Show Me Your Teeth

Their bodies moved as one, two men entwined, sweat glistening off their bare flesh, as one male's aggressive thrusts propelled the other man forward, before using his strong arms to bring him back again. Lips roamed over chest and neck as sloppy kisses were placed wherever they could, hands exploring the other man's body as their movements gained speed, the man's intrusive prodding bringing him deep inside the other as the bed beneath them - a flimsy contraption of metal and springs beneath a dull, dirty mattress - struggled to support their efforts. The larger man on top, the weight of his body pressed against the younger male's below, continued thrusting himself deep inside the other as he felt himself nearing climax, a sustained groan emanating from his throat as he used one final thrust to send his seed into the other man, simultaneously digging his front teeth into the soft skin of the younger man's neck, muffling the subsequent scream by placing a large hand over the boy's mouth. As he came, the older man drank the sweet, crimson juice that flowed from the fresh wound, licking at it greedily like a Great Dane at his water bowl. Once fully satisfied, he pulled himself out of and away from the boy, who lay there frozen on the bed, completely lost to the mortal realm for the time being, and searched for his clothes, which had been strewn about in the heat of the erotic moment the two had just shared. Dressed, he moved to the nightstand by the bed - simple, unpainted wood in a room just as bland - and picked up the wallet that belonged to this mortal escort of whom he had just taken such delightful advantage. He pocketed the money lifted from the boy's wallet - he wouldn't miss it until he regained consciousness several hours later - and exited the room, drifting down the dimly-lit hall and out of the rancid, sex fiend-infested building.

This was Kalvin Svedko's typical weekend-night routine: he would make his way to one of the local nightclubs, where he would buy himself a drink or two, perhaps observe some of the attractive mortals on the dance floor - he rarely partook in such rituals himself, unable to dance in any manner not awkward, and not liking the social aspect of the passtime anyway - and then went to the brothel down the street, where he'd buy himself a whore, get in a good fuck, and end with a much-needed snack. Vampires could not simply buy their food at a supermarket: they had to be a bit more resourceful at dinnertime. Stealing the whore's money was an important part of the process: he did not have a job and did not desire one, and thus robbing those whose blood he drained allowed for him to procure some funds without having to waste too much of his time.

But what happens when the system - a system he had created a decade ago and had followed religiously ever since- fails?

It had been a night like every other. The twenty-five-year-old brunette had bought himself a few Bloody Mary's and had spent a good hour or so watching a few of the hotter club-goers grinding on the dance floor before deciding it was time for a meal. He had made his way over to the same brothel he went to every weekend, choosing a slim blonde who looked like he could use a thrill, and together they had made their way down that same dimly-lit hall into one of those bare rooms. Everything had been going according to plan, the same way it had for ten years. But then, as lips roamed and hands explored, they got to talking. Kalvin despised conversation - he preferred to remain quiet - but they had gotten to talking, and the damage had been done. Hearing this poor boy's life story - something about his mother being a jerk, the Ukrainian native could no longer remember the details - Kalvin had decided, in an uncharacteristically compassionate moment, that he could not do to this boy what he had done to so many. "Let's go," he had said simply, standing and folding his arms across his chest in his typical manner. The boy had been confused, and so the man had repeated, "Let's go." That was three months ago. They had been living together ever since.

Theirs was a strange sort of relationship. They weren't close enough for Kalvin to consider them an item, and even if they were, the brunette was extraordinarily unfaithful. But it wasn't his fault: he and Isaac had only had sex once, and if he couldn't get it at home, then he would go out looking for it, and get a meal and some cash on top of it. Having a roommate gave him a companion - although he didn't talk much and preferred to listen - and gave this other boy a shot at a decent life, so this system, unlike the other, was set to work.

Kalvin now walked down the dark sidewalk back towards the apartment he now shared with this boy. It was just past midnight, but Kalvin was not particularly social and thus had no place to go but home. Walking down 54th street, he turned the corner onto 3rd avenue and was in a completely different world: no one on the inside would mention it, and no one on the outside would notice it, but the neighborhood he had just entered in turning that corner was filled almost entirely with undercover vampires. Valnak, with its boring brick apartment buildings and its quaint little convenience stores - completely indistinguishable from the rest of the city - was home to some of the most ruthless of immortal beings, cordial enough on the outside, but always plotting how to get his or her next meal. The mortal boy Kalvin had taken home with him - Isaac Bennett, who was adorable if not a bit talkative for Kalvin's tastes - was, in fact, one of the only mortals who lived in the neighborhood, and was entirely unaware that vampires dominated the area. Kalvin supposed it was best he remain oblivious, lest he cause a scene: it was difficult enough protecting him from hungry eyes without him knowing he was considered prey.

A few blocks later, Kalvin was entering his apartment building, making his way up the stone stairwell to the third floor, upon which he resided. Most of his family, immediate and more distantly related, lived on the third floor, a strange yet somehow comforting situation. However, it did have its drawbacks:

"Did you bring home another whore with you this time?" Asked a tall and lanky brunette, one hand on her prominent hipbone. This was Teresa, Kalvin's older sister, and she had been among the most disapproving upon finding out that Kalvin now had an unsuspecting roommate. "I swear you're starting a collection."

Kalvin, who was the silent type even around his own family, simply shook his head: he was in no mood for Teresa's little jokes, and so he moved silently past the pale woman, inserting key into lock and promptly entering his own room, closing the door behind him.

His room was typical for a young man living on his own: there was a living room with connected kitchen, two bedrooms - although more recently only one of them was being used - and a bathroom. It was certainly nothing special, but Kalvin didn't need much, so it fit his needs perfectly.

He found Isaac sitting on the couch in the living room watching television, and he silently moved to sit next to him. He found himself wondering if he still smelled like sweat and sex - and the cheap cologne whores tended to wear - and he licked his lips quickly to ensure no blood had stained his skin. He crossed his arms as he turned to face the other male, saying nothing but gazing at him with his dark eyes in that slightly odd way of his. This boy - this poor, destitute boy whom Kalvin had rescued for reasons he himself did not comprehend - was completely unaware that he lived with a vampire, and surrounded by said vampire's family. How ignorant he was. Cute, though.

