Seth was close, too close, and Anri’s face burned. A million butterflies were fluttering and climbing around inside him. And then Seth leaned in and…his panic attack disappeared completely. Being near Seth calmed him down yet set his heartbeat racing at the same time. All it took, it seemed, was the sexy look on Seth’s face and a few commanding words from his beautiful mouth with that delicious looking lip ring, to have him eating out of Seth’s hand. Anri was ready to give in to whatever Seth demanded.
Yet, when Seth looked into his eyes, he couldn’t hold his gaze. He looked to the side, down, anywhere but at Seth. He tensed, waiting for Seth to do something. His pride kept him from admitting what he wanted, even to himself.
Seth’s breath was hot on his face. Their bodies weren’t touching but Seth’s body heat fill the space between them. The smell of Seth’s lust was intoxicating, lowering his inhibitions. Breathing in deep, he filled his lungs with Seth’s flavor. When he closed his eyes to avoid his attention, it instead amplified Seth’s presence. He held his eyes closed tightly as if he could hide from Seth if he squeezed them shut hard enough. Seth’s hands pressed against the wall on either side of his head and he squirmed. They caged him in, trapping him between Seth and the wall, and he had nowhere to escape.
It was liberating.
Softly, and too sweetly in contrast to his aggressive posture, Seth leaned in and whispered Anri’s name directly into his ear. “Anri.” Just a word. Almost a sigh, barely a breath, but the message was impossible to misunderstand. His name had never sounded like that on anyone’s lips, tinged with sadness, need, vulnerability and love tied up in a bittersweet package.
Something inside him began to erode away. His pride, his stubbornness, the preconceived notions of what was he was supposed to feel. His reason begin to slip, and a small flicker of desire-tinged need sparked to life in that place he keep hid from everyone, including himself.
“Stop running away. You’ve been running away from me since the first time we met. I think,” Seth said throatily, breathing the words into his ear, “I think you want to be caught. I think you want me as much as I want you. I think you want this. If you don’t…” Seth hesitated slightly, sounding unsure for just a second. He recovered quickly, his voice a sultry purr. “If you don’t want this, push me away. Do it now. Tell me to go to hell. Tell me to leave and never come back, like you always do. Cause…if you don’t…”
Anri didn’t say anything. Emotions too confusing to sort roiled within his chest. He trembled, saying nothing. Seth moved his right hand from the wall to Anri’s jaw, his touch gentle as if Anri was something precious. With just a light touch his fingers lead Anri’s face away from the wall, forcing him to look at Seth.
Anri didn’t resist. He couldn’t. His reason and pride were eroding away, and he found himself giving in to Seth’s touch. Seth smelled so good, his hand on his face felt so right. He shut his eyes even tighter as Seth moved his head with that undeserved gentle touch.
“Last chance, Anri. Push me away now and I’ll go. But if you don’t…the next time you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll catch you,” Seth purred. “You bring out the bully in me when you run, Anri.”
He couldn’t help but open his eyes. Seth’s glance was a heavy weight upon him. Seth was intensely sexy, his desire written plain on his face. He whimpered. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t break away from that intensity. A small smile lifted one side of Seth’s mouth, drawing his attention to his lip ring. Seth leaned forward, brushing his lips gently over Anri’s, testing his resolve.
He could feel the tension like razor wire in Seth’s hand despite the carefulness of his contact. Seth pulled back, just millimeters, from his lips. Without thinking about it, he leaned in, brushing his lips over Seth’s.
Seth froze, Anri’s lips gently resting over his, and then he moved so quickly Anri didn’t have time to respond. Seth’s hand snaked from his jaw down to wrap around the back of his neck. He pulled him slightly forward and fully into his embrace.
Their mouths met, small kisses from Seth at first, and then more as he gave in, opening up to him. Desire flooded his body, fueled by the fire of each kiss. The pressure on the back of Anri’s neck increased and he leaned his head forward, deepening Seth’s kiss. Seth took another step, just a tiny shift forward. Their bodies lined up, each place that they connected sending tiny sensations rippling through Anri’s body.
