Healing isn't always easy | Eden

Being praised was something Romeo always hungered for. Maybe it was his inner perfectionist who just needed that eternal praise, but it seemed Eden was always so willing to give it to him. Even for something like this. He felt the anticipation, the kisses before he finally felt the teeth sink in and he moaned. A bit of his seed coming out, but he hadn't fully given in yet. "B.. bite me .. h.. harder," he whispered. He couldn't feel the effect of Eden's bite. It was strange. Usually he could feel the tingling sensation where the vampyre had bitten, but he didn't this time. With everything having changed in the cave, had this changed too? "C.. cl.. claim me," he needed to feel that raw emotions. That connection they had. And most of all he wanted Eden to not be afraid of biting him anymore, especially when it felt this good.
If Eden gave in, which he usually did because of the lycan's pleas, Romeo couldn't help himself. He gave in, euphoria rushing over him as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. His seed flew through the air, some of it hitting the mirror, some of it the sink, but a fair bit of it went over Eden's hand. "It feels so good when you bite me," he panted softly for air, coming down he looked at them in the mirror. He saw how he was smiling, how Eden looked at him with a hunger that was unmatched. But it wasn't a hunger because of his blood, it was the need more likely. The need he had. "I love you," he said in a vulnerable moment, his blood running in a slow droplet down his collarbone. But it didn't hurt. And it hadn't paralyzed him.

He could feel how Eden was enjoying it as well. Perhaps that was what had driven him over the edge like that. It was sometimes hard to tell when everything Eden did felt so heavenly to him. He turned his head, feeling the lips against his own, gladly letting his tongue greet his own, sharing his blood. It felt good. The fact that they could do this, that Eden could bite him and they could be intimate like this.
The admittance made him smile, pressing back against him, "hadn't noticed," he replied in a slight bratty tone. It was safe to say that they lycan felt more at ease now. Not too much in his head about the mirror. "We've got lube here," how was that for a suggestion? He felt like they had been robbed a bit in their cave. Not that it hadn't been good, it had been perfect, but he could feel how Eden hadn't been truly satisfied. "I want to see what it looks like when you disappear into me," and he was being genuine about that. In fact thinking of it made him press back against him, still needy. He could never get enough of his husband. "Don't you want to see that in third person as well?" unless his husband had found time to watch the video they took in that small hotel. He moaned softly at the thought.

Yeah it would be better than filming it, that was for certain. Romeo didn't think he would ever muster up to watch the video that they had made, but being in the moment would be soothing him more. He would have other things to focus on besides how he looked or sounded like. The sigh made him smile before the hands grabbed at his butt cheeks, a moan being forced from his lips as he kept his eyes on Eden in the mirror. He still found he needed that comfort of knowing who was touching him, so perhaps a mirror was the best solution to it. He knew Eden didn't mind the position, but somehow the lycan did want to expand his horizon. He knew he was with Eden for the long haul. And now that they were lawfully wed, he could see no reason to not at least try.
"It's really turning you on this mouch?" He asked, pressing himself back a little, his cheeks spread made him rub himself against Eden's tip, moaning in a vulnerable tone. He was always rather impatient he would say. Perhaps because being with Eden felt so fulfilling. Not that they couldn't do other stuff together, but both of them were clearly perverted and filled to the brim with need for one another. "You feel so happy," he smiled, panting softly as his cheeks were beet red from excitement.

He felt whole? It made Romeo feel strange. But in a good way. Perhaps because he felt the same about Eden. The vampyre had given him a place to call home and a place in this world where he felt like he could just belong. He stood left behind for a bit as the vampyre went to go grab the lube, keeping his eyes away from the mirror. It just wouldn't end well if he was left with his own reflection, even after what they had been doing.
When Eden returned, he smiled as he felt the cold arms around him, however the suggestion made him hesitate. However he ended up shaking his head. The mirror was enough of a challenge today. Maybe they could tackle his fear of not looking at who was touching him to another day. One trauma at a time so to speak. However as the vampyre started touching his body, he leaned back and into his touch; the kiss making him smile and the pinch of his nipple making him groan softly through gritted teeth. What was being said felt so .. intimate. Yeah, that was the best word for it, and if he hadn't already been this red in the face, he would've blushed. "My husband is teasing me again," he whimpered in the sweetest tone, moaning as his hands against his body just drove him crazy. "I long for his thrusts .. for us to become one .. and yet he isn't giving me what I want," he complained, the brat in him having to act up, just a little.

