation, Oliver indulged in the moment, breaking away from the kiss to bring his fingers to his mouth, savoring the metallic taste with the tip of his tongue.
"I hope you can get used to this, Felix," Oliver proclaimed, his eyes fixed on the flushed and overwhelmed Felix.
Felix noticed there was a palpable shift in the other man's demeanor—gone was the soft-spoken, reserved Oliver, replaced by a hungry, primal force that Felix wouldn't have minded being consumed by. This was his friend, his true companion, Oliver Quick.
Oliver spoke, a mixture of gratitude and excitement in his voice as they basked in the mixes of their fluids in the bathtub.
“We can run this place as vampires, together one day. Thanks for being my first blood sacrifice,"
He emphasized the final word, a curl in his tongue.
"-mate."