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“When will you let me eat you, Satoru?” Suguru mouths at Satoru’s neck from behind, lapping up the blood pooling at his clavicles, licking a scarlet trail up to Satoru’s nape. He hums, lips ghosting the back of Satoru’s ear. “How long do I have to wait for?”
Satoru shudders, his voice breaking off into an almost-moan. He sits in Suguru’s lap, his priest’s robes haphazardly draping off his shoulders, exposing smooth alabaster skin to the cold air. Still, he turns and straddles Suguru, feeling the noticeable bulge in his pants. Satoru smirks and grinds down, leaving them both breathless with the sensation as they gasp hotly.
“I’ll let you have me when I’m ready.” Satoru laughs, a lilting sound that hooks Suguru in. He’s desperate, a monster brought down low, begging for more more more. Sometimes, Suguru wonders if Satoru is a siren disguised as a priest in holy grounds; dressed in those dark robes that leave everything to the imagination. Satoru is an enigma, blessed by existence — and Suguru’s no more than a bloodthirsty vampire seeking to satiate his carnal desires, feeding and fucking alike.
He’s guided by primal instinct, and it leads him to Satoru every time. Suguru doesn’t mind the compromising positions he’s been put in — he can wear a rosary as a leash, and he can kneel and beg for forgiveness so long as Satoru says the word.
Recently, they’ve been much more daring; fucking at the back rooms of the church Satoru works at, fucking in the hallway beneath a painting of the Lord Almighty, and they’ve talking about fucking on the altar multiple times already. Still, their painting escapade has got to be Suguru’s personal favourite; watching Satoru slide up the wall with every thrust as Suguru pounds into his sweet spot without fail. He always moans so sweetly, head thrown back and eyes rolling up as he coats his own face with tears and spit. The view is divine , one that rivals the portrait of Satoru’s lord and saviour just a foot above.
Satoru knows whenever Suguru’s mind strays. He’s just too obvious, shot up by love and lust alike, his pupils dilating as he zones out. Pouting, Satoru grinds down harder, jolting Suguru right back to reality. Satoru can feel the painfully hard bulge within Suguru’s pants, throbbing and begging for release.
Despite Suguru’s sharp eyes and elongated fangs; all crafted to kill — they both know who’s really in control of the situation. Suguru can’t bite Satoru unless he allows it; Suguru can’t cum unless Satoru allows it. Satoru smirks, fingertips trailing down Suguru’s skin, slipping past the hem of his underwear, a teasing touch lingering for just a moment before he pulls away.
Suguru almost whines. “Pathetic,” Satoru muses, rolling his robes further down his arms, exposing more of his shoulders. Suguru practically salivates at the sight of smooth alabaster skin, almost glowing in the dim-lit room. His hands twitch, begging to touch — but Satoru presses him down, forcing his back against the wooden chair, and Suguru is a goner.
Satoru kisses him slow, a hand curling around Suguru’s throat and pressing down just right when Suguru tries to quicken the pace. The vampire moans into the kiss, teeth clashing against teeth, and he has to force down the instinct to bite the inside of Satoru’s mouth and draw blood right then and there. Satoru smiles knowingly, deepening the kiss. He’s all over Suguru, covering every inch of his skin with Satoru, Satoru, Satoru.
“So good,” Satoru keens as Suguru’s hands wander where they shouldn’t, sliding down Satoru’s chest and bracketing his waist. Oh God, he’s so small— Suguru’s boner throbs at the thought. He leans in, lips brushing against the drying blood flaking on Satoru’s clavicles. “Just for me, hmm?” Satoru tilts his head to one side, offering Suguru better access.
“Only you,” Suguru croons, lapping at the flaking blood. His fangs itch to bite down again, draw more blood, let it pool all over Satoru’s body — a feast in the making, laid out just for Suguru. “It’s always been you, Satoru.” Suguru murmurs against Satoru’s skin, the vibration sending shivers down the priest’s spine.
“I know.” Satoru pets Suguru’s head — the way a master would treat his dog. Even though Suguru is neither collared or chained, he’s still figuratively bound to Satoru. Suguru can’t believe he once lived without Satoru — without soft white hair and bright blue eyes that see through all of him, rendering Suguru painfully vulnerable despite his superhuman strength.
All for Satoru.
