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[They're worried! They can't help but be worried! But they turn their head, biting into Red Wine's shoulder at the pinch. Not very hard, and they press an apologetic kiss to his skin afterwards, but...

They're thinking of him biting them, now. They've been bitten plenty of times before, and there was always that twisting, swooping sensation in their gut when it happened, and... And they can't help but wonder what it would be like with someone like Red Wine, who was handsome and considerate and, more importantly, wanted to fuck them.

Fuck.

They peel back from him, cupping his cheek for a moment and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before sprawling back, spreading their legs. They feel exposed, resting their hands on their thighs and ruffling the fur there, but they're too preoccupied with the thought of fangs in their neck.]

I want you to bite me.

[God, they sound so whiny...]

I--

[This again? Red Wine winces visibly, because it isn't as if he hasn't been thinking about it. Bailey's pulse has been like a steady drumbeat this entire time and he had just about managed to tune it out, only for it to come rising back the moment the faun draws his attention to it.

He'd said no, he didn't want to, but he can't deny the very real instinct buzzing insistently in the back of his mind. It's been like a creature skulking there, and now Bailey is giving it all the attention it wants.

Red Wine moves forwards, running his fingers up Bailey's thighs and catching hold of their hands. He presses a trail of soft kisses up their stomach and the centre of their chest, then looks up. He's so close to that drumbeat that it aches.]

... You're sure.

[He knows he can make it feel good. The vampire brings Bailey's hands up to the side of their head, presses them lightly into the pillow and lets go. One fingertip runs along the curve of muscle between their neck and shoulder.

It's deafening, and he hates it, and he hates that he needs it so badly.

But he doesn't hate Bailey for offering.

Red Wine shuts his eyes and bites, piercing through skin with needle-sharp teeth.]

[They're about to complain, or apologize, not sure which will come out first, but then Red Wine is moving and their mouth closes with a click of teeth. They watch him, craning their neck and squeezing his hands and hoping it's reassuring.]

Of course I'm sure.

[Their voice is soft and breathy, barely a whisper, as if speaking any louder would spook Red Wine away from what they want. They squirm at the kisses, each press of his mouth just making them want even more.

They keep their hands where he leaves them, but they want to reach out and touch. They want to tangle a hand in his hair and hold him close, they want to explore every inch of them. Their fingers twitch, before curling against their palms. They close their eyes, head falling back. They're about to beg, a 'please' on their lips before teeth pierce through their skin.

The noise that gets torn for them surprises even theirself, and they arch into the pain-pleasure of it. It's more intense than they were expecting, and their heart rate spikes and Red Wine can probably tell, he's probably been hearing their heart beat this whole time, he'll know the rush that comes over them at the feeling of having their blood drained.]

Red Wine-

[They give into their urge to tangle their hands into his hair, stroking and tugging the dark strands. They roll their hips against him, though the movement is jerky and uncoordinated.]

[He makes a soft sound into the bite, something that is all pleasure and hummed honey-warm in the back of his throat. Red Wine hates this side of him, these drives and impulses, but it does feel so good to just give in and as hot blood runs down his throat he can feel the subtle flush of it warming him through.

Bailey bucks against him and he grasps their hip in one firm hand, his own rocking down in mirror. His length presses up against them without entering, though that alone sends a spark of excitement up his spine.

He pulls away from the bite before it's too much, and draws his tongue slowly over the puncture wounds as they ooze a few more drops. His mouth tastes like copper, his head swimming in it, and he lands a reproachful nip at the top of the faun's jaw.]

You're stubborn...

[A laugh bubbles out of them, and they smooth their hands through his hair.]

You have no idea.

[They pull and nudge until they can kiss him, not at all bothered by the taste of blood that lingers. They trail their hands over his shoulders, down and up his chest - he feels warmer now, less of a chill to his skin, and they hum into the kiss.

It is hard to focus on that, though, with the way he's pressed against them, and they pull back to nuzzle his cheek.]

How long's it gonna take before you fuck me?

[He can't be too angry about it. There's a bone deep chill and an ache in his joints that he'd grown entirely used to that swiftly eases, and he knows despite his many reservations that what he just did is good for him.

It doesn't mean he likes it.]

Ah-hah. [Stubborn and impatient, but a virgin, and Red Wine doesn't want it to hurt too badly.] Not yet...

[But he does move his hand down, sliding it between them and between the faun's thighs. He touches again, noticeably warmer this time, and he watches Bailey's face as he tracks his middle finger slowly down between the warm folds and--

inside. Just to test, at first, how ready they might be.]

I'm going to make sure it's good for you.