'Hi.' So simple a greeting, yet even the one word was more than Kalvin felt was necessary: were he in charge, no one would ever speak unless absolutely necessary, and the world would allow gestures, facial expressions, and physical contact to communicate their ideas and feelings. Shifting only slightly, he mulled over the fact that, in a way, he was in charge - not of the whole world, but of this boy sitting beside him. This was his home, and he was allowing this stranger to share it at no personal cost to him. He supposed he could impose some sort of code of silence for his tenant, but it occured to him soon after that such a thing would be cruel: after all, while he himself did not enjoy conversation and preferred to keep his lips sealed, most human mortals, particularly this blonde now sharing his couch, delight in vocally sharing their opinions with one another. He could feel a sense of discomfort begin to grow in the other boy as the silence settled between them, but the tall brunette had no intentions at the moment of easing his mind. No, he had inconvenienced himself enough as it was, bringing in this boy to feed, shelter and - unbeknownst to him - protect, and what for? The two barely spoke (admittedly to his preference), only spent time with one another when Kalvin wasn't out stalking his next meal, and had only had sex once - once.

It had been a incredible evening. Only a few days had passed since the night Kalvin had taken Isaac home with him, only a few days since Teresa had slapped him across the face for "doing such a foolish and impulsive thing," and only a few days since Kalvin had decided he was never again getting within arm's reach of his older sister. His parents had nearly exploded at him, admonishing him against trusting a mortal, but he had finally managed to convince him that his heart - though beat it did not - had felt something entirely inexplicable for this mortal boy, and he was doing what he was doing and there was simply nothing that could be done to change his mind. They had settled down - they had never been able to talk sense into their son at any rate - and so the living situation had been settled, albeit not quite peacefully. The first few days of living with a roommate had been somewhat strange - they ate together, watched television together, and sometimes just sat around together, but they didn't do much talking and more likely than not didn't have much to talk about anyway. But Kalvin could feel it, and with all probability Isaac could feel it as well: there was tension of a sexual nature between the two men. After all, they had met at a whorehouse, and Kalvin had, up until the very moment when he had stood and led the boy back to his apartment, been planning on having his way with the blonde and then disposing of him none too properly. That sex, that almost-guaranteed sex, had never happened, and Kalvin was in need. He had been standing that night at the sink in the island-countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room, cleaning a glass from which he had just drank, and Isaac was now sitting lazily on the couch after eating dinner. Kalvin had looked at the boy, and apparently Isaac had felt his gaze for he had turned to meet it, looking up at him expectantly. Raw urges were building up inside the older man, and he set the glass down on the counter along with the dish towel he had been using to dry it. "Come here," he had said simply, his voice low and gruff, resting his hands on the counter. Isaac, perhaps confused as to what was needed of him, had quirked an eyebrow, and Kalvin had repeated the words, to which the younger boy finally obeyed, getting up off the couch and coming to meet him in the kitchen. Kalvin had wasted no time, cupping the young blonde's chin in his hand and pressing his lips against the other's. Hands groped and tongues played as their bodies moved closer, Kalvin's muscular figure pressing into Isaac's smaller frame as the two kissed. They made love on the kitchen floor that night, and had not been together in such a way for three months.

As these images moved through Kalvin's mind like a winding river gently flowing down the valley basin, his pensive brown eyes never left his blonde roommate. Yet even lost in thought he was entirely aware of his surroundings - one of his kind was always alert even when in repose - and so he noticed the intrigued look given to him so generously by the younger male, and he returned the gesture with a quick once-over, his eyes flickering from top to bottom with interest. The boy's long blonde hair - Kalvin's hands had run countless times through these golden locks as they had sunk down together to the hardwood floor beneath them, lips locked and arms entwined. His thin, angular shoulders - he had placed gentle kisses here, and in the crook of his neck, as clothing had been opened and tossed elsewhere in the room. His underdeveloped, boyish chest and abdomen - how it had sparkled with tiny beads of sweat as the brunette had entered into the boy, pushing himself into his younger roommate as their two bodies became one, the two men closer than they had ever been before, Isaac laying on his back on the floor as Kalvin thrusted inside him. His small yet sturdy hips - Kalvin had grabbed onto these tightly as he had climaxed, spilling his seed into the boy's smaller body, collapsing beside him, exhausted and satisfied. His entire, beautiful figure - they had curled up beside one another, lying naked side by side on the kitchen floor, Kalvin pressing gentle kisses to the top of the boy's head until they had both drifted into a deep and much-needed slumber. All of these thoughts, all of these moments, filled his hungry mind, just from one simple glance. He wondered if Isaac thought these same thoughts, if he saw these same scenes when he looked at him, if he longed to feel the same way he had felt that night three months ago. Or did he regret what had happened between them? Had it only served to make their awkward evenings together even more uncomfortable? Or had there been something else there, something more substantial than simple, lust-driven cravings? So much Kalvin longed to know, but so incapable he was of extracting such information. Such a conversation, were it ever to happen, would most likely require initiation on his part. For while Isaac was certainly the more talkative of the two, Kalvin doubted he would ever even consider bringing up such subject matter to his quiet landlord.

Only moments had passed since Isaac had greeted him and, ultimately deciding that he did not wish for his roommate to remain uncomfortable, Kalvin responded. "Hi," he said in his usual, soft manner, his dark eyes catching Isaac's blue as he unfolded his arms and clasped his hands together in his lap. So simple a greeting, yet so many possibilities it created.

Most around him wished they could peer into Kalvin's mind, if only for an instant. He remained so silent, so shut out from the outside world even when standing right in the middle of it, that most of the people he knew barely knew him. He was a closed book, a locked diary, a racing mind that could not be accessed to those who could not claim ownership. When he was younger, his parents would often ask him questions, but he had never felt particularly inclined to answer: eventually the questions stopped coming, and he was just as happy without the inquisitions, although it meant that his parents were a bit wary of him, which was insignificant now that he had his own apartment. His sister had long since gotten used to receiving no response to her repartees, and perhaps she found it advantageous, knowing she would always have the first word, the last word, and most of the words in between. His more distant relatives often did not bother engaging him in conversation - if one could call such a one-sided undertaking a conversation - and thus did not even know their cousin, nephew, grandson, despite living meters away. His own roommate, with whom he had shared his body, had none of his mind, only the occasional word he would allow to escape from behind typically-sealed lips, leaving him guessing with regards to his innermost thoughts and his truest intentions.