Anri’s hands were balled up at his sides, and he released them as he began to relax into Seth’s embrace. Seth licked his lips and he opened up, accepting Seth’s questing and probing tongue. Seth moaned, and any resistance that Anri might have had left dissolved into smoke. He kissed Seth back, losing himself in the sensations of Seth’s lips and tongue, of his hand on the back of his neck.
Something hard clicked off of his teeth. Seth’s lip ring. A wave of desire spread in him as he deftly caught the delicate ring with his teeth. Seth froze, anticipation sending a tremor through his body as he allowed Anri to take the lead.
Anri sucked at Seth’s lip, gently holding the small ring between his teeth. Seth moaned and licked his lips. His fingers tensed against the back of Anri’s neck. Seth leaned in and braced them both against the wall. He moved his hands from Anri’s neck to his head, his fingers running over Anri’s hair until he found the band holding it back.
Seth’s eyes closed as Anri’s tongue flicked the bloodstone ball of the lip ring, a gasp escaping from the back of his throat. He pulled the band and Anri felt his hair spread out, free from the tight hair tie, his scalp tingling with the release of tension. Seth’s hand slipped fluidly through his hair. Fingers tangled deep into it as Anri sucked hard and then released the ring. He kissed Seth full on then, their tongues twisting and darting in each other’s mouths.
He was overwhelmed with the need to touch Seth, to run his hands over every inch of Seth’s body. He felt his cock spring to life and, somewhere in the back of his mind, the thought occurred that he needed to get out of this situation, like right now.
Instead, he placed his hands on Seth’s cheeks, through Seth’s hair, then wrapped one around the back of Seth’s neck while the other one ran down Seth’s chest. The voice in the back of his head screamed for reason. For the first time in his life, Anri ignored it.
His fingers played over Seth’s neck, running across smooth and then scarred skin. The scars under his fingers, the scars he gave Seth the last time he let himself go, that tiny voice said. Guilt, then panic washed over him and he went rigid with tension. His heart jumped into his throat and his breath caught in his chest. His pants were too tight against his now fully erect member.
The voice in the back of his head, his voice of reason, was screaming at him. He had to get away! He needed to stop this while he still could, before it was too late! He feebly tried to push Seth away, pushing against his chest.
He broke off the kiss, both of them panting. His other hand, though, countered his efforts to push Seth away, still wrapped around his neck, fingers moving across his scars. He couldn’t seem to put any strength into the hand pushing on Seth’s chest and he couldn’t remove his other hand from the scars. His heartbeat in his head like a tribal drum, and he was sure Seth could hear it, too.
Seth looked into his eyes, erotic in his passion-induced dishevelment. He slowly teased his hand out of Anri’s hair and placed it over Anri’s own on his chest, twining their fingers together. He peeled Anri’s hand off of his chest and brought it to his face. Wordlessly he placed tender and gentle kisses on the palm of Anri’s hand without breaking eye contact.
Seth licked Anri’s palm in a long, slow trail from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. The sensations were astounding, and reminded him of that night with the pocket knife, when he first lost control with Seth. That night it was already too late for him, he realized. He was already addicted, ever since that night.
Seth stared deeply into his eyes. The need to run and the desire to stay dueled within him, freezing him in place. Seth’s stare became predatory as he began a second, agonizingly slow sweep with his tongue across Anri’s palm.
He trembled, falling back against the wall. Seth moved in, pressing their bodies even closer together. He closed his eyes, trying to escape from the intensity of Seth’s gaze. Even with his eyes closed he could feel Seth’s eyes on him. The press of Seth’s eager manhood against his belly was strangely comfortable, and he leaned into it subconsciously. He heard a moan, then realized it had come from him. Seth chuckled deep in his throat, one of the most erotic sounds he had ever heard in his entire life.