“Have you been good for me, Suguru?” Satoru leans in, speaking against Suguru’s lips, their bodies pressed together and sharing sweet, sweet heat. Suguru is burning; he hasn’t ever felt silver against his skin, but he imagines that it’s a similar feeling that ignites deep within him every time Satoru teases him, toying with his deep-seated instincts. The priest seems to have no regard for his life — considering Suguru can easily manhandle him if he wanted to, holding him down and claiming him like he always desired. But Suguru won’t. And Satoru knows it. “Maybe I’ll let you eat me someday if you continue to be good for me.”
“I will,” Suguru gasps, burying his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck, catching the delectable whiff of blood pulsing under soft skin. “Say the word, Satoru.”
“Good boy.” Satoru caresses Suguru’s cheek, cupping his face and tilting his head up. Suguru’s lovestruck, drunk on the adrenaline high that comes with being around Satoru. His body moves on autopilot, drawn this way and that as Satoru sways dangerously on his lap, leaning back and throwing himself right in once more. “Now, come get your candy.”
Suguru doesn’t need to be told twice.
『••✎••』
“Father,” a voice echoes from the other end of the confessional. “Forgive me, for I have sinned. My last confession was half a year ago…”
Satoru’s half-zoned out, semi-listening to a sob story about this person’s homosexual tendencies for another man in the village. Apparently, according to this guy behind the wooden divider, he’s fallen in love with a man that’s ‘smoking hot and too sexy for the world’s own good,’ in his own words. “It’s not fair that one guy just…looks like this, you know? And I know it’s wrong, I really do—but I’ll follow the will of the Lord, I promise. Forgive me, Father—”
Well, Satoru’s not one to judge, considering he and Suguru fucked in the confessional only two nights ago.
“Fuck!” Satoru moans, throwing his head back as Suguru teases his nipples, tracing featherlight patterns down his chest and pressing on his stomach. Shit—he can feel Suguru’s cock deep in there, carving a place for himself deep in Satoru’s ass. “Oh—oh god—” Suguru punches out broken, staccato cries out of Satoru in quick succession. Satoru can’t think, can’t move, he can only clench his fists and feel . “God—fuck—”
He leans in, whispering in Satoru’s ear. “Saying the Lord’s name in vain—Father?”
That gets Satoru. He almost screams, his eyes rolling into the back of his head just as Suguru presses his thumb onto the tip of Satoru’s cock; pressing into that spot that feels so right, hurts so good. He cums, collapsing onto Suguru, twitching as he rides off the high. Suguru helps him through it, touching him in all the right places, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
“You haven’t cum yet,” Satoru says accusingly, after he finally comes down and regains some sense of coherence. He blinks, pouting at Suguru as he tries his best to drag his robes back over his body. He’s drenched in sweat, dripping a little, and he’s probably nowhere near presentable for tonight’s Saturday mass.
“What matters most is that you’re feeling good.” Suguru muses, absentmindedly wiping cum off both their stomachs. They lean against the wooden walls of the booth, catching their breath in shuddering gasps.
“Let me suck you off then,” Satoru gasps, sliding to his knees in one smooth motion. He blinks at Suguru in the way he knows the vampire likes best, his eyelashes fluttering as he palms at Suguru’s pants, trailing further up until he reaches his boner, kissing the tip before taking it all into his mouth. He hums around the cock in his throat, sending pleasant vibrations through Suguru’s body. Satoru knows Suguru likes it rough, so he doesn’t shy away from using a little teeth, scraping lines up and down the weight in his mouth.
Suguru moans, hands flying up to grasp Satoru’s hair as he yanks the priest further down Satoru’s cock. They’ve never been more grateful for Satoru’s lack of a gag reflex. “So good, Satoru.” Suguru’s breath comes out in shaky exhales. Satoru smiles around the cock in his mouth. He knows the effect he has on people, and he doesn’t shy away from using his looks to his advantage. He trails his teeth up Suguru’s dick, cupping his balls and sucking just right.