His intentions were generally good - he ate only when he had to, and it could hardly be considered his fault that he had been born a member of a species whose meals required the pain of other humans. (Was this borderline-cannabalism really so much worse than the typical normal human carnivorous appetite? Was one human so much more important than one chicken, than one cow, than one swordfish? How many shrimp must a person eat before he has taken enough shellfish lives to equal that of one homo sapien? But this was a digression that, while Kalvin could not say he did not have the time for, he preferred simply to not think about, lest PETA acquire his number.) He loved his family - he never showed it, although perhaps his usual obedience (save for bringing home the occasional stray...) could be attributed to loving his mother and father enough to respect their authority. He rarely quarreled with his sister - such exchanges usually required words, and while Kalvin could sling a whole slew of harsh phraseology at the older female, he simply was uninterested and felt no need or desire. He stole money, yes, but never at gun point, and only because he needed it. (And again, was each living being's existence not just as valuable as every other's? Would the Good Lord be so distraught that Kalvin had taken money from a poor prostitute, if it meant he himself being able to spend it to feed his charge and pay his bills? Kalvin could become philosophical when he wanted, but no one would ever know this.) He'd never hurt his roommate once: touches were gentle, words - as seldom as they came - were kind, and in fact Kalvin could venture to guess that he had made his life much better than it had previously been. Had Isaac even had a home before the night they met? The brunette had never bothered to ask. To him, this did not matter - he had a home now, he had a companion, albeit a quiet one, but one to lend a hand, an ear, and a shoulder. Yes, Kalvin's intentions were good, but as for whether those around him were aware...

Again, thoughts - as seemingly elaborate and poignant as they may have been - were unable to distract Kalvin for long, and so when Isaac made a sudden movement - running his tongue quickly along his bottom lip - the older man noticed immediately, eyes flicking down for just a moment to see the plump lip now glistening with a thin coating of saliva - before flicking back up again to catch Isaac's gaze once more. The boy had beautiful eyes - a soft blueish color that seemed to hold hope, grace, and a naivete perhaps expected from someone who knew stunningly little about the man with which he had been living for a quarter of a year. Kalvin's own lips - thinner, yet just as soft and surprisingly gentle - curved upwards just slightly, enough to show the faintest suggestion of a smile, the usual extent of a display of contentment on Kalvin's features. Yes, he was happy; he rarely showed it, and he never spoke it, but he was happy, particularly in quiet, serene moments such as these. A pretty young creature beside him, the silent television's images producing various colors of light that would flicker over the young boy's face, large blue eyes looking into his own... and suddenly their hands were touching, and Kalvin's eyes again broke their contact with Isaac's to look down, as though seeking visual proof, before looking up again. He did not move his own hand, but allowed it to be moved, turning it over as Isaac took it into his own hand, and the sensation of the boy's soft fingertip tracing an unknown design into his own, larger, more calloused hand, forced Kalvin's smile to grow just slightly larger, perhaps moreso than usual for this expressionless man. Oh yes, he was happy.

Not expecting more words to pass between them so soon - perhaps he had failed to comfort the other male's taste for talk with his own little greeting - Kalvin's smile faded. He considered the boy's words pensively. Missed him? What was there to miss? He didn't speak, they rarely touched, and in fact they rarely did much save for the silent eye contact, the occasional physical contact, and the much less common lip contact: in fact, this evening so far had been highly indicative of how they usually spent their weekend nights together. Regardless, he was missed, and now he was left to figure out why. But Kalvin soon realized, with a subconscious yet barely visible shake of his head, that it didn't matter: reasons were for psycho-analysts, and just as he kept his own thoughts to himself, he was not particularly interested in the why's behind Isaac's feelings. Instead of wondering why, he wondered how - how he could make it so that Isaac did not miss him, how he could make it so that the time they spent together was a bit more worthwhile for Isaac without being too tedious for himself. He leaned forward - their eyes still engaged - until their faces were close, the tips of their noses almost brushing, their lips centimeters apart. Memories, as they so often did, came flooding back to the vampire as he found himself so close to kissing this beautiful boy, just as he had done so that night months ago when they had given themselves to one another on the kitchen floor, and though he longed to close the gap that remained between them, he could not do so. "I'll leave less." Perhaps the shortest reply possible, but Kalvin did believe that he had managed to find the response with the lowest length-to-significance ratio.

Kalvin lived for moments like these. Their lips, so close to one another's, twitching in tiny, hardly-noticeable movements as though begging to make contact. Their noses, brushing softly, the barely-tangible sensation sending a heated chill down the vampire's spine. Their eyes, locked in a confused and cautious gaze, the two men trying desperately to figure out what the other was thinking. Their bodies, yearning to be close, itching to find their way back to one another, back to the kitchen floor where they had held one another in their arms as sleep took them far away. Kalvin revelled in these moments, these moments of a delectable dichotomy of comfort and nerves. Words weren't necessary in moments like these. Words made things complicated. Words could lie. But only the purest and most honest of emotions were displayed through a man's face and gestures.

And what did Kalvin's face say? Did it show his confusion, wondering what Isaac thought of him and what he himself really thought of Isaac? Did it show his compassion, knowing that he had, for whatever reason, taken this boy off the streets to give him a better life and a shot at real comfort? Did it show his lust, his mind wandering again and again back to that night they had shared together seemingly so long ago, and how much he craved another night like that? Did it show his sympathy, knowing this boy could just have easily remained a prostutite, destined for destitution and disease, and was now completely oblivious that most of the tenants of the apartment in which they resided wanted to feast on his warm mortal blood? No, his face showed none of these things. His face, always solemn, always stoic, showed nothing. He wanted it like that. He needed it like that. He could not have his roommate knowing how he truly felt. At least, not until he himself fully understood these feelings. Isaac needed him, of that Kalvin was certain. And he truly believed that Isaac wanted him, as well. And these things, well, they made Kalvin inexplicably happy (happy, of course, being a word rarely used to describe the emotionless man). But why? Why did this boy's needs and desires send Kalvin to such a good mental state? The brunette was clueless. And so, for now, Isaac would have to be, as well.

Kalvin's features were blank and thus, when he did not speak - which was most of the time - he emanated absolutely no information about himself. Perhaps this was the key to Isaac's discomfort, for this man was perpetually mysterious, and thus the blonde boy was always left in the dark. But this boy, whom Kalvin considered so naive and oblivious, was perhaps a bit more cognizant, a bit more assertive than he had initially believed. For while the brunette was having this internal battle of struggling not to let their lips meet prematurely, Isaac had apparently decided that there was no harm in doing just that. Feeling the boy's soft, plush lips against his own sent a wave of contentment through Kalvin's body, and the sensation of the boy's arms being placed gently over his shoulders only heightened the feeling of satisfaction. Their kiss, however, was too light for the vampire's personal tastes, and so Kalvin pressed his lips more firmly against Isaac's, allowing his lips to part just slightly, as though urging the other boy to intensify their kiss. Allowing his passions to take over, Kalvin closed his eyes as his arms found their way around Isaac's back, drawing the smaller boy into his strong grasp, into the security of his larger frame, his fingertips dancing lightly up and down the boy's spine, as if to mimic the sensation Kalvin had felt only minutes earlier. Whatever Isaac had been trying to figure out by kissing him, Kalvin was pretty sure he was receiving his answer now, even if neither of them could explain any of this. He was holding onto him, and wasn't letting go for the world.