It was true that he wasn't prepared, but it didn't deter him from being impatient. He just couldn't control it like this. The vampyre was simply teasing him in all the right ways, and it could drive him a little mad to not get his way. As he suggested for Romeo to touch himself he just nodded, moving his fingers up to his lips. Looking at Eden's reflection, he caught his gaze, pressing a couple of his fingers into his mouth, covering them in his warm and wet saliva. As he pulled the digits out, a small string of spit connected them still, but it broke apart as the lycan moved his fingers behind himself. "Will you help spread me?" he panted lightly. Not that he needed it, but it would give Eden a better view.
He started teasing himself, just dragging his wet fingers over his small folds, letting out small whimpers as it felt good. The mention of the mark made Romeo turn his head to look at the R still carved onto the vampyre's beautiful skin. "Would you want just my first name .. Or my full name?" he asked, because that was a fair question to ask, moaning as he slowly pressed a finger in. It was only to the first knuckle, but it was a little tight still. Though he knew just how loose he could get once Eden was done with him. "We just need that special wood, right?" he asked.

The reply made his heart ache in the most pleasant of ways. As he was being touched his breath started to hiccup, relaxing as he felt how easily his finger moved inside of him. The worst part right now that with this angle he could barely reach his prostate, though he thought it was only fitting that only his husband could touch that. He slowly introduced a second finger, whimpering as it was a little tight, but it wasn't unpleasant. Far from it. "The wood," he confirmed, he didn't really trust his claws, not this close to the moon being full. Not that he could ever hurt Eden, but transformations could be tough to manage at this time of the month.
He slowly started to match his own penetration to Eden's sweet jerks, making him moan vulnerably. "Could you give me some lube?" he asked. He wanted to feel his fingers slip in and out of him more easily. "Or would you rather cum on my ass .. watch as I push you inside like the horny brat I am?"

Romeo just nodded, moaning vulnerably, however as Eden inserted a finger as well he couldn't help himself as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull for a fair few minutes. "One .. more .." he panted, wanting the vampyre to insert another finger, really spreading him out. If he did, it would take a little adjusting, but he moved just fine against the fingers, moaning Eden's name in sweet tones, panting softly as he felt truly needy right now. He couldn't possibly be asked to wait much longer. It would kill him to wait.
"I need my husband .. please," he said, spreading his fingers, showing just how loose he had gotten even with Eden's fingers still in him as well. He wanted him too badly. His shoulders shivering as his free hand was grasping on to the sink, his knuckles white from the grip he had. "Spread me yourself .. feel how much I need you."

He was pulled up on his toes, gripping on to the sink with both of his hands. He could always lean on it for support. The question was sweet, swallowing as he nodded, "I'll tell you if we need to switch positions," he assured him. He knew Eden always had both of their comfort in mind when they were together like this. The moaning praises made him moan in return, feeling how he was slowly pressing into him. His eyes just locked on the vampyre in the mirror, gritting his teeth as he groaned. He wasn't too used to this position, but he had to admit that being able to see his husband behind him, feeling how he was slowly spreading him out as he had pleaded with him to do. He could feel how his mouth was watering from how teasingly slow the vampyre pressed into him. "Ah .. ah .. Eden," he started squirming as he felt the vampyre's tip against his prostate. From this position it felt almost cruel the way he was hitting it.
He knew the vampyre was holding on to his hips, but he couldn't help moving a little against him, just teasing himself a little. "My husband really knows how to please me, doesn't he?" he wasn't afraid of moaning it out loud. They didn't have to keep it down. They never had to hide again. They were married, they were a family, and with the way Eden was slowly entering him, they would soon become one again. "I .. I don't want to hold back," he said in a more serious tone. He wasn't afraid that he was going to tear. They could always reach for more lube here. "I want your love .. even the rough part of it .. I want to leave our town absolutely ravaged by what we've done; so much so that I'll only ever fit you."

Eden was just right for him, panting as he stopped his movement, whining before a yelp escaped his lips as he was thrusted into. He felt in bliss. His whole body buzzing with pleasure as he felt how far in he could reach. He felt a little proud of himself, taking the full length and girth of the vampyre at once. It wasn't like Eden was small, oh no, he was well endowed. Hearing him moan sent pleasant shivers down his spine, circling back around and to his stomach where he felt a tension grow. "Hah .. ah .. cazzo .. gr..grab.. m..y h..hair," he wanted to feel how Eden could be in control. Forcing him to look at them in the mirror.
The way that Eden moved slowly out only to press in again hard made him drool a little, his saliva dripping down his chin, his eyes watering from how good it felt, "C..ca..caaaa..zz..zzooo..oooo," his words were constantly broken up as Eden thrusted into him. It felt too good. It was a bit overwhelming, but looking at them in the mirror seemed to ground him in the best of ways. He just wanted this to last forever, but the way things were going he knew that he couldn't keep standing like this forever. Especially not as he started to shiver as he gave in to a high that made him dizzy and wobbly on his legs. He was dripping down on the floor. Yeah, Eden was going to force him to mess this whole bathroom up, wasn't he? The way Eden could just bite him? It felt like an immense pleasure. They were together. Nothing could stand between them anymore, not even his normally poisonous blood.