[They roll their eyes, huffing. They’re sure they could handle it, it’s not like his cock is ridiculously huge or anything! Not that they have a frame of reference for that. But still.]

Fine.

[The first finger is - it doesn’t hurt, at least? But it feels strange. They make a soft noise, sounding almost confused, but they can’t hide how wet they are already.]

I’m expecting a lot.

[But how breathy their voice is, there’s probably not much impact.]

Mm, I don't intend to disappoint.

[If this was different, and if Bailey wasn't so inexperienced with all of this, he would have done exactly what they wanted. Red Wine is something of a gentleman, however, and has no intentions if just taking his own pleasure here.

He mutters a 'just relax' as he drops his attention down their body again, pressing a firm kiss to the bite he left before heading lower. His finger slips in and out easily with how eager Bailey is already, but there's still more that he can do here.

And it's when he has his head positioned between the faun's thighs that he adds a second finger, pushing gently against any resistance he finds. He ducks his head to run his tongue over the clitoris then closes his mouth around it as the two fingers pushed up inside carefully ease apart.]

[Relaxing is hard, with the way he's touching them, but they mutter that they're trying. They smooth their hands over the sheets, rumpling them, trying to focus on the feeling of the fabric instead of the hand between their legs and the finger inside of them. A distraction, something to keep them grounded.

The second finger isn't as easy, and they hiss a bit at the stretch. Okay, so this was actually a good idea instead of skipping preparation entirely. They can admit that, now, at least to theirself. Still, the discomfort doesn't linger, so they don't protest. They know if it's too much, too painful, he'll stop, but... It's nothing terrible so far.

They're not prepared for his mouth on their clit, and they squeak. Their hips buck, and they're not sure if they want to press into it or pull away - they're sure by now they're blushing all over and they can't believe he's doing this.]

H-hoooooly shit, okay, uh-

[Their thighs tremble, because Bailey is trying very hard not to close them and crush Red Wine. That would - that would probably just outright kill them.]

[The two fingers move shallowly, only pressing in deeper by millimetres at a time and only when the resistance against them eases. He said he wanted it to be good for them and he intends to keep that promise, his blood red eyes flicking up to Bailey's face when their hips buck. He curls his free hand around one thigh, holding it in place.

He explores with his tongue (since he's there, and the faun does not seem to be complaining), in firm sweeps and then lightly with the tip while his fingers continue to slowly open them up, easing in deeper.

Now and then he goes back to that most sensitive spot, teasing at the hood or the clit itself. Bailey's shaking thighs are no deterrent, and if he happens to end up with his head viced between them... he just waits until he's free and goes back to what he was doing.]

[They tug on the sheets, trying to focus on their breathing to try to regain some of their composure. It’s hard, though, with the movement of his hand and his tongue. Every time they think they’ve managed to find a bit of calm he moves back to their clit and destroys whatever composure they’ve got.

They can’t complain, though, not with the way pleasure is coiling in their gut and with how it feels miles better than any time they’ve toyed with theirself. It’s amazing, really, how Red Wine can just... Make them feel things in a way they never thought they would. Maybe that’s too sentimental for a tongue on their clit and fingers inside of them, but. Whatever. They’re a little overwhelmed right now, thoughts getting less and coherent.

They’re getting louder, whines and whimpers turning to moans and the sounds of their own pleasure are - embarrassing. They don’t even have the chance to consider muffling theirself before they’re tensing up as their orgasm takes them by surprise.]

[The noises spur him on and it's only through sheer force of will that he doesn't touch himself. His cock beads precum against the sheets and he twitches every time it brushes the fabric, but he keeps his attention fully on bringing Bailey over the edge.

When their body tenses under him at the climax of several noisy moans he draws them through their orgasm with slow thrusts of his fingers and a heated press of his tongue directly over their clit. Then, he pulls his hand back and lifts his head, a slight smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth.]

Have you had enough? [He asks, his voice low and honeyed. He kisses their stomach, sternum, moves up enough to kiss their neck and rock his hips against theirs.] I can stop.

[They collapse, hips still twitching occasionally as they come down. Their breathing slowly evens out, and they look at Red Wine’s smirking face down the length of their body.

Have they had enough? They quirk their brow, smirking back.]

No.

[They want more - but more than that, they want Red Wine to feel good, too. Their stomach jumps at the kisses, and they tilt their head so Red Wine has better access to their neck. They bite their lip, letting a breath through their nose.]

Don’t. Please don’t.

[Could he properly explain how this makes him feel good too? There's something to be said for being desired.]

... as you wìsh. [Red Wine murmurs. He cups his hand around the back of Bailey's neck kisses them warmly, parting his lips against theirs. He brushes fingertips down the faun's thigh and grasps their hip for a moment, shifting their position against him.

