The everyday monsters in our lives

Was he supposed to be soothing him? He was watching as the vampyre just kept stroking himself, adjusting himself a little as it became clear that Cesare had no intention of budging at all. “You can use me. You dont have to suffer.” He muttered, looking at him rather vulnerable. He moaned softly at the cold that was brushing his eager yet empty hole. He heard the vampyre, closing his eyes as he exhaled in a tremble. “Fuck…” he cursed, looking at the vampyre for a moment before he looked away. “I’m… your little otter.” He then said, feeling rather shy to admit it, but at least he wasnt rushing it, though he didnt want to look at the vampyre and be ridiculed; not that he thought the vampyre could ever do that but his insecurity got the best of him. “Please Cesare.” He begged, turning his head to look at the vampyre, feeling rather exposed now and unsure what to really do with himself. He needed comfort. He needed love. He needed him.

Feeling the vampyre finally give him what he wanted, the filling feeling as he thrusted into him made a vulnerable moan leave the human’s lips. Slight tears forming in his eyes as he just felt complete in a sense. He couldnt describe it, it was such a new feeling. He relished in it completely, whining in pleasure as the deep thrusts filled him over and over. “Cesare!” He moaned to then feel the vampyre pull out and cool down just to enter him again. He felt how he was spread apart, gritting his teeth as he could barely answer the question, but didnt Cesare already know?
He felt the vampyre’s pressure on his knee, moaning onto the vampyre’s lips, because if he didnt then he felt like he would implode. “I-I…” he tried but had to give up. Was he going to cum? He didnt even feel sure he could hold back. The vampyre pulled out and he felt the cold seed run down his eager entrance. “Mmm…ake… me… cum..!” He pleaded, gritting his teeth. He wasnt even touching himself, which was surprising him in the midst of all the turmoil of feelings inside of him.

He was taking him quite well and it almost felt too good. He could feel something slowly start to spill from his hard length that was otherwise untouched just from the way Cesare was pounding into his prostate. The feeling intensified by the vampyre’s encouragement and his breath began to hitch and his voice shake through his deep moans as he felt his body start to buzz. The high was stronger than anything his hand could ever do and he was trembling a lot as he went through it. A few tears ran down his cheeks and with a shaky hand he reached out for him.

There really wasnt a high better than this. There was not a feeling that had ever compared when it came to bodily pleasure. He felt the vampyre release him to then pull him in and hold him close. He closed his eyes, panting and sighing, listening to the sweet promises. The thrusts still filled him up and he whimpered softly with each as he felt so sensitive and worn out. But in the best way possible. The questions made him shake his head, still gasping, his breath trembling and a little shallow as his heart was pounding. He would be fine. He just needed to calm down.
The whisper made him smile a little, feeling a little lightheaded. “Hold me.” He whispered in a hasty breath, needing just that. To be held and feel as if he was all that ever mattered to the vampyre. He felt that so much. And it was such a beautiful feeling to feel. “I am tired now. So I guess you win.” He muttered once his breath was under better control and the lightheadedness gone, now feeling so tired.

“You did.” He muttered softly in agreement, closing his eyes as his body just fully relaxed. He didnt mind either that there was a mess between them, he just wanted to keep the vampyre close. They could clean in the morning. He grit his teeth as the vampyre pulled out and he could feel that he was gaping slightly. It felt good somehow. He would miss it for sure. The whisper was nice and he enjoyed the kiss on his forehead before their lips met. He tried to keep up but was pretty tired.
He cuddled up to the vampyre and pretty much dozed off right away. It was hard not to when he felt so protected in his arms. He had good dreams, but when he woke up, it was because his hand was sore from the cuts. His behind was also rather sore but the hand took the focus for now. “Ow.” He muttered, clneching his wounded hand to a fist like it could help but it just made him whimper softly.