Yes, body language and contact could portray so much more of the human psyche than any words that could pass between parted lips. The way Isaac's back arched as Kalvin's fingers danced lightly over his back, the way the boy leaned into their kiss, pressing their lips more firmly together, the way said lips parted, inviting Kalvin's tongue to slide between, roaming over the blonde's teeth and exploring the younger man's oral cavity. The way Isaac shifted to his knees, crawling into Kalvin's lap, pressing his body up against his, all of these gestures, subtle or overt, meant something. These two men, though so different in mannerisms and, in fact, in their very existences, wanted one another, Kalvin could tell without having to say or hear a word. The brunette wrapped his arms more tightly around the boy as he came into his lap, squeezing him as if to say, yes, I am here, and you are here with me, and that is the way it must always be.

He leaned back, allowing the weight of the boy's forward movement to shift them down, until Kalvin was more or less laying face-up on the couch, Isaac hovering over him, one leg on either side of the vampire's waist. Their lips were still together, Kalvin's tongue gently flicking Isaac's tongue, as though asking it to come out and play. Eastern European in origin, matters of the lips were Kalvin's specialty, and he prided himself on being an excellent kisser, his lips caressing every part of the boy's eager mouth, his tongue working its way over the boy's lips, chin, jawline, and cheeks. His hands, meanwhile, moved gracefully over the boy's body, touching every part of the still-clothed boy, very much aware that they would soon be arriving to the point where tensions would be too high and clothes would have to come off. When Isaac pulled away to take a breath, Kalvin took that as an opportunity to further delve into the boy's body with his lips, brushing them over his ear, neck, and shoulders. It was a good thing, it occured to the brunette as he gently dug his front teeth playfully into the boy's neck, that he had already eaten, or this situation could have gotten fairly ugly, fairly quickly. When their lips finally met again after a seemingly interminable time lapse, Kalvin could tell, based on the fervor with which Isaac was pressing their lips together, that things were going to start progressing quickly. The vampire had just satisfied himself sexually with a cheap hooker only half an hour or so prior, but he was ready to go again, and it thrilled him to know that this time it would be with the boy he had been thinking about since that delicious night three moons ago. Isaac had seemingly read his mind, as he was now struggling to take his shirt off, a development that drove Kalvin wild as he feasted his eyes on the boy's smooth, boyish upper body. He licked his lips anxiously as the boys' foreheads came together and their eyes met for just a moment, and Kalvin kissed the blonde once gently before diving right in, running his lips and tongue over the boy's chest, nipples, and stomach as he reversed their positions, pushing the other boy so that he was now laying on his back, Kalvin straddling him above. His hands, with the blonde boy's help, had found their way to the boy's hips: his favorite location on the male body, for grasping the boy's small hips reminded him that he was the larger of the two, giving him a sense of physical dominance that drove him crazy.

Now satisfied that he had worked over the boy's upper body to his liking, Kalvin sat up and did to his own shirt what Isaac had previously done to his, quickly removing it from his toned and tanned upper body before discarding it on the floor. A few droplets of sweat caused his muscles to glisten just slightly, a product of the heat created by the friction between their bodies. He lowered himself back down to where Isaac was laying, allowing his lips to hover just above Isaac's, only for a moment before closing the gap and kissing him deeply and fully. Their chests met, skin brushing skin as Kalvin's hands found their way back to the boy's hips, quickly coming to the conclusion that the boy's jeans were in his way. However, as much as the primal part of him would have loved to just rip the boy's pants off and ravage him all night long, the brunette decided that, as this was only their second time, they could take their time getting to know one another's bodies in the most passionate and intimate of ways. Foreplay was, after all, half of the fun.

Kalvin would never divulge where he went on weekends, especially not to the boy he was now kissing more and more deeply. Isaac didn't need to know how he went to the same bar every weekend night, ordering himself a drink and watching the oblivious, young mortals grinding on the dancefloor. He didn't need to know how he would leave the bar and head over to the whore house - the same place he had met Isaac - and pick himself out a hooker to go into one of the back rooms and fuck. He didn't need to know how he would nourish himself off the young boy's juices, licking at crimson liquid while his own seed was spent deep into the boy's body. He didn't need to know how he would then stand, wipe the excess blood from his face, and get dressed as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. And he certainly didn't need to know how he would then proceed to snatch the boy's wallet and take what was inside - perhaps the only thing keeping said boy from starvation. No, some secrets Kalvin would never tell. Isaac was better left in the dark.

Feeling the tug of the blonde boy's slender fingers through his belt loops, Kalvin obeyed the silent command, thrusting his hips up against the younger male's body as Isaac did the same, causing them to heatedly smash into one another. He let out a soft groan as the boy's fingernails dug into his flesh, arching his back as a wicked grin replaced the usual brooding nature of his face. Now very much aware that his erection was beginning to stiffin, thus rendering his jeans much too tight and highly unwanted, Kalvin's hands left Isaac's hips to fumble for the fly of his jeans, fervently clawing at them until the button came unfastened and the zipper, teeth stretched to their limit, unzipped itself. From there, it was a few ungraceful moments until the man's jeans had been kicked off, lying useless on the floor with his previously-discarded shirt. Now dressed solely in light blue briefs - an article of clothing that contrasted extraordinarily from the general darkness of his nature - Kalvin's erection became even more apparent. He grinded his crotch hungrily into Isaac's leg as their lips met once more, carnal urges beginning to take over the man's mind. His lips left Isaac's mouth, making their way down past his chin to his neck, where he dug his teeth in just enough to leave an impression before moving on. Arriving now at the boy's chest, Kalvin's lips encircled one of his nipples as his tongue gently darted over it until it stood erect. Further down his lips moved, planting soft kisses over the smooth flesh of the boy's stomach, until arriving finally at the brim of his pants. Just as Kalvin's jeans had been discarded, so too would Isaac's lower layers have to meet a similar fate. But he wasn't going to be the one to do it: the brunette wanted to see the blonde strip his own pants off, and so he looked up at the boy expectantly, passion and greed in his eyes.