He trusts Bailey will tell him if it hurts. Red Wine guides himself into place and pushes inside, holding the faun's hip again to keep them steady. The first movements are shallow ones, but each one grows deeper and Red Wine lets out a soft sound against Bailey's mouth, a subtle quake of his pale shoulders betraying him.]

[They lean into the kiss, lips parting. Their hands move to his shaking shoulders, squeezing gently. They want something to ground theirself, and it seems like Red Wine needs it as well.

Of course, there’s not much that can distract them from the press of him, and they have to pull back to take a steadying breath. They’ve relaxed enough it doesn’t hurt, but their body is sensitive and it’s so much more than two fingers. They feel a little bit like they should have expected as much, but, well. This entire night has just been things they haven’t been expecting. Seems they aren’t going to be predicting the future any time soon.

They have no idea what to do with theirself - their hands clutch at Red Wine, nails digging into their shoulders, but their legs squirm restlessly. Dimly, they hope their hooves don’t destroy the sheets. That’d be embarrassing. They’ve already done so many embarrassing things, though, so they push those thoughts aside to focus on his thrusts. Focus on the moment, Bailey.]

You okay?

[They’re close enough that their lips brush his as they speak, and they look at him through their lashes.]

Edited 2020-09-11 20:30 (UTC)

[It's been... a little time since he did this. Caren had been different in frame - smaller - but more demanding than Bailey had the confidence to be. He'd taken his time and it's almost a relief to get here, and he looks up to meet the faun's eyes when they ask that question.]

Yeah. [He says softly, giving Bailey's hip a little squeeze. Their lips are captured in another warm kiss as he moves the last inch all at once, sliding his hand down their thigh to hitch it up against his side.

Red Wine gives them a few moments to get used to things, for any lingering discomfort to start to fade before he moves again. He doesn't get short of breath because he doesn't need to breathe, but that doesn't mean he remains unaffected. Having fed allows him to warm and blush, and he nips lightly now and then at Bailey's neck as if he might dare bite them again.]

You're gorgeous. [He mutters by their ear in one of those moments, before he brushes a kiss against the curve of one horn.]

Okay.

[Okay? God, Bailey, get it together. They laugh at theirself, into the press of lips, before taking a moment to just breathe. They can't exactly say they can't believe this is happening, because there's no way they'd dream something like this up, but...

They have no idea how they actually managed to get this far.

They curl their leg around him, and they almost say that he can bite them again but - too much blood loss, probably. There's a very real possibility they could pass out, but... They'll probably be thinking about that bite for a long, long time.

They blink when he calls them gorgeous, but they can't find it in theirself to protest. They find it hard to believe, with how tall and gangly they are, all awkward limbs, face too masculine and body too feminine, but... He must see something desirous about them.]

Ah. Y-you're not bad yourself.

[It's not a compliment he hasn't heard before, but someone who's proud of their appearance never dislikes hearing good things about it. He huffs out a soft laugh against the faun's neck and nips their pulse, but having taken his fill earlier it's far easier to resist the urge to bite down despite the way the room still smells like blood.

He holds Bailey steady by their hip and that one leg curled around him, and uses the position to his advantage to stimulate their sensitised clit all over again as he thrusts in.

Red Wine's jaw tenses as the pleasure begins to coil in the pit of his stomach, his feet digging against the sheets for purchase, and it's a little strange to not be out of breath though not entirely unwelcome.

The next nip against Bailey's neck grazes the skin, bringing up a few tiny beads of blood.]

[There’s no hiding the rapid beating of their heart, or the way their breath is coming out in rapid pants. They’re anticipating another bite, which almost worries them for a moment. Another bite would be - dangerous.

But another bite doesn’t come - instead there’s just pressure against their clit and the rocking of their hips. They can feel pleasure cresting again, and they almost pull away, both because they feel too sensitive and they don’t want this to end. They’re not sure what’s going to happen once this is over - they doubt Red Wine will kick them out, but...

The nip brings their focus back to Red Wine, and their nails dig into his shoulders.]

Fuck.

[It's tempting to, with that racing pulse right there and drumming so loudly in his ears, but the fact he'd given in once already is going to haunt him enough once this is over. No time for those kinds of thoughts here, though, when the nails digging into his shoulders spark a small spike of pleasure and a slight shift in the angle of his hips.

He settles for a kiss instead of a bite. Something soft in comparison to the deep thrusts and firm grip on Bailey's hip.

It isn't too long, still concentrating on giving pleasure to his partner, that his own crests over him. His hips shudder, a sharp gasp-groan escaping him and pressing into the faun's shoulder.

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