[open]

[sadico]

Characters: Ignacio & you
Summary: Various scenarios with various peoples! Starters will be in the comments, but you're welcome to write your own if you'd like to hang out with the vamp.
Date(s): Yes, you guessed it, "various".
Warnings/Notes: Biting, blood-play, sex, language.

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[bratpack]

[ Is he kidding? If that was teasing, what would it be like when he's not? Wyatt swallows hard, his eyes a little wide as he looks at the vampire. That was fucking intense.

And then beside that, right alongside that, he's so sweet and kind and open. His touch is gentle. He draws Wyatt down, and Wyatt obeys without even thinking about it. He settles in his lap, hands on his shoulders, and then he moves them all the way around. He nudges his nose, and has to clear his throat to make his voice work properly. ]

I can't...think about anything but you. [ It's just the truth. His mind had been a haze of pleasure while Ignacio was drinking from him. He has no idea how to put that into words.

Maybe he doesn't have to. He bites his own lip, plucking at it with his teeth, and then he touches Ignacio's cheek, and his hair, and his neck. ]

I want to do something. Will you let me? Because I can't...bite, obviously. [ He grins, because in reality he could. It just wouldn't be sensuous like what Ignacio had just done. He does, however, have another option. ] I think I can show you how I feel, and then...you can tell me how easy it is to think after.

[ He lifts his eyebrows, giving Ignacio a little push to imply he should lie back. ]

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It makes me happy to hear you say that. In this moment I want be the only one in your thoughts. [ He wasn't a jealous man, he wouldn't mind if Wyatt had others- but right now, when they were so intimately learning about each other, he was so glad to know he was the center of Wyatt's focus. His lashes briefly fluttered as Wyatt touched him, his green eyes dark with arousal. ]

Yes, I will let you. Please, show me everything. [ He put his trust in the wolf because that was what this time together was all about. They were forming a bond, and it was one that Ignacio didn't take lightly. As dominant as he was, he laid back as Wyatt instructed him to do, the cool sand against his bare muscled back. ]

Show me... [ His repeated words were a whisper, soft over the sound of the gentle waves lapping upon the shore. ]

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[ Wyatt's smile is a little wide, his body brimming with eagerness. His head still feels light, yet his limbs feel loose and free. Already he wants to feel Iggy's teeth again, but he holds off, and contents himself with leaning in to kiss his neck. Then he moves down, slowly exploring the length of the vampire's body. His lips graze over his chest, spending a moment in worship of each nipple, and then they go down, over his stomach and lower, pausing over his navel and nuzzling into the thickening hair there. ]

Okay. Just…just relax.

[ He's careful about opening Iggy's pants. The first moment of drawing him out of them makes Wyatt's heart beat wildly, and his mouth waters. He bends his head down, letting his breath run hot across the tip of Iggy's length. Then his hand wraps around its girth, and he flashes his tongue out to tease across the slit. He shudders, moaning with pleasure at that taste. He focuses only on that tip at first, pushing his tongue against the slit before wrapping his lips around the head. He starts to suck on it, gently, letting his tongue play over it while his hand starts to stroke ever so slightly along his length. ]

[sadico]

[ How could he possibly relax?

There Wyatt was, kissing him, exploring him, working his nipples up to stiff points. His cock practically sprung from the confines of his shorts, pulsing in the young wolf's palm and weeping precum in an obscene display.

Ignacio let out an audible gasp when that hot tongue teased him. So hot in comparison to the coolness of both the air and his skin. It was as though Wyatt was dripping hot wax on him, but the burn he left was an emotional one- a burn Ignacio had no intention of soothing. ]

I've never--

[ He attempted, but lost his voice as Wyatt began to suck on him. His eyes rolled back and his head fell against the sand, his groan almost helpless while his legs tensed and parted further, quickly halted by the waistband of his shorts. ]

Wyatt...

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[ Wyatt doesn't stop. He does lift his head, though, and watches Ignacio's reaction. God, that reaction. It's like he's never had someone do this for him before. Maybe he hasn't, who even knows. ]

I got you.

[ Carefully, he eases his shorts over his erection, drawing them all the way off. He has to take a second to look at the vampire laid out beneath him; that long, lithe body, defined muscles, swollen dick. It's already leaking for him. The little whimper he lets out is definitely embarrassing. But he leans back down, licking it clean, and then he takes Iggy fully into his mouth. He takes him deep, pushing his cock into his throat, and he hums around it. His tongue slides over swollen veins, massaging them, working heat into cold skin.

His hands slide along Iggy's thighs, fingers pushing in and putting gentle pressure on him. He's working to hold him still, though he suspects Iggy could easily overturn him if he really wanted to. Still, he holds him and works his tongue up and down his shaft, letting his tip graze the back of his throat. ]

[sadico]

[ That was... so affectionate. Ignacio wasn't used to such sweet words and he imagined that if he had a living heart it would have sped up after hearing that. Did Wyatt truly have him?

He didn't allow his mind to wander too deeply. Instead, he focused on the physical sensations. The feeling of fabric sliding down his legs, the sound of the wolf's whimper, the touch of his tongue against his sensitive tip, the heat of his mouth as it surrounded him. Now it was his turn to whimper, a noise that escaped his throat before he could contain it. ]

That is... I couldn't even imagine...

[ His thoughts came out in sentences that weren't complete, soft and filled with wonder. His cock hurt, but he found that he enjoyed it. He wanted more, and Wyatt obliged by taking him deeply without a prompt. His legs spread further, his fingers trembling as he gripped him by his hair. ]

Fuck...!

[ He grunted, his voice strained. ]

You... you will be the death of me.

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[ Wyatt looks up, bright blue eyes somehow warm. He'd smile if his lips weren't otherwise occupied. If he weren't busy he'd crack some stupid joke, like too late for that, might as well make a show of it. That would mean lifting off Iggy, though, and he's absolutely not going to do that.

Instead, he moans as he takes him deeper. He relaxes his throat around his cock and swallows it, letting it bulge into his throat. A loud moan hums around it, and Wyatt's own cock twitches and leaks pre into the sand beneath him. God, that tastes good. His mouth waters even while he's using it, making a wet mess over Iggy's shaft as he moves back up. Up and down and up again, and he pops off briefly to gasp cool air into his lungs. His lips are glistening, his cheeks are flushed, and he looks down with a hunger that indicates he's not close to done.

His tongue sweeps along Iggy's shaft, then swirls around his tip. His lips wrap back around him, and now his hand comes to rub and pump the base of his shaft. As Wyatt moves back down, the hand shifts lower to stroke and grope at his balls. Finally, his eyes close, unable to focus on anything but how good Iggy tastes. He sucks in his cheeks and works his mouth on that cock, saliva dripping from his lips to the sand. ]