[ Stroking Hans' ego works almost as well as physical contact. He's vain, narcissistic and desperate for praise, always. It makes him grin, almost honest or at least honest in interest. Hans is certainly interested in seeing where this goes. ]
You know I won't.
[ And he does, rolling his hips down against Oren's, trailing his kisses down as though pulled there by Oren's pulse. He hasn't had the pleasure of drinking from someone who he wasn't commanding to be still-- his blood hums louder, heightened by excitement and whatever else. Hans is going to enjoy this. ]
[Though he's not often quick to volunteer himself for this side of things, there's something intoxicating about being cornered and craved like this. Whatever Hans is thinking is felt through his actions, and Oren closes his eyes to take it in, lips never giving way from his smirk.
Pain, though, that's an interesting question. He's had his own fair share of pain and he hates that, but in this context?]
That depends on the type of pain, my friend. [One of his hands slides up, tracing fingers up Hans' shoulder and neck to curl into his hair. The other continues below, reaching the waist of Hans' pants and toying there, purposefully fumbling with any zipper or button that may be holding him back.
He simply wants to tease. To push him a bit. See how much he can get into this.]
Do you want to hurt me? [He asks, an eyebrow quirking as his eyes drag open once more. He's very much intrigued by this, pressing his hips closer even when he finally undoes Hans' pants and slips a hand to palm at him over underwear.] How bold. [Purring that out, he tilts his head back to allow Hans at more of his neck, welcoming it.]
[ Hans isn't exactly trusting, but he's certainly pressing back against Oren's hand, hissing softly at the pressure and enjoying every inch of Oren's touch. His blood normally runs so cold, but that's quickly changing. It could change even more if Oren let it. ]
Your blood. [ Hans speaks into Oren's neck, sucking hard on his nape, nearly drooling from the blood pumping just beneath his skin. Carefully, so carefully, Hans lowers his teeth onto Oren's skin, enough for him to feel sharp fangs teasing, pressing against him but holding in place. Hans is enjoying the attention-- he doesn't want that to stop just because he wants to feed. ] Let me. Please. I can almost taste it...
[Though Oren always prefers to be in control of a situation, there's something all too exciting about toeing that line. He knows nothing about 'vampires' or how they feed, but he knows now that Hans is interested. It's intriguing. It interests him. And as Hans speaks into his neck and presses closer, lets his teeth sink down like that— Oren's breath catches in his throat.
It's a danger, but not one he thinks threatens his life in any way. It's exciting because of that, and Hans can be rewarded with the increase of Oren's heartbeat and a generous stroke.
[ He doesn't need to be told twice. Asking in itself was a courtesy, an investment for later, a planned move-- certainly not caring, or considerate or kind. None of that. Hans bites down into Oren's neck and the taste of his blood hits his tongue, warm and metallic and so good that he can't hold back a moan. The rush it gives makes Hans' hips jump and has him crowding him in further.
He's never been more conflicted with sensation. Oren's hand takes up much of his attention, he never thought he could feel more but his lips around his neck and the warm slick taste of copper down his throat has Hans getting harder faster better stronger than he's ever gotten, especially considering he's undead. The sound of Oren's heartbeat rings in his head as he drinks down, and he might need to stop soon, perhaps, but not right now, not yet. He's enjoying this too much.
Yeah, food and sex, who knew the two could go together so well? ]
[Oren gasps out at the bite, flattening against the door as Hans' presence surrounds him. A shiver runs through his whole body, and it's accompanied by a rush flowing from his neck that has his head spinning and his knees feeling a little weak. It's just enough to be thrilling, and in sign of his interest, he grants Hans a more firm stroke.
He hadn't thought being fed on would be so appealing, but it's the show of control that has him, he thinks. He can appreciate it, admire it, crave it— but what he does notice is the severe lack of every other bit of Hans on him.
Pressing his palm up for a more teasing motion, he groans against Hans' ear, or the closest he can get. His own hips roll up desperately. Needy.]
Do tell me you at least to reward me for this feast of yours. You're making me impatient.