“Fuck,” Suguru gasps hotly, hands tightening around Satoru’s soft locks and giving him the pain-pleasure he craves. Satoru can feel himself hardening again, his cock filling up slowly but surely. “Hard again just from sucking me off, hmm?” Suguru grins, even though his face is flushed and he isn’t any less affected. “That’s blasphemous of you, Father. ”
Satoru tries to speak around Suguru’s cock. “Like you aren’t any better, fucking around with someone like me.” Instead, his words come out muffled, lewd sounds coaxing Suguru to completion. He cums down Satoru’s throat, and Satoru swallows without complaint. He licks his lips, smirking at Suguru as he sticks out his tongue. “All gone.”
“Fuck.” Suguru can’t help but sigh. “The things you do to me, Satoru.”
『••✎••』
“When will you be ready, Satoru?” Suguru pins Satoru against the confessional wall as soon as Satoru steps out of the booth, done with his duties for the day. “When will you let me eat you?” His voice drops to a whisper, sending shivers down Satoru’s spine.
“You can have me when I’m ready,” Satoru smirks, flipping their positions easily despite being physically shorter and weaker. “And when I say I’m ready—” he shoves a knee between Suguru’s legs, rubbing against his crotch. Suguru groans, low and deep. “I will let you know,” Satoru finishes, pressing harder with his knee. “So don’t bother me at work.”
“But I just want you.” Suguru pulls Satoru in, mouthing at his neck. Their chests are pressed so tightly together, about to burst at any moment. “And I don’t like waiting for my meal.”
“Well,” the priest only smiles easily, grabbing Suguru’s collar and slamming his head back against the confessional wall, “Too bad for you,” Satoru muses, fingers tracing patterns on Suguru’s torso, teasing touches dipping lower and lower. Suguru groans, chasing after the fleeting touch — but when Satoru grazes the edge of his pants, he pulls away completely, leaving Suguru hot and horny and absolutely desperate to fuck into Satoru until he cries.
“Little shit.” Suguru grits without real aggression. “You get off just by teasing me?”
“Matter of fact, I do sometimes. I cum when I know you won’t be.”
“Satoru,” Suguru flips their positions, crowding the priest against the wall again. He kisses a trail down Satoru’s neck, tearing the top of his robes for better access. “Hey—” Satoru cries, his voice breaking into a broken whine as Suguru bites at his clavicle, reopening old wounds as blood pools at his collarbone, dripping down his chest and adorning his skin with red. “That’s another set of my robes you’ve ruined,” he manages to protest, even when his legs are trembling from the pleasure and pain assaulting his senses.
Some part of Satoru wants to just give in and let Suguru make him feel good, outside of the very confessional he works in — but a stronger part of Satoru demands that the inevitable be special. He’s so drawn to Suguru; his dark hair and dark eyes, always so blown with love reserved for him and him only. Satoru knows he’s special, and he knows he wants Suguru as much as Suguru desires him, but he loves the push and pull and he won’t give up the tension between them for the world. Maybe soon though. There’s no telling when he’ll be ready.
For now, he lets Suguru ravage him however he wants. He’s flipped over, pressed against the confessional wall as the vampire forces Satoru down into a seductive arch, ass up and presented as his pants are ripped away without warning. “Fuck, my robes—” Satoru moans as Suguru grabs his waist, his fingertips almost touching. Still, Satoru manages to regain a semblance of dignity, turning around and winking at Suguru as he presents himself properly.
Satoru can hear the primal groan even without seeing Suguru properly. “Your meal for the night,” Satoru hums, arching further as Suguru visibly salivates.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Suguru’s helpless, drowning in the tide. Satoru has him under some trance; Suguru doesn’t know why he’s so hot and bothered. They’ve barely done anything, but Satoru always makes him feel so vulnerable without even trying. “I must have been a saint in my past life to taste someone like you in this one.”
“Don’t get all sappy on me when you’re literally about to eat my ass.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “I know you love me.”
“I do what I want,” Suguru huffs, but he spares Satoru the emotions. He settles into a semi-comfortable kneeling position — as comfortable as he can get with his knees digging into the tiled marble flooring — and he spreads Satoru’s cheeks, welcomed by the perfect view of Satoru’s pink puckered hole. “You’re so pretty down here,” he muses. Satoru Gojo is perfect in every form, even with his robes half-hanging on his body and his ass presented lewdly.
“Shut up,” Satoru flushes, burying his face in his arms.
“Fine by me.” Suguru smirks, diving in.