It did not take long for Isaac to deduce what the older man was waiting for, and Kalvin watched with great interest as the blonde boy slowly unfastened his pants and removed them from his body. He did not move to help as the boy struggled momentarily with the pantlegs: he simply sat there, hands on his meaty, bare upper thighs, fingers playing with the small soft hairs that rose out of his tanned skin, eyes fixated on the boy's movements. In this position, sitting on top of the boy writhing beneath him, Kalvin felt again like a customer, and Isaac like his whore: he watched intensely as the younger man hastily did his biddings, as though Kalvin was waving a twenty in his face. But this was how the masculine vampire liked it: he liked being in control, he liked seeing the other squirm, he liked knowing his very touch, his glances, had the power to send the boy over the edge. He needed to dominate, he needed to feel like he was in charge and his lover was simple puddy in his hands, begging for attention and longing for his sensual gestures. Sex could be so much more than the deed itself, and Kalvin - as quickly as he was pushing them along on the path towards total nudity - liked to take his time finding out what exactly would drive his lover wild. Was it a nibble on the ear lobe? A hand on the hip? A finger in the ass? Kalvin derived pleasure from bringing pleasure to his partner and, even when it was just some cheap whore, he liked sex to be a thrilling experience for all parties involved. That night he had first shared his body with Isaac had been nothing short of incredible, and he wanted to bring those feelings back, for both of them.

A romantic moment passed between the two men as Isaac pressed soft, gentle, almost intangible kisses to Kalvin's lips, their eyes meeting on several occasions. Kalvin smiled. It was unlike the previous one, the wicked, devilish grin that had said, 'I can't wait to fuck you.' It was sweet, kind, one that said, 'maybe I can.' But now that the boy's pants were off, Kalvin could get back to work, leaning down to plant his lips on the boy's midriff, allowing his moist tongue to leave a trail of saliva running over the boy's hips. He grabbed the boy's crotch with his teeth through the fabric of Isaac's underwear, pulling at it softly; he could feel it pulsating beneath the clothing, and he knew said clothing would soon be torn off by one pair of greedy hands or another. Feeling the boy's hand against his own crotch elicited a throaty moan from the older man, who threw his head back and shut his eyes tightly to allow his full concentration on his sense of touch. He placed his hand on Isaac's, gripping it tightly, pressing it into his erection and rubbing it up and down. Kalvin didn't talk much, but occasionally he was moved to words: "F-fuck yeah."

Isaac's stomach muscles tensed at the feel of Kalvin's warm breath and wet tongue again his skin. He leaned back a little, back to resting him on his elbows, biting quickly at his lower lip as he felt the other at his crotch. However, Kalvin's reaction was completely delicious: Isaac had done that. He'd made many men cry out before him but this was Kalvin. The one he lived with, shared space with. If he was able to make him feel this way then perhaps he wasn't as much as a waste of space as he thought. He didn't even mind that Kalvin had taken control of his own hand; Isaac willingly supplied a few squeezes when he got the chance. Anything to draw out another sound from the other male. Isaac thought of taking advantage while he could, before Kalvin probably pushed him back down into the couch and continued.

Tugging his hand softly away from the other, Isaac reached out with long fingers to slip them beneath the elastic band of Kalvin's underwear. Sitting up a little more, he slipped his hand in completely and curled his fingers around the other's erection, squeezing once, then twice, before beginning to stroke. He pressed their lips together again, wanting to catch any noises Kalvin made upon his own mouth. Shifting carefully to free his other hand, Isaac curled his hand around the back of the other's neck, fingers idly playing with his hair.

Oh yes, the blonde knew very well what Kalvin liked, pressing his hand firmly against the older man's crotch, squeezing his erection as the vampire's larger hand guided the boy's over the area. Even when experiencing extreme sexual pleasure, Kalvin rarely vocalized his feelings, but when he had suddenly felt Isaac's hand on his crotch - a sensation for which he had been waiting quite literally for months - he had been sufficiently brought to such a mental state as to allow a few words, crude as they may have been, to slip through the cracks. He figured Isaac would like hearing them, especially since such words had been elicited by his own actions, so the brunette determined it was worth the extra effort. And if Isaac didn't like them, well, then he could suck it up and take what he could get, because Kalvin was making no promises about extra effort in the future. He wasn't a talker, plain and simple. He'd moan during sex, sure - and in fact he was doing that plenty at the moment, soft noises escaping from his throat as he opened his eyes just slightly to watch the boy's fingers pressing into the material of his underwear - but communication? Not for him.

As if he weren't enjoying himself enough already, Kalvin soon felt the boy's cold fingers wrapped around his bare erection, sending a chill up and down his spine as their lips met, feverish kisses shared between two lovers reunited after three months of unforgiving celibacy. Well... it had been celibacy of the mind, really, for Kalvin had had plenty of sex in the last quarter of a year, but not with the one person with whom he'd truly wanted to share the experience. Now, he had to make up for lost time. Both of his hands now free to wander, they did just that, moving up and down, back and forth, side to side over the boy's all-but-nude body as he shivered at the boy's touch. He groped every inch of Isaac's body, up to his neck and boyishly charming face, down to his thighs, and everywhere in between. He moved lastly back to the blonde's crotch, which he gave similar attention as Isaac had just given him, squeezing it gently and rubbing it up and down in an attempt to make the boy squirm. Waves of the erotic pleasure pulsated through the man's body as his hips began to buck instinctively at Isaac's much-desired, enjoying the young male's hand but craving something warmer and more moist. Kalvin decided that Isaac's mouth, with his soft lips and his skilled tongue, would be the perfect replacement. With one quick motion he rid himself of his briefs altogether, now sitting naked on top of the boy, and was inching towards the other's face, determined to get what he wanted. He had a feeling Isaac would be perfectly happy to give it to him: this was a boy who was very good at what he did, and what he did was whatever Kalvin wanted him to do.

As good as Isaac may have been at giving people what they wanted, Kalvin was even better at getting what he wanted. He was driven when he wanted to be, when there was something he wanted, and at this current moment - with the beautiful blonde creature laying below him, Kalvin's large thighs straddling him on either side of his waist - there was plenty that the brunette wanted. He planned on getting every last bit of it. Satisfaction was his aim now - mutual satisfaction, he reminded himself, as sex was only enjoyable (or more enjoyable, rather, and greatly so) when one's partner was enjoying it just as much as you were. Some of Kalvin's most fondly-remembered sexual encounters had been ones wherein both (or all three) involved had experienced intense pleasure. And that moment when you were lying on the bed, or the couch, or the kitchen floor, or in the bathtub, breathing heavily next to your partner, drenched in sweat and covered in sticky bodily fluids as you moved closer to the other male seeking comfort and rest... that was pure bliss. Kalvin smiled to himself, knowing quite well that this was going to be one of those times, one of the ones you remember. And who better to share it with than this fine specimen who seemed so eager to please?