His hand was still in Seth’s, and Seth moved it so that it pressed against the wall above his head. He peeled Anri’s other hand off the back of his neck, pinning it with the first to the wall. Securing both of Anri’s hands against the wall over his head, Seth held them against the wall with just one of his own. It would be easy to break away from Seth’s grasp, but he found he didn’t want to. He liked being trapped.
After securing Anri’s hands above his head with his left hand, Seth moved his right hand down, weaving it back into Anri’s hair. Fisting his hair tightly, he pulled Anri’s head forward. “I have always wanted to mess up your hair. To run my hands through it,” he said wickedly into Anri’s ear, catching his earlobe between his teeth while pulling away, grazing it.
Anri tried to move now, testing his bounds, but Seth’s grip held him firmly. Seth yanked gently on his fist of hair, reminding Anri who was in control. A thrill rushed through him, causing his pelvis to jerk forward, just enough to rub his dick ever so pleasantly on Seth. It seemed easy now, and incredibly enticing, to give in.
His fangs chose that moment to drop. God, he was so turned on. He wanted Seth so much. Wanted to beg him not to stop. Their eyes met and Seth sucked in a breath. He knew his eyes were red and a ripple of fear pulsed at the thought of Seth rejecting him, pulling away in fear of what he was, but Seth growled in pleasure.
“Sexy,” Seth muttered, leaning in, brushing quick kisses against Anri’s lips and cheeks, kissing a trail down to his throat. Seth pulled his fist full of hair to tilt his head back, baring his throat. He moaned loudly, unable to control himself.
Deja vu struck and understanding bloomed inside him. He knew, now, in this moment, how each one of his donors must have felt as he drank from them. The thought of Seth playing the role of vampire was fucking sexy. This Wren controlling him, he could just give in and let him have his way. Anri indulged a part of himself that he normally kept tightly sealed inside and gave Seth complete control.
Seth began to mix his kisses with little nips on his throat, increasing the reality of the vampire role reversal. He imagined that Seth’s nips were getting sharper. Each nip he followed up with gentle kisses causing him to melted into Seth’s onslaught. He tried to move his head to expose his throat completely, but he was unable to move an inch with Seth’s steel grip in his hair.
Anri burned with need almost mindlessly. He was so aroused. It didn’t matter, in that moment, that Seth was a man. All that mattered was that it was Seth. He both silently dreaded yet begged for Seth to bite him hard enough to break the skin and spill his blood. He wanted…he wanted Seth to want him. To want to taste him, to drink him deep. Anri heard himself mewling, wordlessly begging, hoping that Seth would understand his unspoken desire.
Seth laughed that erotic, throaty laugh again, full of desire and need. Anri felt his cock twitch, his underwear pressing uncomfortably tight against his work pants. He couldn’t bring himself to say what he wanted. He wanted to beg Seth, desire flowing through his body like a raging river, his need engorging his manhood painfully.
Contrary to what Anri wanted to beg for, what he managed to say was, “No….Seth…we…can’t.” He groaned internally as the words left his mouth. Why was it so hard to say what he wanted?
Another sharp nip at his throat and then Anri’s hands were free, Seth’s moving quickly, skillfully unbuttoning Anri’s vest, then his shirt. He could still feel the pressure of Seth’s hands on his wrists as he brought them back down, placing them on Seth’s chest again.
“I think,” Seth said between mind numbing series of kisses and nips, his fingers nimbly working down Anri’s shirt, “that you are the type to say no…but mean yes.”
The last button undone, Seth pushed it back off of Anri’s shoulders. Cool air circled around his torso as Seth slid the shirt down his back. He was forced to moved his hands away from Seth’s chest as he pulled the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Chill air moved in, perking his nipples, sending a shiver through him. It had to be the cooler air, because it couldn’t be from the anticipation of not knowing what Seth’s next move would be.
Seth took his hands and placed them on the back of his neck. Then Seth’s hands were back in his hair, his scalp tingling from Seth’s firm grasp.