Waking up alone felt odd. But while his handn was taking all his attention would the threat of loneliness not be bothering him too much. It was lingering in the back of his head. It was rather early. Perhaps before morning? No, it had to be close. The vampyre returned with pills and water that Joe thanked him for before washing the relief down with a sip of the water. “I might have torn one of the stitches.” He sighed as the vampyre joined him in bed, shaking his head at the apology as he felt the cold arms surround him. “What were you doing?” He asked in a soft voice. Cesare usually never left his side. So something had to have happened.

“Maybe. I can feel that it’s irritating my skin.” He admitted, looking at his patched up hand. He knew somehere would one of the stitches loose and more poking into the wound than keeping it together. He however first wanted to hear why the vampyre had left him. It had sort of given him a small sample of what was awaiting him and he didnt really like it. As he confessed that it had been Sadie calling, Joe frowned. He hadnt heard their conversation, or least anything that made sense. He found comfort in Cesare’s small gestures, feeling the vampyre breathe him in, he wondered what it was like for someone who could possibly smell anything he wanted? The confession made sense and he looked at the vanpyre with soft eyes, reaching up to touch him.
“We’ll figure it out. I dont want either of us to have to lie either.” He said, while his healthy hand moved up to touch Cesare’s shoulder, caressing him softly. He could tell that it was stressing the vampyre already. “Well if they do that again, then you call me. And I’ll come by and soothe you.” He said, while his hand slowly kept caressing the vampyre over his skin. Leaning in he connected their lips in a sweet kiss. “Is that alright?”

Joe did not believe that he could grow tired of the vampyre. And that was odd coming from the guy who never used to keep both feet in a relationship. At least in regards to commitment on a deeper level. Though with the vampyre, it just felt like a natural urge. “I can contain myself.” He chuckled, returning the kiss before cuddling back up to the vanpyre. He had been woken up by pain so he didnt really need time to let himself wake up, though it felt nice to lie here with Cesare. It would be a while before they could do that! So naturally he wasnt just jumping out of bed.
He did see them in the mirror but while Cesare liked the sight, Joe found it a little funny. They were fiends already, werent they? It was dried up and messy and while it was a memory of last night, Joe wanted to be clean now. He liked the help from the vampyre, chuckling a little while he was being cleaned off. “You dont have to.” He remarked but Cesare was free to do whatever he wanted. Once the shower was done and the stitches had to be checked, Joe wasnt really happy about the new sutures. It just hurt on a different level to be stitched together.
“Dont worry doc, I’ll be keepint it still.” He said with a playful smile, looking at his hand. At least with his could be make some excuse. A barfight, he had to go and get it stitched professionally, didnt make it home. He didnt want to have to lie but until they knew whst to say, there was no other choice. “I’ll start working again, but I’ll make sure that I’m not alone. Then I wont have to handle people.” He grinned, looking back at Cesare. His smile faded a little and he sighed. “I dont want to go.” but he knew he had to.

“Can you at least make a real threat and not a temptation?” He pleaded softly, chuckling though his heart was already starting to ache. Every second felt like it mattered now and it did. He felt the cold hand cup his face and he eagerly kissed him back, wanting to freeze time in this moment. But the world didnt work like that. “You can just call.” He whispered back, closing his eyes for a moment. The urge followed by the lick felt contradicting. The voice was telling him to go and the cold tongue begging for him to stay. He however got up and left once he made sure he had everything.

When he got home, he was surprised that Sadie came right to inspect him. He was limping just lightly but to him it made him feel rather proud. He barely got to answer the first question before more were added to the list. “Okay, uhm… I got in a fight.” He said, showing the patched up hand. “I crashed on my walk, and I didnt want to go home… So I went to get a drink. Got in a fight. Had to go get my hand fixed. They wouldnt let me go so I was given something to sleep on. And now I have to find out how I’m going to work tonight without tearing up the stitches.” He said, a little annoyed and oddly truthful; but then again, he had taken what had happened and twisted it until it fit the narrative he wanted her to have. He sighed. “You’re not just torturing Cesare with your decision. It hurts me too.” He reminded her before he went to his room to have some privacy. He wanted to change his clothes regardless.