New Obsession? Or just a way to pass time? [cw]

Hearing the vampyre as he felt his arms around him made the lycan smile. It was clear how affectionate they had grown just over this day alone. The nibble and whisper made him scoff, pressing himself back against the vampyre. "I'd probably do more than blush," he murmured, closing his eyes and letting his body relax. "But then again, if you start touching me I might never want you to stop,' he pondered, just being completely honest with what was going though his mind. He took another drag from his cigarette, humming as he opened his eyes to look up at the sky once more.
"Fuck," he muttered as Eden found a spot on his neck that felt exceptionally good, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked up at the sky. "I don't think star gazing will ever be the same without you," he chuckled in a hasty breath. He was getting turned on slowly, getting touched so simply and yet it was what he needed.

"Hmm I guess I can't promise you I won't look at the stars woth other people," he pondered, a slight bratty smile on his lips. He thought about it for a while as he finished up his cigarette before dumping the bud in the ashtray. "Though I could promise not to do this with them," he chuckled, feeling the vampyre press him closer. It felt too good to be true. Just standing here alone with the stars above and not a car in the distance felt like this was the perfect get away.
"I know I promised to be good today ... so you better enjoy it before I turn up the brattiness tomorrow," he said. Maybe this was a moment of weakness. A point in time where he didn't have to prove anything and could just stand here with Eden and feel right. Feel wanted and needed in ways he seldom had.

Romeo chuckled, shrugging lightly without disturbing the cold hands that were slowly roaming over his skin, making him feel a sense of yearning. He wanted to be touched all over, feel his hands grasp at him, stroke him and caress him. "I hope you can," he said, though it was clear that it was more of a challenge for the both of them. "But then again, I don't think I'd mind any punishment you'd come up with," he though out loud, his body clearly remembering how they had fooled around on the grass.
The admittance and subsequent appreciation of the night made him smile, "ditto," he muttered, closing his eyes at the kiss. He placed his hands over the vampyre's arms, stroking them and making him feel just how much he liked being in his embrace. "It's getting late," he said, suddenly realising how tired he was. Perhaps it was because the adrenaline from the fight was slowly exiting his body. Then he remembered what Eden had said about stakes and the fact they smelled of smoke from the festival. "How about a bath together?" He suggested. It sounded innocent enough, and while the lycan had already had a shower earlier, he wouldn't mind feeling the vampyre's skin pressed against his own in the tub.

"And what? You're afraid you couldn't contain yourself?" He asked, chuckling as he followed the vampyre back inside. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, placing the shirt over a chair, walking closer to Eden. He took his hands, guiding them to his bare chest, sighing at the feeling. "I promised to behave ... I won't misbehave, that's a promise," he said, though it was a bit in teasing he was also serious. He wasn't going to take it further, but he just wanted the night to continue a little bit. "You can touch me wherever you want, but down there," he chuckled, it was a challenge but if the vampyre was up for it, why not explore this intimacy a little further?
He stepped out of Eden's grip, unzipping his pants, just letting them fall to the floor. Heading to the bathroom he stopped in the door with a chuckle. "There's even petals in the tub ready to use," he said. It was meant to be. Turning on the water he made sure the temperature was how he liked it, as he guessed Eden wasn't too peckish with temperatures like that. Mixing in some of the nice foamy soap he got undressed the rest of the way, standing in front of the mirror. Studying the tape over his eyebrow he wondered if he would get a scar there. Either way he washed his face, just getting whatever dirt out of his nose and eyes. Reaching over he took a small hand towel, drying his face.

Turning around he smiled as he watched Eden reach his hand out, taking it and getting in to the warm water together. Sighing he felt the water warmer than his own skin, which felt almost like a relief. It meant that his healing wouldn't last too long. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he just sat there for a short while before he moved over and closer to Eden. "You were so far away," he chuckled, reaching out to touch a petal that was stuck to the vampyre's chest. He smiled, dragging it around, moving up to sit in his lap. "Is this good?" He asked almost innocently, but they both knew that this was a risk. They could both lose it, just devour one another, and yet it seemed like the lycan was good at containing himself.
Grabbing a sponge he sat on his lap, washing the vampyre in gentle circles over his chest and shoulders. "I think it's the first time I've touched your skin and it hasn't been cold," he muttered a bit in surprise. Leaning down he hovered his lips over the vampyre's mouth, smiling to himself, "but you do still smell like yourself," he said.

