[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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[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...

[bratpack]

[ 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.

[bratpack]

[ 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. ]