~Sexual Situations~ 

The fear of Mr. Nicolau dying and leaving him on his own again made Svane push what little pride he had left and he began to touch himself. Is he just gonna stare at me the whole time? 

Just as soon as he thought it, Mr. Nicolau shifted suddenly and in his confusion, Svane could only watch the vampire reach for him before feeling his body be shifted so that it faced the window. Why am I sitting in his lap? 

“This position benefits us both.” He felt cool breath at his ear before Mr. Nicolau’s hoarse voice continued. “Now lie back please and tilt your head to the side.”

Brontes could feel the tightening and tensing of the sculpted back against his chest. He might be a little too fit now, but even so... 

Being this close to another body, even a cold one, was enough to get Svane excited, and Mr. Nicolau’s tongue traced over his racing pulse a few centimeters from the underside of his jaw. “Nngh!”

“I am thirsty, Svane; do you require my assistance?” 

The blatant need that colored Mr. Nicolau’s words, along with his cool lips suckling at his neck was enough to bring Svane close to the edge.  

“I-I don’t need your help, b-b-but I—ahhhh!” Sharp teeth grazed his heated skin. 

“Must I do everything?” 

“W-what are you gonna d-do?” 

Rather than answer, Brontes reached over and in front of him and circled Svane’s twitching flesh. “You should be used to the feeling by now.”

“A-ag—” 

“You are not in charge of me boy.” Even as he said it, Brontes listened to the plea while sinking his fangs into the skin covering his racing pulse.

Svane felt searing pain at his neck before the sound of wet slurping. That hurts!

The pain persisted and somehow added to the shockwaves of pleasure radiating through his entire being. He’d never been pent up for so long and he could only expose his neck further. 

Just as sweet and refreshing as I knew it would be… Brontes sighed into the neck, as he felt his vitality returning, his muscles strengthening and his heart rate picking up speed to match that of a normal human, though still a tad slower.

He clutched the trembling body in his arms closer to him for better access to the blood that tasted almost like ambrosia. I don’t… want to stop. 

… It feels like I’m dying but I... want more. The weak thought cut through Brontes’ thirst and he retracted his teeth, still reeling from the head high. 

“Why… did y-you sto—” 

The sudden silence and total relaxation of the body in his arms alerted Brontes that his meal had fallen asleep. 

“You are,” he whispered, brushing the silver hair that had fallen across the normally defiant face during their activities, to gaze down at the young and now defenseless face below him, “a complete conundrum, Svane Grímsson.”