Yeah, so I needed a kiss this morning, this really did start out as a 100 word drabble...but like everything else, grew bigger! so, onto the kiss...and a touch of smut...just a touch
Kisses
by
Kyrieane
I know what he’s thinking about, sitting there all curled up like a lion lazing in the hot savanna sun. He’s thinking about kissing me. His eyes get all heavy and flash like old tarnished gold. He parts his lips, and sticks that little kitten tongue out, swishing it side to side. Then he starts to breath, shallow raspy whooshing sounds. I can feel his lips ghosting over mine, the tiny jolts that skitter across my skin, wherever he touches. My mouth gets wet, anticipating. And I can feel his spit-slicked tongue dancing with mine. So I close my book, cause when he snaps out of that happy place, he’s gonna want to go home. Untuck my shirt, cover my cock so Buffy doesn’t make the ‘ewww’ sound, and move to stand by the door. Three…two…one…he jerks, eyes wildly roving the room. Looking for me. And isn’t that a great feeling?
“Right then. We all done here? Good, good. See you all around tomorrow.” He grabs my hand, and drags me out of Giles’. Barely waiting until we get outside to pin me against the wall. And yeah, there’s the lips, just barely touching mine, and he sneaks his tongue out, lapping until I open my mouth. And our tongues dance, and it’s the sweetest fuck music I have ever heard. His fingers jump and twist, turning my skin into blue sparks. Then we’re running, helter skelter and pell mell and assholes over elbows. Thank God he doesn’t have to breathe; he fucks me with his words as we fly home.
“Gonna suck your cock, just pull your zipper down and suck you off right inside the door, gonna tug on your balls so you can’t cum, yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. Take my finger and stick it in your greedy little hole, and twist and crook and scratch, till you can’t remember my name, much less your own. Till you’re shaking so hard and that lovely cock is purple and screaming. Gonna lay you on the floor, right there in the living room, and slide my sweet arse down right over you, split me wide, just my spit slicking you up. Gonna ride you hard and fast pet. Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. Let you fill me up with that hot cock and hot cum. Gonna cum all over you, rub it into your skin till you smell like me. Mark you. Mine.”
Then we’re home, and inside the door. Jeans unzipped and blond head bobbing. Tugging at my balls with the pleasurepain twist he has perfected, my mouth can only form one word.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” chanting and thrusting and not gonna cum. He slides his finger in his mouth, right next to my cock, teeth and nails and tongue and hotsweetwet fuck fuckfuckfuck…his finger circles my hole, then dives in, and there’s the button, and when did I learn all those pretty colors? Like the fourth of July behind my eyes. The floor reaches up to cradle me, somewhere along the way; our clothes skipped town, and its just skin. Then he slides down my cock and tosses his head back to howl. His fingers curl around my hips and he twists, I swear to God he takes his bones out when we do this. No way anything with a skeleton can move like that. And its primal and feral and ancient twists and slides and bumps and…
“Oh pet, yeah…like that…feel you so deep in me…all cool and slick and I can feel you when I swallow. Wrap your sweet hands round my cock…fuck…harder Xan…make me cum…” and he’s howling again, I fill him up and he covers me. Soaking my skin with cool white fluid, mine leaks out of him, dripping down to coat my balls, and then he’s tracing patterns on my chest. Little finger swirls, painting his mark on me. Then he remembers he has no bones, took them out and hung them up on the coat rack. And I have my arms full of happy vampire, who is back to being a great, lazing cat, rubbing and purring and lapping at my neck.
The End