Yeah he liked that spot very much, moaning and whimpering, even yelping when Eden pushed in further. It wasn't hurting at all. It felt so wet and good. The sounds they were making were filling the room, but they ambient music was keeping it rather intimate still along with the dimmed lights. When he gave in, he was afraid of falling, but the vampyre as always were attentive. The sigh made him shiver, being placed back on his feet, but not for long. Being picked up he knew in the back of his mind that vampyres were built for strength. They were built for endurance. And yet feeling how he was so easily picked up helped a lot with his self image in a way that he couldn't quite describe.
Looking at them in the mirror he swallowed, "turn to your side," he pleaded. He knew it was Eden, he could hear his voice, but he still needed to be able to see his face. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was his way of staying in control. If he did, Romeo would lean a bit forward, his hand reaching down. Touching the wet and slick member he groaned softly, knowing where it was going next. Pushing it back to greet his entrance he whimpered softly. Turning his head he looked at them in the mirror. How his fingers could barely reach, but still guided the vampyre. But seeing how easily Eden disappeared into him was a completely new feeling. It wasn't something he had seen before, and it actually made him stop breathing for a short while, gasping as he remembered that he needed air. "Ba..ba--byy," he whined, feeling how slick his insides were, his hand just there to guide the vampyre back in every time. He had to lean his head back, panting as it felt too unreal for him to even fathom. Tilting his head he looked at Eden. His perfect body, how he was not holding back. He felt so happy.

How it looks? Romeo moaned at the thought. He would surely never forget this sight. Not even when he was old and grey. No, this was a sight he would think of every time he looked himself in the mirror. The vampyre was as always encouraging him, but how could he possibly focus on touching himself when Eden was practically ramming his prostate over and over. Didn't he want him to last? But then again, he had a suspicion that the vampyre wanted to truly ravage him. His hand moved up, grasping around his own length as he tilted his head to look at the vampyre in the mirror, catching his gaze he felt safe to continue. His hand stroking himself rather carefully at first, just wanting to get firm before he matched up his jerks with how Eden was thrusting into him. It felt too good, happy that he didn't have to stand as he wouldn't have been able to.
Watching himself and Eden connect into one, seeing how relaxed he was, he was sure he was going to be left gaping when they were done. Oh, what a thought. His member twitching at the thought as moans, yelps and whimpers escaped his mouth. It wasn't like he was holding back on being vocal. Far from it. He simply wanted to express just how good this was. "Weren't you going to fill me up?" though the question was broken up between thrusts and moans, it was clear he was still being a brat. He just couldn't help himself. Egging Eden on was one of his favorite traits. "Don't you want to fill me to the brim so I'll be overflowing?"

He had to lean his head back, his body buzzing as the vampyre started to ude gravity to enter him. Fuck, it was too hot! It was like even the planet couldn't keep them apart. The argue just made him groan, whimpering as he had to let go of himself. He just couldn't fovus when his prostate being teased constantly made him feel on edge. He let the vampyre crumble within him, whimpering as he hit his prostate just right, making him drip on his on stomach. He was shivering a bit, not because he was cold, no anyone could see just how warm he was by the fine layer of sweat on his face and body. The moan made him whimper, barely able to speak before Eden started to continue in a more slow and gentle tempo. He looked at them in the mirror. Seeing how Eden looked so energized and eager to please him.
"I want to see your face," he said, hoping the vampyre knew it wasn't just through a reflection. If he got it, he would be placed down on his feet, but not for long as he sat himself up on the sink, reaching his legs out onto Eden's arms so he could keep him in place. "Il mio marito .. signore Altieri," he moaned in his native tongue, his arms reaching up, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Make the glass fog up .. seal the image of our lovemaking within it," he whispered, his upper back pressed against the mirror already. He was warm and sweaty already, a fine outline of fog already showing on the mirror behind him, but he wanted it all to be hidden.