Dead Or Alive

Richie stiffened on the bed, fingers clutching in Jon’s shirt.

“Just relax, Rich.” Jon muttered. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He swallowed, the coppery tang of Richie’s blood coating his throat. He moaned, tongue darting out to lick along the wound, the marks closing under his lips. His fangs shrunk back down again and he pulled back to look at Richie. “I had to open the wound to heal it,” he explained. “I would never drink from you, Richie. Not unless you wanted me to, and then I probably wouldn’t…” His lips met Richie’s, teeth worrying his lower lip, the taste of blood shared between them. Jon pulled back with a grin. “Besides, I can think of places much more fun to suck on than your neck…”

Richie’s breathless laughter turned to a choked-off moan as Jon kissed and licked his way down his chest. He stopped, tongue teasing Richie’sly bly button, hands resting on the waistband of his jeans.

“Jon, please…”

Still grinning, Jon didn’t bother unfastening Richie’s jeans, choosing instead to rip them off. Richie groaned, eyes sliding closed at the feel of Jon’s warm breath on his erection. Jon’s tongue darted out to swirl around the head of Richie’s cock, tasting the pre-come pooling there.

Richie reached out, cupping Jon’s denim clad erection. Jon sighed and batted Richie’s hand away “Richie, I can’t… I can get it up but I can’t… ”

“Oh... I… I’m sorry.”

“Not a problem, baby,” he reassured Richie before taking his cock all the way in his mouth, throat muscles milking him. His tongue and teeth teased Richie’s cock, the guitarist shuddering on the bed as he orgasmed, coming down Jon’s throat.

Richie reached down and pulled Jon up for a kiss, tasting himself on his lover’s lips. Richie’s skin was flushed and he was breathing hard but he managed to gasp out “I… You… Wow.”

Jon laughed and kissed him again. “Well, you know what they say,” he said, laying his head on Richie’s shou, fi, fingers trailing over his chest. “You ain’t lived til you’ve gotten head from a vampire.”