The kisses and nips began renewed, lowering now to his collarbone. A whine escaped him. Disappointment twisted inside him and he tried to slide down the wall to position himself back where Seth would bite his throat again. He was unable to move, though, held firm in place with Seth’s hand in his hair. He whimpered and Seth laughed against his collarbone, then bit it sharply.
Whimpering again, he silently begged for more. He moved his left hand to tangle it into Seth’s hair. It was slightly stiff with gel, and it felt bristly in Anri’s hand. Anri weaved his hand deeper into Seth’s hair, wrapping it up in his fingers. Seth groaned, his kisses moving down from his collarbone to Anri’s chest. He held Seth’s head with his hands but wasn’t able to put any effort into controlling where Seth’s kisses landed.
Seth stopped on one of his nipples. A well placed bite had him slamming his body against the wall, sending streams of liquid delight throughout his body. Another nip, harder this time, sent the pain and pleasure of it straight to his dick.
Seth slowly pulled his hand out of Anri’s hair. His hands gradually receded down Anri’s chest, down his sides, resting for a moment on either side of his hips at his belt. He planted several fluttering kisses on Anri’s nipple, then quickly sucked it into his mouth between his teeth, gently but firmly biting down. Carefully, while still holding the nipple between his teeth, Seth slowly eased down to a kneeling position at Anri’s feet.
The sensations worked to distract his attention from Seth’s hands for a moment, lost in the pleasant pain at his nipple. Before he could react, Seth deftly unbuckled Anri’s belt. The pressure lessened around his engorged member as Seth unzipped his pants. The same chill air circled around his cock as Seth pulled back the waistband and dipped his hand into Anri’s underpants.
Seth gripped his rock hard cock firmly and his mind short circuited as he succumbed to the pleasure, giving in to his needs, rocking his hips slightly. The moan that escaped from his throat drove Seth’s kisses lower. Faster. Seth nipped at Anri’s belly button, then lower, his nose trailing pleasantly down Anri’s lower belly. Anri felt himself completely freed from his pants now, the cool air a delicious contrast to the tight and stuffy restraint of his pants. Seth adjusted his position in front of Anri and wrapped both hands loosely around his eager manhood. Anri shook with trepidation as Seth teased him, kissing and nipping his way slowly, so slowly, down Anri’s happy trail, close to, but ultimately avoiding, his pulsating shaft.
He growled in frustration and pulled Seth’s head with his hands, the same way Seth had done to him only moments ago. He silently begged Seth to continue the nips and kisses down, down, just a little farther. Both of his hands were threaded through Seth’s hair now, and he gripped down tight, pulling Seth’s head, knuckles against Seth’s scalp.
In that moment, Seth was the physical embodiment of sex. Nothing compared with the way Seth looked up at him, his eyes brimming with desire. Their eyes locked, his mouth against Anri’s stomach, Anri’s hands wrapped around his head, and the image forever burned into his mind and engraved on his soul. It was too late to turn back now.
Seth made a sound in the back of his throat, animalistic and primal, and without breaking eye contact with Anri, leaned in and sucked his penis down to the back of his throat. “Oh, god, Seth, god…no…Seth, don’t…stop,” he panted. He wasn’t sure if he was telling Seth to stop or not, but Seth was unrelenting either way.
Seth receded to the tip of his dick, the air cool on his saliva-wetted stem, then dropped it slowly from his mouth, allowing it to bounce once in the open air. Anri could feel the hardness of Seth’s lip ring as his penis slipped from Seth’s mouth.
“Don’t…no, don’t stop. God Seth, please. Please,” he begged, reason fully escaping. The need for Seth’s lips wrapped around his cock drown out any other thoughts.
Seth’s hands dropped from his dick and Anri whimpered again, thrusting his hips in Seth’s direction. Seth’s hands went to his own pants, and one handedly he tore at them, pulling out his own engorged manhood. He quickly looked down, wrapping one hand around his own cock and then looking up again at Anri, waiting.
“Seth. Please Seth. Oh, Seth, pleasssseee…” Anri implored. He pulled Seth’s face back to his groin and thrust his hips forward, rubbing himself against Seth’s face.