『••✎••』
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”
Satoru listens. Day after day, he listens to sins whispered through the confessional walls. Day after day, he hosts the weekly masses and lectures at the scheduled sermons.
The other priests are watching him. He can feel the weight of their stares upon his back. It’s heavy; it’s suffocating. Sometimes, when he closes his eyes, the voice of a monster speaks to him. I can kill them all for you, Satoru. Then, will you let me have you?
Satoru swallows, wringing his hands in his lap as he sits with the other priests, listening to the founder of this holy ground lecture them about the importance of their duties. They’re looking at Satoru. They’re whispering about Satoru. They talk about the amount of robes Satoru has to replace in the past weeks. They talk about how he insists on covering up, even when they have lighter robes for the summer. When they change in the communal dressing rooms and Satoru chooses to change in a secluded area behind a shower curtain, they whisper and they judge.
“Perhaps he’s got the Devil’s Mark on him,” one hisses vindictively. Right. Satoru far surpassed this priest’s ranks despite being so young. “That’s why he hides from the gaze of the Lord.”
“Perhaps it’s worse.” Another shudders. An unconvincing act. None of them fear Satoru. They fear their own guilty consciences much more than a young, pretty priest working in the same church. “Perhaps he’s been tempted into breaking chastity by a… man. ” The last word is whispered, a hushed secret among those who don’t know how to stay in their own lanes.
A third chimes in. “Shame, shame,” he tuts. “He’s young. He could have been so much more.”
The others hum in agreement, and Satoru clenches his fists. Still, he leans against the walls of his shower stall, and he takes deep breaths as he tries to calm his heart; desperately pounding at his ribcage, begging to be released. Satoru has never realised that being young comes with the perks of being stronger than the decrepit priests he works with. He just has to reach for their necks, crush their windpipes — and paint the room with a new coat of scarlet.
A creature claws in its confines. Satoru grits his teeth and leans against the wall, sliding down until he’s sitting on the cold floor. He won’t kill. He won’t. He’s more dignified than this.
A priest doesn’t raise his hands against the fellow children of the Lord.
Monsters do that in their stead.
『••✎••』
Despite their blasphemous activities in a sanctuary of the Lord, there are certain boundaries that Satoru and Suguru have never crossed. They’ve fucked practically everywhere in the church, but the altar is always spared from their escapades. Satoru doesn’t know why they just never fucked on the altar — like, if it’s about the amount of Ten Commandments that Satoru has broken, fucking in the back rooms or in the hallways or in the confessional doesn’t differ from fucking on the altar. Seriously. What’s stopping them?
Something about Satoru knowing intimately that if they ever do, he’ll be giving himself over to Suguru — wholly and irrevocably. There’s no going back; not there’s any going back from fucking a vampire on sacred grounds. Still, this is different all the same.
Tonight, when Suguru enters the church after everyone has left, Satoru doesn’t spare him anything more than a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. They turn down winding hallways framed by arched ceilings, until they reach the main room Suguru’s never entered.
Suguru knows he isn’t worthy of stepping foot in such a room. The room is for sermons and teachings of the Lord, not for sex. Especially not for sex between a priest and a vampire. But Satoru leads him right in front of the door, and Suguru can’t help but follow along.
Still, he asks. “This room? You sure?”
“Don’t you want me?” Satoru hums, fiddling with the set of keys he pulls from his new robes. “If you are good for me tonight, I’ll let you eat me.”
Oh. Oh.
“So you’re finally ready,” Suguru wraps his arms around Satoru’s waist, leaning in so his fangs can graze the back of Satoru’s neck.
“I’ve made up my mind,” the priest hums, slipping the correct key into the rusting lock. It turns with a dull click. Tilting his head back for Suguru’s better access, he blinks at the vampire with those lovely blue eyes, brighter than any sky. “If I’m seen as a monster, why not become one?”
Suguru smirks. “Is my bloodlust getting to you? The urge to kill, the urge to
consume?
”
“Why not,” Satoru breathes, pushing the door open. “The church is corrupt no matter how you look at it. Staying inside is complacency. But if I step outside with you—”
“—you’ll have something to prove.” Suguru finishes. “Right, Sa-to-ru? ”
“Right.” Satoru’s voice is no more than a whisper as they pass the first row of pews, arranged neatly according to the patterns on the marble tiles they tread on. He intertwines Suguru’s hand with his own, slowly leading him through the centre of the room. Suguru brushes a fingertip against a pew; drawing an invisible line along the sides as he moves on.