Sitting up on the handsome man he could feel so much of their skin touching one another. The words sounded almost like a plea, and the lycan gladly complied, connecting their lips in a tender kiss. His hand forgetting about the sponge, dropping it in the water between them. His hands moved up in to the light brown hair, massaging his scalp as he slowly made out with him. His cheeks got color once more. It was as if the vampyre just made him blush for no reason. Or, it wasn't really for no reason. They were both naked in a tub, making out and surrounded by rose petals. Breaking the kiss he panted lightly, leaning his forehead against the vampyre's cold shoulder. "You're making me hard," he muttered, almost as if it was a complaint. And it sorta was. The vampyre had gotten his release earlier, and right now the lycan felt almost pained knowing he had to hold back. His breath was a little shallow, his heart beating faster. It was just hard to ignore how good it really felt to be this close. "Tell me about what your plans are for tomorrow," he said in a plea. He needed a distraction, and maybe just talking about tomorrow would make it easier to get over his need.

Getting pulled closer he groaned softly, his cheeks growing redder. However hearing about tomorrow did help. It made his brain think of something else, and he felt himself calm down. Though as he was licked on the neck he cursed under his breath in Italian, gritting his teeth at the mumble. If he hadn't been this needy, he would've spoken back, but he could barely speak as the vampyre touched his back. "It's not fair to feel how turned on you are along with what I feel myself," he argued. Many lycans could get overstimulated rather easily at least when the attraction was this apparent. While Romeo was well versed in lust he wasn't as used to this new feeling he got when he was with Eden. It was stronger than attraction, that was for sure. As the vampyre massaged him, there were quite a few points down on his back that had tension in them, groaning a bit when he touched them. "Do you like seeing me like this?" He muttered, panting softly against the vampyre's shoulder.

Turning his head to look at the vampyre, his cheeks warm, groaning slightly at the massage. The reminder made him close his eyes, frowning a bit as he was clearly in quite the predicament. Sure, they had agreed to this, but now that he was sitting here on his lap, all he really wanted was to be touched. It felt almost humiliating, being so needy and yet he seemed to fight it. "Don't tease me," he muttered, his hands grabbing slightly at the vampyre's chest. He pressed himself closer, wrapping his arms around him and just closing his eyes. Maybe if he just put mind over matter he could withhold himself. In his eyes it wouldn't be fair. Eden's body felt nice, felt right, and he didn't know why he was the one to all of a sudden have a hard time controlling himself. He reached over, placing his lips against the vampyre's neck, kissing along it.

The question he tried to ignore. Few things were holding him back, one of them being the fact that touching himself would sort of admit defeat, wouldn't it? Or perhaps it was the fact he felt bitter about their promise earlier. He wanted Eden to touch him, and his own hand would be nothing compared, he just knew it. As his head was pulled away it would be clear on the lycan's face. His cheeks red, his hair damp and hanging in to his eyes as he panted softly. He was denying himself the pleasure but ended up nodding to his question. "Yes," his voice slightly shaking. He had held back all day, defied his natural instincts and now he was sitting here trying to ignore them once more. His body was tired and his mind easily convinced to do anything. It was a dangerous combination in the wrong people's hands. He grit his teeth, his hands running down Eden's chest, caressing it slowly as his fingers only barely touched the water. It was as if dipping down under the surface would mean he gave in. "Do you want me ... To touch myself ... For you?" He said, his shoulders trembling a little as the mere thought of touching himself was nice, but doing it for Eden would have more meaning behind it.

Romeo had been with quite a few men. All only wanting the same, that being their own relief. The lycan's needs always came second in their eyes, and yet he had never minded it. As long as, in the moment, he felt needed and wanted, he didn't care. But the vampyre was different. He had a kindness to him as well as a rough side. He could recognise when Romeo needed to feel something as well. The lycan felt the hands dip under water, gripping his thighs and he groaned softly. He looked in to those blue green eyes he had found so much comfort in. "This doesn't make me less than," he muttered, his breath haltering
as his hands dipped under the water, crossing that invisible line as his hand held around his member. It felt so sensitive, as if he had already cum, but he hadn't felt the release yet. Carefully he began jerking himself, moaning as his shoulders trembled, his forehead returning to Eden's shoulder.
He took it slow at first, just getting used to the feeling of smelling the vampyre while simultaneously pleasuring himself. Fuck he was really on edge. It felt like.just a simple flick of the wrist would send him over. "I know you said you don't just fall in love," he whispered, panting and moaning against his skin, his upper body tensing from time to time. Even now he seemed to withhold his own release. "But don't you think you could love me anyways?" He whispered.

