A whole lot of fuckery going on here

No, he didnt want to just crumble when he hadnt even felt him pressed down on his length yet. The feeling was mutual, the need to feel Romeo’s warm skin against his own, how their skin collided with friction. Eden needed that feeling just as much as the lycan. So he complied and let the lycan help him out his clothes, before he sat on the bed as he couldnt really stand on his leg still. He watched Romeo strip down as well, biting the inside of his cheek a little. His body was just as perfect as the rest of him and Eden felt quite blessed. The lube was applied after Eden had moved to sit where Romeo wanted him to, sighing as it felt quite good. It felt stickier than spit and he knew it wouldnt dry up as fast. The best part was how it could make him slide in so effortlessly. He took the bottle as it was passed to him, placing it away from them on the bed, though his eyes focused on the lycan and the hand he was touching himself with.
He didnt take long to feel ready, unless feeling ready to combust and do something rash, because he was getting to that point. Like an itch in his hands only being soothed by the warmth Romeo radiated. The lycan sat on him and he groaned a little surprised at how fast he was entering him. One arm moved around the lycan’s stomach, holding him in a loose grip while the other moved down to touch him, jerking him off rather instinctively. “More.” He demanded softly, moaning as he breathed in the lycan’s scent behind his ear. “You ride me so well. Call me your boyfriend in your language.” He urged him, jerking him off a little faster.

This was definitely overstimulating to some extent. Eden just didnt even know where to look, up at the lycan’s beautiful side profile or down at his length that the vampyre was tending to. The sounds were immaculate, the italian swears like sweet music to his ears. He felt how deep he went, the excess lube slowly having dripped down on the linen underneath them. Romeo spoke on Eden’s request and it was so beautiful. The vampyre didnt want to feel sentimental but it was almost too good. The plea he didnt reply to, but his hand picked up a pace, showing that he had heard him, at least well enough to go faster. He didnt care that the floor would be covered in the lycan’s seed, he just wanted more of it. “Go slow.” He said, letting go of the lycan’s member to grab his hips and guide him. He could imagine if the lycan was getting tired but Eden wasnt exactly in shape to just flip them around and get to work. “I want to see your face.” He said, wanting the lycan to turn around. He wanted to see who was riding him properly, get to look him in the eyes when he would eventually reach his own high. “Oh Romeo…” he moaned rather vulnerably in tone, gritting his teeth slightly afterwards. This was the man he loved with all his heart, the one he would fight for as many times as it would take, just to be by his side.

The lycan got off and he groaned as he already missed feeling his warm insides. His warm welcoming insides that took him so nicely. His stomach hurt in delight just at the thought. Romeo pushed him down and he followed the push, seeing him climb on top. “You’re doing good.” He assured him, moaning softly as the lycan rubbed him against his entrance. His hands moved up the lycan’s thighs, grasping lightly at his skin, digging his nails in, until he felt him press down. Hadnt he been so in control of himself, his fingernails would have drawn blood. The accent of his native tongue just sounded so well when it came out like a moan.
But he had to admit that though his stamina was there, he wasnt looking to tire the lycan either. So as he was feeling the lycan bounce up and down over him, his high was also slowly getting closer and closer. “Just a bit more, I’m almost there.” He assured him, moving his hands up, touching the other man’s body. “Oh fuck…” he hissed, feeling the edge rather strong. But he grabbed the lycan’s hips and kept him at the pace if not speeding it up a slight bit to drive himself over the edge, giving in as he felt the sweet release, pressing himself up as deep as he could get. He felt rather perverted by doing that, but alas it wasnt knews that the vampyre had his quirks. He was panting softly, lifting his hands up to grab Romeo’s face, holding his cold hands over his burning cheeks. “Good boy.” He praised him with a soft smile.

“Well I dont want to split you open or go so far that it just hurts.” He argued at the mutter, thinking more pracitcal. He wouldnt want to stop either, because it seemed that when they were at it, nothing else but that and them mattered. Romeo’s family could say all they wanted about how Romeo didnt fit with Eden and yet it wasnt the feeling he got when they connected like this. He couldnt imagine any other man or woman make Romeo sound this good. Just like he knew no other could make him lose his composure.
He looked down at him, touching his cheek and face in gentle caressing motions. The question made him scoff. “Of course. Even if you werent this beautiful, I would still make you sound like you do now, fucking you raw and through.” He promised. But then he sighed and leaned his head back. “Or maybe you’ll have forced us to switch around and I’ll be the one at your mercy.” He said, cupping Romeo’s face as he looked back at him. “We’ll just have to see.”

Eden didnt really answer the question. She hadnt really thought about it. Though he had told the lycan that he was the only one that could have his way with the vampyre as he wanted it. That meant every way. So he shrugged. “At some point it would probably come natural. But as things are right now, I think I’m far too greedy hearing you moan my name in a way I only think you can when I’m inside of you.” He said with a smile on his lips.
“If you couldnt even what? Satisfy me?” He said, narrowing his eyes at the lycan. “If you werent already so drained, I’d have told you to fuck me now, just so we could see.” He chuckled, but he also somehow meant it. How else were they supposed to know. “You can doubt yourself all you want, but I believe in you and your abiities. You’ve fucked women before havent you?” He asked, touching the lycan’s lip gently.

