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bloodiedkisses
23 May 2014 @ 02:30 am
KNOW THE WATER’S SWEET BUT BLOOD IS THICKER || SET & RICHIE  
Richard cackled, groaning as he pushed deep inside of his brother, pressure only making him feel good about what he was doing. The young vampire wasn’t one to do this, it was often Set that took over and fucked Richard, but it was all about power and Richie was the one that owned it right now. “How does it feel brother? To be fucked by me?” he laughed, a sharp moan leaving his mouth as he begins to thrust, rocking his hips at a steady pace. He didn’t want to rush this, no, he wanted to take it slow, feel his brother crumble beneath him, succumb to the pleasure that he was awarding him with at the moment. It had been a mistake to claw at him like that, drawing blood. Did he want to drink it? Or was he trying to hurt him? Either way, it made Richard go into a frenzy, rocking his hips a little faster, feeling his tightness constrict around his cock. “Set…” he groaned, holding his legs up in the air, moving them accordingly to burrow deeper into his entrance. He rested one of his legs on his chest and moved down to stroke his brother’s cock, wanting him to writhe in pleasure, beg him to fuck him deeper and harder. “So…tight….brother…” Richard hissed, not slowing the pace, keeping it nice and steady as he watched his brother, whimpering at how good he felt inside of him.
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Set | Salvatore Esposito: pic#7843430[personal profile] houseoftherisingsons on June 3rd, 2014 02:15 pm (UTC)
He'd been pissed, he wanted to make him bleed, make him stop, or at least redirect, but there didn't seem to be any dissuading him now, not with the way he was splitting him open. He tried to keep separate, tried to hold on to the anger, clenched and spat and bared his teeth but it only seemed to encourage the other and then he was spreading him open further, burying deeper, over and over, unrelenting and he arched in spite of himself when he hit the angle just right, a needy moan escaping him. "Shit. Richie..."

It had been good between them, once, almost like this, and it was the memory of what had been that had him reaching for him, a hand against his side, nails curled to dig into skin, hips rolling as the younger vampire took hold of him with lazy strokes. The leg not trapped hooked around his hip, pulling him closer as Set matched him stroke for stroke; he wanted to hate him for this, and part of him still did, but fuck, it felt good for all that, having him that close, being filled by him. Nails dug in tighter, almost drawing blood, he stared right back. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that? This doesn't change anything."
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