'God' may have forsaken him and his family, but hearing the word come from the younger male as he stroked his still-clothed erection made Kalvin grin devilishly. How ironic, that two men having sex would mention Him. Jesus was rolling in his grave. Kalvin bent down and pressed his lips firmly to Isaac's mouth in celebration of this blasphemy, for who needed religion when one could have divine sex? Kalvin would choose the latter any day. But in the battle between kisses and blowjobs, the oral sex is always preferred, and so Kalvin allowed his lips to pull away from Isaac's, watching him amusedly as he shifted to make himself more comfortable in preparation of what was ahead. He touched himself as he waited, unable to deny himself any amount of pleasure, even while he was just waiting for a moment. But now that Isaac was ready, he brought his hips forward, placing a hand gently on Isaac's messy blonde locks as he watched the boy take his erection into his hand and bring it closer to his lips. Licking his own lips with anticipation, he watched with great pleasure as the boy stuck out his tongue and gently rubbed it against the tip of his cock, in response to which Kalvin exhaled sharply. Isaac seemed to have it in his mind that the brunette would be willing to take this slowly, but that was simply false. He pushed forward, his erection moving into the boy's mouth quicker than Isaac apparently wanted, but not so quickly as to choke him. After all, he wanted the blonde to enjoy the experience, for it was more fun that way. But, knowing that he would soon be returning the favor anyway, Kalvin didn't feel particularly compelled to let Isaac take his sweet time, and so he began thrusting, the hand on the boy's head tightening into a fist and pulling the boy's hair just slightly as his hips bucked back and forth. He threw his head back, revelling in the sensation of the boy's lips moving up and down along his shaft as he thrusted into him, faster and faster. Kalvin always got what he wanted.

Kalvin was entirely oblivious to Isaac's inner turmoil. His head thrown back, his eyelids closed tightly as his hips continuously bucked into the boy's throat, the vampire had no way of sensing Isaac's displeasure and discomfort. In his defense, it was difficult to tell someone was frowning when said person had a dick in his mouth, but even so, perhaps if Kalvin had been a bit more observant, he might have noticed the displeased look Isaac had given him, which the brunette had failed to even see while in the throws of sexual passion. He would have cared: after all, while he did like being dominant and treating his sexual partner like a plaything, he liked Isaac better than most. How much he liked him, he wasn't sure, but he knew it was at least enough that, if he clearly wasn't enjoying what they were doing, he might have slowed down, changed positions, anything that might have helped the blonde beauty derive more pleasure from the experience. Or perhaps not: perhaps he would have continued on his merry way, knowing that they would only be at it for a few more minutes and Isaac was perfectly capable of sucking it up for the time being. But what separated his feelings for Isaac from his feelings towards the common prostitutes with whom he usually played was that, at the very least, he would have considered it. But he was no angel.

But he didn't see, he didn't notice, and so he continued thrusting, soft moans escaping his throat as his erection poked into the back of the boy's mouth, one of his hands - the one that wasn't already busy playing with Isaac's soft blonde hair - reaching behind him and clasping onto Isaac's hand on his lower back tightly as his thrusts gained in intensity. He was enjoying this, apparently much more than Isaac was, but this oral pleasure was not the main event, and so pretty soon he stopped suddenly these aggressive movements, allowing his cock to slide out of the poor boy's mouth, sticky glistening with saliva and precum. He leaned down and pressed his lips graciously to Isaac's mouth, kissing him deeply as though to express his gratitude for the satisfying gesture: even without knowing Isaac had been disappointed with the way things were progressing, obviously the person giving the blow job would enjoy it less than the person receiving it, and so thanks were, as a matter of fact, in order. What's more, a return of the favor was also called for, and Kalvin was happy to do so. Another lover might have whispered "you're turn" or something similarly suggestive into the boy's ear, to get him excited for what was to come, but Kalvin wasn't that sort: he didn't speak when unnecessary, and anyway, allowing the service to come as a surprise might have been better besides. And so he left Isaac's lips, slowly working his way down the boy's body, leaving soft kisses down the length of the boy's figure until at last he arrived at the brim of his underwear. Unneeded and unwanted, Kalvin quickly removed this article of clothing, the two men now entirely nude, and he grinned down at the prize below him - so much beauty in the form of a lovely young man. Wasting no time, he went down on the blonde, his lips and tongue working over the boy's shaft and balls, allowing Isaac's erection to enter into his mouth, his hands groping the other's thighs and hips. As far as he was concerned, Isaac could go to town now, could ravage him, could fuck his face like this was the last time he'd ever have the opportunity. After all, it was his turn.

Well, of course Kalvin had not chosen to continue thrusting into the boy's mouth until he'd climaxed, that would have been a perfectly good waste of a romp. No, the vampire had another hole in mind, quite another hole entirely, and he was planning on going to town with it, when that moment arrived. But until then, Kalvin had one job only, his sights set on one thing, and that was Isaac's pleasure. For he had pleasured himself at Isaac's expense - although the extent to which Isaac had apparently expended himself was still unknown to the brunette - and now it was time for the opposite to occur, for Isaac to derive pleasure from Kalvin's services. But the older man was not reluctant for this to happen. As a matter of fact, well, Kalvin liked sucking cock. He was a gay guy, after all. It was practically in his nature: he just really enjoyed the feeling of a big, warm, pulsating dick in his mouth. He reminded himself then not to get too excited, lest he lose control of himself and the session end prematurely, before he could do what he really wanted. No, everything would come in its time, in its turn, and when it was time for the real show to begin, Kalvin was going to be ready.