Satoru brings about the desecration of such a holy venue; but the heat pooling at his crotch muddles his mind, so he can’t really bring himself to care for a system that’s much less saintly than it proclaims to be. They reach the foot of the altar, and Satoru takes the first step up. Now, he’s half an inch taller than Suguru, peering into his dark eyes. “Come on,” Satoru whispers seductively, “don’t keep me waiting, hmm?”
Suguru doesn’t wait a second more. He closes the distance between them, capturing Satoru’s lips in a fierce and bloody kiss. He nips at the corner of Satoru’s mouth and the priest moans, allowing Suguru deeper access. The vampire hums into the kiss, biting the inside of Satoru’s mouth as the priest cries in pain, sharp but wanton all the same. “More,” Satoru mouths, even as blood drips from his lips and down his chin. “Please,
more.
”
Satoru’s voice goes straight to Suguru’s dick. The altar is the brightest thing in the darkness of the church, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the stained glass windows. In the shadows, Satoru almost glows, his light rivalling the altar itself. When his hands slide up Suguru’s chest, teasing and taking; his face remains as soft and as gentle as the morning dew. If not for the vampire; Satoru would be unblemished, unmarred, unbroken. But now, he trusts Suguru to break him through and through and put him together piece by piece.
What would Suguru be reduced to if he doesn’t oblige? He wouldn’t know — his existence is devoted to his one and only, and he can’t imagine not servicing Satoru like the deity he is, spread out on his own altar. Suguru pulls Satoru close, lips ghosting at Satoru’s neck.
Then, he dips the priest down, until his hair grazes against the marble stairs. Satoru gasps softly, but he doesn’t protest, he doesn’t fight. His body goes lax as he allows Suguru to lift him in a princess carry, clinging onto the vampire’s shoulder as he ascends the stairs one by one.
Satoru hooks his arms around Suguru’s neck, half-lidded eyes gazing into the shape of Suguru’s soul. “Take me,” he whispers, fluttering those pretty eyelashes close to Suguru’s face.
“How do you want me to eat you?” Suguru asks, his voice as soft as midnight rain as he carefully lays Satoru on the altar, his robes fanning out all around him, his hair a halo crowning his head with light. In the darkness, the priest looks like a sacrifice — someone so divine brought down low, only to be worshipped to the heavens and back. Satoru’s so beautiful, especially when he gazes at Suguru with such trust — such devotion he should only offer a god. Suguru is anything but, but if Satoru wants him to play a certain role, he’s more than capable of doing so.
Satoru smiles gently, splayed out on the cold marble surface. The velvet cloth laid over the altar does nothing to block out the cold, so he shivers as he says, “however you want. Make me feel something. ”
“I’ll take my time then,” Suguru leans over Satoru, his long black hair a curtain fanning over the priest’s face. “I’ve been waiting so long to savour you.”
Suguru unbuttons Satoru’s robes slowly, fleeting touches skating over alabaster skin. Satoru sucks in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. This time, instead of the roughness that naturally occurs between them when they’re hot and bothered and too far deep in the moment; Suguru treats Satoru like he’s a porcelain doll, touching every inch of his exposed body with such devotion. He’s more careful as he slips Satoru’s robes off his body, revealing his nude body to the sculptures of the religious figures witnessing the scene from where they stand at the sides of the room.
He trails kisses down Satoru’s jaw, down his neck, past his collarbones and down onto his chest. Satoru shudders as Suguru trails reverent hands up and down his torso, fingers brushing against rosy nipples. Suguru kisses around them, on them, shushing Satoru as he keens, almost jerking off the altar. “Relax, Satoru,” Suguru hums, kissing Satoru’s ribs one by one. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Suguru, Suguru,” Satoru chants his lover’s name like a broken prayer, not knowing where to put his hands. He settles them in Suguru’s hair, trying to push him down — but Suguru smiles easily as he untangles Satoru’s hands from his long locks, pinning them above the priest’s head. Satoru whines, tossing his head from side to side as Suguru licks a stripe down Satoru’s side. Even his sweat is so sweet, a dessert laid out for Suguru to take take take.