Eden seemed to know just how to comfort him. He felt weak for even giving in to his urges, but sitting here and feeling their skin pressed together made it unimaginably hard to ignore. In the garden it had been different. He had been able to focus on Eden, feel his pleasure and let him be in charge. He felt the hands move up, cupping his face and Romeo looked at him with half lidded eyes that said it all. He was panting softly, stroking himself a little firmer and faster at the vampyre's encouragement. Then he felt his lips, and he knew that disappointing Eden now wasn't an option.
His movements became a little uneasy as he neared closer, which didn't take long before he had to break the kiss, letting out a rather vulnerable moan as he finally gave in to his climax. Romeo was shaking a little, panting softly as his eyes were trying to focus on Eden. He was in bliss, his eyes love stricken and his jaw trembling slightly. "Thank you," he muttered between his breaths trying to calm down, but the emotions he had felt from the vampyre was quite powerful. He collapsed a little against Eden, resting his cheek against the cold chest, and it made him realise just how warm he had gotten.

It was clear that as the euphoria dwindled off, the lycan was pretty clearly rather exhausted. He heard the mutter, but his body couldn't even listen to the orders his brain gave. "Not yet," he replied a bit drowsy. He hated being this tired, he always felt like such a kid, but staying up with Eden had been the best thing ever. Romeo used all his might to sit up, his eyes clearly fighting to fall shut at any moment. It was easy to see how he trusted the vampyre, because if not he would've found a way to get out of the tub by himself. "Sorry 'bout the ... smearing," he muttered, looking down at where he could see his seed floating slightly on the surface.
He wasn't quite sure how, but they managed to get out of the tub, perhaps Eden had carried him? Or maybe he had been stubborn enough to dry himself off somewhat before collapsing on the bed. His face dug in to a pillow, the rose petals had flown everywhere. His breath was calm, a little shallow as he seemed to still be fighting the urge to sleep. It wasn't until Eden got in to bed that he would seem to finally drift off to sleep.

Romeo slept well. Maybe it was the fact that he had gotten the release he had sought that had just made his whole body shut down for a while. He barely noticed the vampyre tidying up, it wasn't before he felt those familiar arms around him that he seemed to somewhat wake up. Pouting slightly, he buried his face in the vampyre's chest. Okay, so he wasn't quite awake yet. He wasn't normally a big cuddly guy, but when he slept that was another story. It was then his nose could smell the food, his stomach rumbling and he groaned softly, clearly in a battle with himself already. "No, I'll get up ... We didn't come here to stay inside all weekend," he gave in, pulling his face away from the vampyre, looking up at him. He still looked a little tired, but that was how it was when you had to wake up, wasn't it? He then sat up, looking down himself, surprised to see that he was even in bed as he couldn't really recall. "Did you carry me?" he asked before shaking his head. No, his pride couldn't bear to hear that, so better not get annoyed with his tired self already. Reaching over he removed the cover from the food, steam coming from the brunch plate that didn't spare anything. Chuckling he looked over at the vampyre, "are you trying to fatten me up?" he asked, but clearly it was in jest. Taking the tray, he just ate the food in bed, talking with Eden about anything and everything.
After eating he went out to have a few mortal minutes to himself, going to the toilet and brushing his teeth high on that rank. Afterwards he went in to get dressed, picking out a more cozy outfit. If they were going to sit in a tent and drink a lot of mysterious drinks, then he wanted something that wouldn't sit too tight. Picking out a nice grey sweater, he paired them with some loose dress pants before walking in to join Eden once more. It seemed that the vampyre could pull off even wearing jeans and a v-neck and be stylish. "When does the event start?" he asked, fixing his hair slightly, looking at the tape over his eyebrow. He removed it carefully. It wouldn't leave a scar, thank the gods, but it was still not fully healed, he just couldn't be bothered to ask for a new tape, and besides it didn't look like an actual cut anymore.