So recently my favourite past time had been playing with Frej’s hair. Now I had moved on to trace all of his tattoos. With my tongue. Again.

The way he sharply inhaled and sometimes moaned made me crazy. Sometimes so crazy I couldn’t help myself and had to feed on him. And then he moaned louder, and I’d take him. We spent hours like this.

“Xipe, you’ve got to stop,” Frej said and put his hands on my cheeks, lifting my head from his chest.

“Why? I worship you. Let me worship you.” I slowly lifted my eyes and met his gaze, a sly smile running over my lips. “Open your mouth. I’ll give you a treat, if you don’t move.”

He obeyed and closed his eyes. I bit down on my wrist and let my blood drip into his mouth. His lips pulled back over his teeth, exposing his fangs. I lowered my arm to him, allowing him to bite down on my skin.

I groaned as his teeth punctured my skin. It was like he hit every nerve ending whenever he fed on me and I felt it all over my body. I could feel him pulling on my blood, on my soul and I had never felt like that before. No one had ever been able to pull this deeply from me and I wanted to give him everything I had. It was so pleasant.

And the weird thing was… I was attracted to my own gender, I knew that much, but I had never been very interested in the intimacy of it all. I liked sharing blood. That’s what really did it for me, but with Frej? I wanted to be inside of him from the moment I saw him.

As if he knew what was happening in my head, he grabbed me between the legs and got me ready, while he kept feeding. I usually didn’t let him please me because it did very little for me but right now it was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. I moved my hips with his hand, softly pressing down on it, watching him as he obediently drank from my wrist.

He released me and said; “take me.”

He didn’t have to repeat himself. I was ready. I grabbed his hips and pulled them up from the mattress.

I was gentle with him. I loved being gentle with him. I settled down on my elbows on either side of his head, while I slowly moved my hips back and forth.

He moaned sweetly and smiled. Smiled. I made him smile like that with only my body. He was so sweet, smiling like that.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me, his hands running down my ribs. I involuntarily wiggled a little under his touch, wanting him to just dig his fingers in. But he never did. He was always gentle too and honestly? I wanted him to just let loose and pull my hair. Run his nails down my back. Cling onto me with force.

I rose to my knees and brought him with me into my lap. I had one hand on his back and the other on his hip, moving him back and forth. His arms were resting on my shoulders and he leaned in, going for a kiss. I met him halfway, coaxing his mouth open with my tongue. When his lips parted, I caught the bottom one between my teeth. I punctured the very thin skin and sucked on it. He gasped and made a small outcry, but he didn’t stop me. I ran my tongue over the small puncture wound, tasting the sweetness of his blood.

“Oh yes,” I groaned after releasing his lip.

“Yes,” he breathed and ran his hand up in my hair. “Keep going.”

Keep going with what? Talking?

“You’re...” I hesitated and he nodded at me. Encouraged me. “You’re beautiful.”

“Yes,” he breathed again. He balled his fist in my hair.

“Harder,” I murmured and looked up at him.

He pulled a little on my hair.

“Harder,” I repeated.

He didn’t hold back and pulled on it properly, forcing my head back. And I couldn’t hold back a very loud groan. Frej smiled a completely different smile. A smile that promised me he was only getting started.