As it happened, that time came sooner than Kalvin could ever have anticipated. He had planned on giving oral sex for quite some time - seeing as how Isaac had done so just before - but apparently the beautiful blonde had other plans in mind. Upon hearing his name, Kalvin glanced up at the boy's charming face, still working his lips and tongue over his erection. While he wasn't much for talking needlessly, upon hearing the boy's statement - 'Fuck me already' - arguably the three best words in the English language, particularly when used in that precise order - Kalvin had never been so happy to hear the young man's voice. With one last lick, the man allowed Isaac's cock to slide out of his mouth, a fiendish grin plastered across his facial features. He crawled up to the other, pressing his lips firmly to Isaac's, his large, muscular body, coated in the thinnest layer of sweat from his previous endeavours, pressing down upon Isaac's smaller frame, allowing their bodies to become as close as possible. But no, Kalvin reminded himself, they could be closer, much closer. And so he took the boy's thin, smooth legs into his powerful arms, lifting them up over his shoulders, exposing the boy's hole for entry. Yummy - had he been allowed to take his time, he might have pleasured said hole with his tongue and teeth, really get Isaac begging for it, but as it was Isaac was growing impatient, and who was he to keep a beautiful boy waiting? He moved his shaft closer, the tip of his erection just touching the boy's hole, and he looked up at Isaac, his dark eyes gazing into Isaac's soft blue. He always sustained eye contact with his lover while he was entering him: it kept things passionate in a simple and silent way. Pressing in gently, the head of his cock soon entered the boy's hole. Kalvin had decided the saliva leftover on his shaft would be enough in terms of lubrication, but it wasn't much so he would have to move slowly. And slowly he moved, his eyes baring down on Isaac's, until at last he was all the way in. He leaned in to kiss the boy quickly, and hesitated for a moment - giving Isaac an opportunity to say something if he was in pain or needed him to go slower - before he finally pulled out and pushed back in again, thrusting slowly and gently into the boy's body, eyes rolling into the back of his head. This, yes, this was pleasure.

Locked into Isaac, Kalvin shut his eyes tightly, relieving himself of his sense of sight to revel solely in his sense of touch. He could feel the boy's warm body surrounding him, tight around his shaft despite the boy's experience, and to say it felt so good would be the understatement of the year: it felt amazing, it felt incredible, it felt right. Those worthless whores he was so used to pleasuring himself with, they didn't care, they didn't feel anything, just the money changing hands, the rest meant nothing to them. But with Isaac, Kalvin felt as though every motion, every thrust, every bit of contact was significant, as though both of them actually wanted it, needed it, needed each other. This was what sex was supposed to be like, not on some cheap bed with some cheap hooker drunk on cheap liquor. He couldn't stop visiting the brothel - that was, after all, where he made his money in that ironic and illegal way of his, as well as his primary source of nutrition - but he knew that he would prefer sex with Isaac to that with anyone else. The best part of having sex with Isaac in particular, of course, was that Isaac seemed to truly enjoy it, just as much as Kalvin did. Opening his eyes, he saw a look of divine pleasure on the blonde's face, heard the other male groan softly as he pressed into his prostate with the tip of his cock. Pulling out again, the brunette pushed back in a bit more forcefully, the friction driving both of them wild. Not using proper lubrication could make it slightly more painful, yes, but this way it felt more real. He wanted this to be the most intensely satisfying experience Isaac had ever had, he wanted Isaac to see his face whenever he thought about sex, so a little pain in this pursuit would be acceptable.

But enough of the cheesiness and the cliches: there would be time for that later, after they had both orgasmed, when they were lying in one another's arms in a tired and exhausted heap. Now it was time to give into temptation, to lose all inhibitions and let out that inner monster, that subconscious creature inside all beings, great and small, mortal and unliving, that wants only one thing: erotic, steamy, animalistic sex. Kalvin's thrusts became greater in intensity and speed, pushing himself in and out of the boy's passage with soft grunts of pleasure. He built up a steady rhythm, plowing the boy's hole, his balls slapping against the blonde's ass as he grabbed ahold of Isaac's erection, fisting it ferociously as he bent down to press his lips to Isaac's mouth, his tongue tracing steady circles around the roof of Isaac's mouth, teeth clamping down on the other's lip occasionally, not enough to hurt but enough to make their presence quite well-known. Moving away from the boy's mouth, his teeth left bite marks on his chin and earlobes, neck and collarbone, all the while his hips thrusting deep into the confines of the younger man's body. The monster in Kalvin had come out to play.

During the first few minutes that Isaac got to adjust to Kalvin inside of him, he didn't dare open his eyes once out of fear that he'd lose hold on this intense sensation. True: amazing and incredible words only two words that met with the standards of how good this really felt. Isaac could stop readjusting the position of his hips, eager already for movement and more pressure against his prostate. Sex...what really defined the word? How deep was the meaning? Probably as meaningful as you made it, and it was moments such as these that brought upon the word an all new importance. Isaac did enjoy sex, he honestly did. His work hadn't stripped the fun from it at all. It was just a relief to know that he'd finally met someone that he could enjoy sex with. Finally. He relaxed once he knew that Kalvin couldn't get any further inside of him, and opened his heavy eyes slightly to look up at the other totally reveling in the feeling; he didn't blame him at all for doing so. But with anything that involved Kalvin, it seemed, there was no limit for extremities. Which made everything a great deal easier was that Kalvin had built a rhythm, not just diving head first into it all. Although, as the other gradually sped up, Isaac had to shut his eyes again and mentally prepare himself for the worst.

His hands were looking for something to hold onto, but in this position he could think of nothing and thus decided to lift his arms up above him, spread his fingers to comb them through his own hair to grip as hard as he wanted to. Kalvin's offers of pleasurable notions were near overwhelming. How could he possibly register someone pounding into him like nothing before, a fist pumping his cock and little bites over his sensitive surface. Isaac spent most of time in this adjusting, and maybe at least he could completely lose himself in the peak of his orgasm. Squeezing his eyes closed tightly, fists in his hair as he lifted his chin for Kalvin to have complete access to his neck, Isaac occasionally let slip tiny whimpers of pleasure as his heart thudded mercilessly against his rib cage. His tongue slipped out once to swipe over his lower lip, sore and tender because of Kalvin; he didn't even have the energy to kiss any more. He was probably going to be sleeping for days after this. Kalvin really was crazy. There was no doubt about it now.

Kalvin, crazy? Oh, yes, definitely. Hell, the vampire himself would admit it, with a silent nod of his head, if asked. He was crazy; he was insane, he was absurd, he was outrageous in that calm, charismatic, almost mystifying way of his. The way he saw it, you had to be a little crazy if you were going to thrive on his lifestyle: feasting on human blood, satisfying oneself for money he had stolen from past lovers. Nothing about Kalvin's odd existance was normal. Of course, Isaac didn't know the half of it - and it was, as the brunette had so frequently reminded himself, better this way - but surely the blonde already knew he was absolutely ridiculous. What kind of a person spoke fewer than five words a day? What kind of a person offered to share his home, his food, his bed with someone he barely knew? What kind of a person had never worked a day in his life? The kind of person who, at this moment, was thrusting himself deeply into one of the most beautiful specimens upon which he had ever laid his dark, brooding eyes. The kind of person who had a heart of gold, but never wore it on his sleeve. The kind of person who just plain didn't care for conventional etiquette.