“You taste so good,” Suguru practically moans as he kisses a line along Satoru’s abdomen. Satoru pouts and whines loudly, struggling against Suguru’s grip as he keens, “please, please, please Suguru—give me more—”
Suguru hums, sending pleasant vibrations down Satoru’s spine. “You can be doing that around my cock instead, please Suguru—”
“Good things come to those who wait.” Suguru looks up at Satoru with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown over by sheer lust. “Haven’t you read your scriptures, Father?”
“I don’t remember—anything like that in the Bible— ah! ” Satoru arches his back on instinct as Suguru bites his inner thigh, soothing the wound by lapping at it with his tongue. The priest writhes, but Suguru easily holds him down with two hands pressing at his hips.
“So sensitive,” Suguru muses, kissing a line up Satoru’s thigh, lips ghosting at his dripping cock. “I can just play with you like this for hours—”
“Don’t you dare,” Satoru pants, falling back against the cool marble of the altar as he tries to stare down Suguru as threateningly as possible. It doesn’t work. Satoru’s so cute like this, Suguru thinks to himself as he kisses along Satoru’s other thigh. The priest shivers, hands not knowing what to grab — eventually settling on clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
Suguru kisses the tip of Satoru’s cock, red and dripping with pre-cum already. “I barely did anything,” Suguru teases, “and you’re already this desperate for me?”
“Stop
teasing,
” Satoru shudders as Suguru traces a fingertip along Satoru’s veins. “Just—do something,
dammit!
”
“But you’re just so pretty.” Suguru dips a finger between Satoru’s legs, circling at his rim as Satoru’s moans spike in volume. He’s writhing again, wordlessly begging for Suguru to just give it to him. “Too pretty to eat so soon,” Suguru’s cock strains against the confines of his pants, but instead of just fucking Satoru right there and then he pulls his finger away. Satoru almost yells from the loss, and he half-sits up to stare wildly at Suguru.
“Why did you—” Satoru whines, his soft hair a mess and plastered against his forehead, soaked with sweat. “Suguru—”
“Say please, Satoru,” Suguru smirks, moving to Satoru’s leg and kissing a line up the smooth skin. Satoru shivers, wrapping his arms around himself as Suguru caresses him softly, reaching further and further up — almost there — before darting away. Satoru groans from the frustration. He’s so
hot.
He just needs Suguru to rail him to oblivion, but he won’t even give him that—
“Ah!” Satoru falls back onto the altar as Suguru laps at his thighs, trailing slick saliva down to his rim. “Please, please, please—” he chants, feeling the familiar heat coiling in his gut. “Please Suguru, stop teasing, just give me—”
“Hmm?” Suguru hums, kissing Satoru's rim. “Give you what, Satoru?”
“Your cock!” Satoru shouts, clenching his thighs around Suguru as he suddenly licks at his puckered hole. “Suguru, Suguru, Suguru,” he whines.
Suguru smirks. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Satoru sighs in relief.
“But I still have to prepare you.”
Never mind. Satoru groans.
The vampire’s three fingers deep in Satoru, thrusting in and out quickly and jabbing at Satoru’s prostate with every motion. “Ah, ah, ah, ” Satoru can only cry, tears spilling from his pretty eyes and trailing down the sides of his face as Suguru leans in, licking away Satoru’s tears. “Hmm, still sweet,” he muses, while speeding up the pace of his fingers.
“ Ah, Suguru, please—” Satoru’s cut off by a choked moan as Suguru pinches his nipple, sending him arching off the altar again. It’s too much, but Satoru can’t help but crave more. His eyes roll back into his head as Suguru draws circles on his ribs, almost tickling him with the featherlight touches. “Suguru,” Satoru moans the vampire’s name. “Please.”
“What do you want, Sa-to-ru? ” Suguru trails kisses down the side of Satoru’s neck, biting down on his collarbone and drawing blood. Satoru moans desperately, fingers tangling in Suguru’s hair and holding them there. “You have to use your words,” he hums, lapping up the blood pooling at his clavicle and trickling onto his skin. Satoru tastes divine. So sweet.
“Your—your cock,” Satoru cries, “just put it in already, give it to me, you see I’m already prepped enough—”
“Of course, darling.” Suguru croons, taking out his fingers with a squelch. Satoru whines at the loss. “You want to be claimed so bad, hmm?”