Eden chuckled at the reply. Maybe he wanted to know what the lycan had been like if he had just been a stranger to him. So that he would know the difference between that and when the lycan cared about him. He looked at him, feeling the warm hand move down his chest that had been heated by the lycan’s closeness. He smiled at his words and sighed against his lips. “I’d love to see this older and mature Romeo some day. And I know I will.” He sighed with a smile. “Until then I’ll gladly fill you up and hear you sing for me.” He chuckled, kissing the lycan over and over.

Kareema had been feeding before she went to see Josette, warm from the warm body she had feasted on. She touched the young girl’s face. “Eden was hurt again. But Roemo is taking care of him. He however had one request. The dress from that night..” she said, careful with her last words.

It was maybe a silly thing to be doing but he had been trying to decipher the rabbit book. He had an excellent memory, so when he looked over the words, some of it was easy to connect to the story reenacting in his mind while he found the words that fit which part. In the end he had been able to at least make some sort of guide where he had translated a word to his own language. But the many thousand different ways things could be said which affected his language greatly made it that more messy. He heard the knock as he had fallen asleep with the rabbit book on his lap, his own notebook having fallen onto the floor. He opened his eyes and blinked tiredly before he got up and went to check. When he saw it was that girl again he frowned a little surprised, but he also felt nervous. Why was she here? Alright play it cool. He opened the door with a soft smile on his lips. “Hey. Didnt think I would get to see you again, if I’m honest.” He said. Great, now he probably sounded like a loser. “… anytime soon… I mean.”

The stench was horrible at best and Aurel didnt know if he had ever encountered something like it. He was raised as a noble after all, so it was about time that he got to feel what it was like to really stick your hands in the dirt. She insisted on helping and he did say that she didnt have to. But he seemed to figure out rather quickly that she wouldnt just take no for an answer.
They dug through the piles, moving them away to clear it up. Her question made him scoff as he seemed to be more transparent that he thought he would. “Not quite yet. Still missing a few many words.” He admitted. When she mentioned the dictionary he accidentally grabbed around a shattered piece of glass, cutting his palm on accident. Though it was more the trash and dirt that repelled him than the cut itself. It was after all quite normal where he came from to cut palms. “Does that make me weird?” He asked, wiping his hand off in his pant leg, continuing to dig.

She thought he seemed determined? He felt flattered by the notion, smiling a little as he kept digging. Her addition only made him blush a little. So she admired him too? He just kept getting luckier. She was so kind, he wanted to be enough to be admired by someone like her. “Thank you.” He said, rather politely though he was quite ecstatic on the inside.
He eyed her after a bit of silence, reching down into a bag as he felt something. “I think I got it.” He said before he pulled out the dress though his hand was still inside the disgusting bag, he let go and picked up the dress, hurrying out of the pile before his nausea got the best of him. He dropped the dress and gasped softly, leaning up against the wall. “Oh, I’m lightheaded from all this holding my breath.” He chuckled, closing his eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.

“Ye-yeah.” He agreed, choking a bit on his words to keep down the vomit. He did feel like barfing and it would definitely not be a good look. They went back to the apartment and he felt like the stench had followed, taking his jacket off and throwing it in the hallway just to try and keep the smell out. He went and got a bucket, sitting down in the bathroom with it. “You can come out. I’m only taking off my shirt.” He told her as he took off his shirt and found a washcloth. He dipped it in the soapy water before washing his arms, rubbing off the stench; or so he hoped. It was another story with the cut. It stung when it touched the soap water but it was also necessary to clean.

She moved to his front facing him and he looked up at her. Now would be a bad time to admit that he normally had healers do this kind of thing for him, though he had seen how they could do it, it was just harder to redo on a rusty memory. But she washed her hands in his soap water and then took his hand. Her skin was cold but he didnt really mind it that much. “Well, your dress wouldnt have been in stinking trash for starters..” he listed among some of the things she could have avoided without him. Her confession made him swallow as he looked at her with softer eyes. Had she really?
He didnt even know what to do with that information. It made him blush slightly because she was quite a nice girl and now she was cleaning his hand so gently. As she told him to keep his hand soaked, he quickly moved his eyes down to the hand, keeping it under the soap water, feeling it calm down from being cleaned out.
She began undressing and he widened his eyes as he realized he noticed in the corner of his vision. He didnt want to peek, that would be rude! But she spoke and he looked at her again, eyes so soft. She had a sweet tone and though she was offering some sort of gratittude he believed he could never ask such a thing of her. “You can um.. read some more books for me, whenever you feel like it..?” He suggested, pulling a bit on his tone as he wasnt sure she would spend that much time with someone like him.