Kalvin was well aware that everything he was doing - his erection plowing into the boy's body, his hands pulling greedily at the boy's cock, his tongue trailing all over the boy's upper body - was probably causing the boy to malfunction from over-stimulation, but as far as he was concerned, that was what sex was about: a million different feelings, coming together in one of the most thrilling sensations. And to share that with another person, especially someone you actually gave a damn about, was one of the most incredible things in the world. But even all that was going on already wasn't enough for Kalvin, the man who always wanted more, who always wanted to push boundaries. Still humping enthusiastically, he considered his options: he could turn the boy over, topping him from behind and spanking his ass. He could have the boy lean over the side of the couch and fuck him bent over. He could push the other into the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and have his way with Isaac in the shower. They could make their way to the bedroom and finish in a classical way, under the sheets. No, those had all been done before (albeit not with Isaac); this special night called for an equally special position. Standing, he brought Isaac into his powerful arms, hoisting him up and sitting him down on his shaft, his arms doing most of the heavy lifting. His lips crashed against Isaac's as he picked the boy up and brought him back down again, repeatedly, once more building up a steady rhythm. He moved to lean the other against the wall to help support his weight, their bodies sticking together with sweat as Kalvin's erection continued moving deeper and deeper into the boy's body, rubbing up against his prostate. Maybe Kalvin was crazy, but a little crazy could be a whole lot of fun.

Kalvin was quite fond of this position as well; standing up, with the boy in his arms, gave the brunette the perfect angle from which to drive his erection - pulsating from the extreme pleasure washing over his body - deeper and deeper into Isaac's ass, pushing further and further, rubbing up against the boy's prostate in a way that was surely making the blonde convulse, and soon climax. His muscles were flexed and tense, biceps working overtime to keep Isaac balanced around his shaft, while his quadraceps struggled to carry both of them, an endeavour that in most instances would be perfectly easy - it wasn't as though Isaac were particularly heavly - but now was proving a bit difficult, considering they had been going at it for quite a while, and Kalvin's body was already doing so many other things at the same time. Yet as exhausted as his body may have been becoming, his thrusts only continued to gain in speed and intensity as he drew nearer and nearer to his orgasm. His muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed as he drove his erection in and out of the boy, lips pressing themselves to any bit of flesh on Isaac's body they could come in contact with, his stomach pressing into Isaac's to put more pressure on the younger male's erection. He could feel Isaac's cock pulsating just as his was, and he knew the boy, like himself, was getting close. If he timed everything right, they could climax together simultaneously: now that would be perfect. The previous time they had been together, it had been Kalvin's ejaculation deep into Isaac's body that had sent the boy over the edge, so the brunette would not be surprised if this session came to a similar conclusion.

As they continued, Kalvin noticed that Isaac was getting more and more vocal. This was fine with him, really - he saw it as a tribute to how good he was, that Isaac felt so inclined to voice his pleasure in that sweet, sultry voice of his - but he did not plan on returning the favor. Sex, for him, was best left silent: let the natural sounds of their fucking - the slapping of skin on skin, the quick and heavy breathing, the occasional low grunt or high moan - do all the talking; no need to interrupt these beautiful and erotic noises. It was when Isaac asked Kalvin to speak to him - to whisper dirty remarks into his ear to drive him wild - that the man was met with quite a predicament. It was his own personal rule that he would do whatever he could to make sure his sex partner was enjoying himself to the greatest possible extent - and the fact that his partner now was Isaac only heightened this responsibility. But it was also his own personal rule never to speak when unnecessary. So which rule took precedence? He mulled this over as their eyes locked, Kalvin's dark orbs gazing lustfully into Isaac's soft blue irises, until the vampire broke the contact and moved his lips to Isaac's ear, opening his mouth as though to say something. But all that came out was air - he had reconsidered at the last moment. No, he would not speak, it simply was not his style, and he was certain he could bring the boy over the edge without saying a word. So instead, he allowed his teeth to come down on the boy's earlobe, his tongue snaking out to tease the delicate flap of skin. His entire body was shaking by now with a combination of muscle stress and eroticism, and with one final push against the boy's prostate, he climaxed, his erection releasing his seed deep inside the boy's body as the man buried his face in Isaac's neck, groaning softly, his whole body tensing, every muscle flexed as wave after wave of the most extraordinary of sensations washed over every part of him. His thrusts slowed from there, his muscles finally relaxing, and though he wished more than anything to bring the boy back to the couch so that they might lay down, he would keep the other balanced perfectly on his softening erection until he too had climaxed, chapped lips pressing against smooth skin as though to will the boy to orgasm.

For a few minutes, Kalvin couldn't say anything even if he had wanted to. That had been one of the best orgasms in his life - not the best, but it was certainly in his Top Ten - and he had damn-well earned it: as the top, he had done most of the work anyway, but carrying the bottom on top of all that? He was good, he was really good, and he knew it, too. Isaac was lucky: let alone the fact that the blonde could still be out on the streets fucking for food stamps, he had a godlike sex partner to boot. Not that Isaac wasn't worthy of Kalvin's gorgeous figure. He certainly was, actually - a more beautiful boy Kalvin had never laid eyes upon. But standing sex was not for the faint of heart, and Kalvin had risen, quite literally, to the occasion, and the dividends had paid off spectacularly. Coming down off this high, he could simply breathe and keep Isaac balanced, nothing more. It barely even registered with him when Isaac himself orgasmed, although he now felt their bodies sticking together with the blonde's bodily fluids. None of that mattered though, in the few moments following Kalvin's climax. He shifted slightly, as though to make sure Isaac was still there, that this hadn't been some fantastic wet dream, and his lips found the other's and pressed softly - a more firm gesture Kalvin could not muster - as his eyes finally opened to the world.

He did notice the boy's less-than-ecstatic expression, yes. But the very idea that Isaac could be feeling anything but euphoria simply did not compute in the brunette's head. He thought for a moment, one eyebrow raised slightly - perhaps not even noticeably so - until he at length decided that Isaac, now that he was no longer horny, was just uncomfortable with Kalvin's erection still inside of him. Well, such a problem was easily solved, and the vampire righted this wrong immediately, his flacid shaft sliding out of the boy's bottom. Still breathing heavily, his exhaustion catching up to him as every muscle in his body begged for a bit of rest, he carried the other over to the couch and laid him down gently, obvlious to Isaac's reluctance, and laid himself down on top of the boy, pressing sweet and simple kisses to the boy's lips. A large hand found its way to one of Isaac's, and their fingers became intertwined, squeezing softly. No, Isaac could not possibly be upset over anything: what they had just shared had been too perfect.