“I
do.
” Tears gather in Satoru’s eyes, reflecting the dim-lit room. “Just take me already—”
Suguru feeds his cock into Satoru, inch by inch, watching as Satoru goes cross-eyed, shivering under Suguru as he throws his head back, almost slamming himself into the altar. “More,” he begs, fluttering his eyelashes, clumped with crystalline tears, “more, Suguru, more. ”
As always, Suguru indulges in Satoru. He shoves the rest of his cock inside Satoru in one go, and they both moan as Satoru’s walls flutter around Suguru. He’s so tight, even as he’s dripping with lube and pre-cum. Suguru presses Satoru down, throwing long legs over his shoulders as he pulls out until his tip kisses Satoru’s rim, then he thrusts back in with full force.
Satoru screams. He can feel everything inside him; Suguru’s cock, the pulsing veins digging into his sweet spots, the way his stomach bulges slightly when Suguru hammers into him, hitting just right as he fucks Satoru into oblivion. He has given up on using his voice; broken cries of sheer ecstasy spilling from his mouth as Suguru sucks on his nipples, brushing his thumb over the sensitive head of Satoru’s cock.
And Suguru sees everything. The way Satoru comes undone so beautifully around Suguru, the way he cums even though Suguru has barely touched his cock, walls clenching down on Suguru’s dick as his grip goes lax and drool spills from his lips, tears streaming down his face. Satoru looks thoroughly debauched, splayed out on the altar for Suguru to take in the view. He’s most beautiful when he’s feeling so good, reaching up with trembling hands to pull Suguru closer. The vampire obliges, sucking new marks onto Satoru’s neck where they’d definitely be visible the day after. He claims Satoru with every new bite, every drop of blood.
“So good,” Satoru moans, shuddering as he comes down from his high. He trembles in Suguru’s arms, and Suguru can’t help but coo at the sight. “Shhh,” Suguru soothes. “I’ll take good care of you. Just one more for me, okay?”
“Okay,” Satoru blinks up at Suguru. He’s so trusting, and Suguru can’t imagine doing anything to defile that trust. “Okay.”
Suguru fucks slow and deep into Satoru, feeling every inch of Satoru around him. He groans. Fuck — Satoru feels so good. He can’t get enough of him. He just needs more. He needs everything Satoru can give, and as he leans in and captures Satoru’s lips in a bruising kiss, he knows that Satoru feels the exact same way. “Give it to me,” Satoru sobs from the pleasure, pulling Suguru down again. “Give it all to me.”
That does something to Suguru. “You can’t just say that,” he grips Satoru’s waist, forcing him deeper on his cock. Satoru moans, and Suguru just can’t help it. He manages a warning, “I’m doing it now.” Satoru nods blearily, tilting his head to the side, offering Suguru access.
As Suguru cums with a low groan, he bites down on Satoru’s neck, still fucking into him with slow, languid strokes. Satoru screams, dragging his arms down Suguru’s back. Suguru smiles, teeth stained with sweet blood as he drinks from his beloved, wrapping a hand around Satoru’s cock as he brings him to completion for the second time.
Satoru slumps against the altar, completely drained. Still, he reaches for Suguru as he feels his lifeforce slipping away, grabbing Suguru’s wrist and bringing it to his lips. As Suguru drinks to his heart’s content, Satoru uses the last of his energy to break through the vampire’s skin and suck up droplets of blood trickling down his arm.
Satoru dies as a human, blood staining his lips as one last twisted kiss.
“Took you long enough,” is the first thing Suguru says when Satoru blinks awake, bright blue eyes tinted with a hue of red. “I thought it didn’t work for a second.”
“What did I say?” Satoru croons, cupping Suguru’s face with two pale hands, drained of all colour. “I trust you, Su-gu-ru. ”
“Welcome home,” Suguru grins, kissing Satoru on the tip of his nose. “You ready?”
“Shit, wait,” Satoru dips a finger between his legs, feeling around his rim. Suguru’s cum drips onto his hand, and he pulls away with a hiss. He pouts, glaring at Suguru playfully. “I can’t go walking around like this. Clean me up first.”
“Certainly.” Suguru tilts Satoru’s head up and kisses him, before sinking down to his knees before the altar. “We have all the time in the world.”