“Oh, Anri…” Seth said as he kissed up the side of his cock. “Yes Anri, oh yes.” Seth ran his tongue from the base to the tip. He encased Anri’s balls with one hand and began to pleasure himself with his other, licking around the frenulum, under the head and around the tip of Anri’s cock teasingly. He looked up again at Anri, his eyes full of wicked playfulness.
He pulled Seth’s head by his hair again, positioning Seth’s lips against the tip of his dick. He wiggled his hips, lining up his cock and thrust it into Seth’s mouth, pushing himself inside. Seth’s mouth opened and accommodated his length and girth, taking him down to the hilt. “Seth….” he moaned. Seth did something, sucking in and moving his tongue and Anri knew he was close. His fingers loosened in Seth’s hair. “Wait…Seth, I’m going to cum…”
Seth slowly slid his mouth down Anri’s member until just the cockhead was in his mouth. He continued to suck on it, increasing the pressure almost painfully. Then he bit down on it lightly, the sensations sending electricity through Anri’s veins. Seth pulled him deeper, sucking him down to the hilt again, and then sliding his mouth lazily down the shaft until he was back at the head. He bit down, a little harder, making Anri writhe against the wall, hands still on Seth’s head. “Stop…” Anri beseeched as Seth repeated the movement again, faster this time.
Seth’s head began bobbing faster and faster despite his protests, his climax on the horizon. “Seth, I can’t…I’m…I’m cumming…”
Anri grunted, his orgasm sending fireworks exploding through his head and out into every inch of his body. He jerked with the force of it, and he felt the wet thickness of his ejaculation against the back of Seth’s throat. Seth swallowed, then sucked even more cum from the tip of his dick, his head still bobbing on Anri’s cock, stretching the bliss of his orgasm out further. Anri’s hands cupped Seth’s head and he felt him swallow again, both with his dick, and his hands. Seth slowly pulled away and Anri slumped down the wall, all of the strength drained, leaving his legs like jelly.
Seth leaned against him when he reached the ground, his own member red and throbbing. Transfixed, Anri watched his own hand move and and push Seth’s hand away, taking hold of Seth’s large burning-hot member. Seth’s shaft was silky beneath his fingertips. He began to stroke the solid length of him, sliding smoothly up and down the hot, iron-hard pole. Seth moaned as his hand moved rhythmically, gliding up and down that velvety cock.
It only took a moment before Seth’s manhood exploded, the wet warmth instantly coating Anri’s hand. He stroked Seth’s cock with his seman slicked hand for a few more lengths, Seth’s dick pulsating as he twitched and moaned. When the last of his tremors stopped, Seth leaned heavily against him, eyes closed in contentment.
Both of them sat like that for a few minutes, exposed and spent.
Seth’s cum smelled wonderful, almost as good as his blood, and he lifted his hands to his lips. Without really thinking about it, he licked it from his finger. He found it bitter and salty, and not entirely unlike the taste Seth’s blood, although the texture was alien to him. It didn’t taste good, per se, but it tasted…nevermind, it tasted like Seth and he didn’t want to waste any of it. He began to lick it off of his hand like a cat.
Seth watched quietly, his fingers playing lightly along Anri’s thigh. For some reason, even though he knew he should be feeling so embarrassed and ashamed that he could die, he didn’t. The sensation was similar to when he succumbed to bloodlust. He knew deep down he should feel something, but couldn’t bring himself to care. Ennui? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. All he wanted to do right now was savor the taste of Seth on his hands and enjoy the heat of Seth against his side.
Seth scooted back against the wall and rested his head on Anri’s shoulders while he cleaned his hand. He sighed deeply, content and satisfied. It was strange, he felt sated, as if he had drank blood. Unable to spend any effort focusing on it, he let the thought drift out of his head. He wiggled down and rested his head in Seth’s lap. Eyes closed, he was content not to think at all.
Dreadfully Erotic 