I had "Should Hans growl or purr idk" in my drafts this whole time
[ Grudgingly, Hans pulls his mouth away from Oren's neck, admiring the drip of blood from the wound. He slides his tongue right against and laps up what remains with kisses that grow in intensity. It's not easy keeping himself reined like this, with Oren's hand at his hips and his blood on Hans' lips. But he can think of a few other ways to reward him for the meal. ]
I plan to. [ Hans presses against Oren firmly, arms coming around to hold up his hips. Hans is strong enough for the both of them. He can let go. ] You've been very good.
[Leaving Hans to find his own ways to solve the wants of his arousal, he stops palming him and wraps his arms around Hans' neck instead. With him holding him like this, it's all the easier to wrap his legs around Hans' waist. He grinds against him in the process, groaning softly at both that and the lips lingering near his neck.]
You want to fuck me? [He's too impatient now, dropping politeness for a low, wanting voice. He inhales slowly, fingers curling at the base of Hans' neck. Trusting Hans' strength and leaning forward, Oren kisses at his jaw, just near his ear.]
It's not just anyone who's allowed that. But for Prince Hans... [He moans there, pulling himself closer still. Get to it.] I'll allow it.
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pretend this isn't late as shit
You know I won't.
[ And he does, rolling his hips down against Oren's, trailing his kisses down as though pulled there by Oren's pulse. He hasn't had the pleasure of drinking from someone who he wasn't commanding to be still-- his blood hums louder, heightened by excitement and whatever else. Hans is going to enjoy this. ]
What are your feelings on pain, Oren?
embraces it lovingly
Pain, though, that's an interesting question. He's had his own fair share of pain and he hates that, but in this context?]
That depends on the type of pain, my friend. [One of his hands slides up, tracing fingers up Hans' shoulder and neck to curl into his hair. The other continues below, reaching the waist of Hans' pants and toying there, purposefully fumbling with any zipper or button that may be holding him back.
He simply wants to tease. To push him a bit. See how much he can get into this.]
Do you want to hurt me? [He asks, an eyebrow quirking as his eyes drag open once more. He's very much intrigued by this, pressing his hips closer even when he finally undoes Hans' pants and slips a hand to palm at him over underwear.] How bold. [Purring that out, he tilts his head back to allow Hans at more of his neck, welcoming it.]
Go on, I won't run.
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Your blood. [ Hans speaks into Oren's neck, sucking hard on his nape, nearly drooling from the blood pumping just beneath his skin. Carefully, so carefully, Hans lowers his teeth onto Oren's skin, enough for him to feel sharp fangs teasing, pressing against him but holding in place. Hans is enjoying the attention-- he doesn't want that to stop just because he wants to feed. ] Let me. Please. I can almost taste it...
dew it
It's a danger, but not one he thinks threatens his life in any way. It's exciting because of that, and Hans can be rewarded with the increase of Oren's heartbeat and a generous stroke.
He breathes out:] Do it.
laugh at my dumb tags pls
He's never been more conflicted with sensation. Oren's hand takes up much of his attention, he never thought he could feel more but his lips around his neck and the warm slick taste of copper down his throat has Hans getting harder faster
better strongerthan he's ever gotten, especially considering he's undead. The sound of Oren's heartbeat rings in his head as he drinks down, and he might need to stop soon, perhaps, but not right now, not yet. He's enjoying this too much.Yeah, food and sex, who knew the two could go together so well? ]
no I luv it tho
He hadn't thought being fed on would be so appealing, but it's the show of control that has him, he thinks. He can appreciate it, admire it, crave it— but what he does notice is the severe lack of every other bit of Hans on him.
Pressing his palm up for a more teasing motion, he groans against Hans' ear, or the closest he can get. His own hips roll up desperately. Needy.]
Do tell me you at least to reward me for this feast of yours. You're making me impatient.
I had "Should Hans growl or purr idk" in my drafts this whole time
I plan to. [ Hans presses against Oren firmly, arms coming around to hold up his hips. Hans is strong enough for the both of them. He can let go. ] You've been very good.
the answer is obvs both
You want to fuck me? [He's too impatient now, dropping politeness for a low, wanting voice. He inhales slowly, fingers curling at the base of Hans' neck. Trusting Hans' strength and leaning forward, Oren kisses at his jaw, just near his ear.]
It's not just anyone who's allowed that. But for Prince Hans... [He moans there, pulling himself closer still. Get to it.] I'll allow it.