"Vlad? What happened? Why are you crying?" Dimitrov asked, momentarily forgetting their plans for the privacy upon seeing the other's distress.
"They're so mean, Dimi." Vladimir explained. "I don't understand why every Vampire in the world is like that, why am I so different?" He asked, looking into his lovers green eyes, ones that often calmed him in moments of panic and fear, that he now searched for answers in.
"I don't have the answers, Vlad." Dimitrov explained, taking a step towards the bed and sitting down in it. Vladimir took it as an invitation to climb into Dimitrov's lap, wrapping his legs around the Bulgarian's waist, and his arms hugging his neck.
"But, you shouldn't be upset because you're different. It makes you less like them, less like the monsters they are." He assured the other, who was resting on his shoulder. Dimitrov gently trailed his fingers down his spine, trying to relax him. Vladimir was slowly, but surely, calming down, but he hadn't agreed to what Dimitrov had suggested.
"Vlad?" Dimitrov questioned, hoping to get an answer out of him.
"We can't all be monsters, right?" He whispered, sending chills down Dimitrov's back. He couldn't agree to that statement. Other than Vladimir, Dimitrov detested most vampires.
"I don't know baby, but you shouldn't think about that right now." Dimitrov cooed, making Vladimir look up. His runny nose and puffy eyes were far from attractive, but Dimitrov still kissed his lips anyways. "I don't think we should fuck, you seem tired." Dimitrov pointed out, but Vladimir just whined.
"Noooo, I need my master." He said, his tone changing pretty quickly. Of course, Vladimir would let his horniness override his own health. Dimitrov rolled his eyes.
"You're gonna complain all day tomorrow how tired you are, and you're gonna be sore too."
"I want you to make me sore." Vladimir pointed out, wiggling in his lap a bit. Dimitrov smirked slightly. How was this man's attention span this small, and sexually driven?
"Jesus, you're being a brat." Dimitrov said, standing up, holding Vladimir up with him, before turning around and pinning him on the bed. Vladimir stared up at him a moment. His beauty was returning. His red eyes were lustful and full of desire.
Dimitrov pinned down Vladimir's wrists, and they stared at each other a moment. Vladimir made it a show of licking his fangs. Dimitrov moved one hand down, and placed it over his lover's mouth.
"I should have brought a muzzle, I can't have you screaming my name." He pointed out. Vladimir shivered in anticipation.
"Get undressed, be deliberate about it, make me want you." Dimitrov said. Vladimir nodded as the Bulgarian lifted up. Vladimir slide off the bed, and stood before the other.
"Help me?" He asked.
"Didn't I say get undressed? I'm not helping you." Dimitrov said. Vladimir didn't mind though, it was his loss not to touch his body.
First his suit jacket came off. He slid it off one shoulder, purposefully keeping his eyes away from Dimitrov, who was eyeing him.
Next came the shirt. He unbuttoned two top buttons, without struggle, the Romanian having grown skilled at stripping. Vladimir played with the hem, before pulling it over his head, slowly revealing his stomach and chest, both covered in fine hairs.
As his hands moved down to undo his pants, they skidded across his chest and nipples, toying with them just enough for Dimitrov to notice. Suddenly, Vladimir's hips were being grasped.
"I thought you wouldn't help me?" Vladimir questioned, but Dimitrov shrugged.
"I forgot that only I get to touch this." He explained, moving his hands downwards, now cupping his ass. Vladimir flushed, before quickly undoing his pants button.
Dimitrov followed up by yanking down his suit pants, leaving them at his ankles as Vladimir was revealed to be wearing tight women's underwear.
"Did you pick this out yourself? Do you like feeling like a pretty whore?" Dimitrov asked, thumbing the band of the panties.
"Don't call me a whore." Vladimir whined as he looked down at himself.
"Why? Here you are, begging me to fuck you, wearing slutty lingerie, and you've been walking around with a plug in your ass all day." He explained, before pulling Vladimir down and close, their faces inches from one another.
"You're a little whore, and you want me to take care of you." He explained, before making Vladimir stand tall again. He was a deep red color, but his bulging panties made it clear he was enjoying this.
"Now, turn around and bend over, we're going to get you fucked properly." Dimitrov explained, always speaking in a casual tone that drove the Romanian mad. Vladimir turned himself around, staring at the door that he knew was locked, but half expected to burst open any minute, and everyone could see his shame.
"You don't seem to have your listening ears on." Dimitrov pointed out, suddenly standing up, before grabbing Vladimir by his hair. The smaller man gasped and pulled away, mostly because he hadn't expected it. Dimitrov let go of his hair a moment, and soothed the pull by massaging his head a moment.
"I said bend over."
"Yes, master." Vladimir said, turning so he could bend over the bed, which would be more comfortable. Dimitrov allowed this, and moved behind the other, observing the panties again.
"These tight things have been rubbing you hard all night, I can't believe you didn't cum all over yourself already." Dimitrov said, making Vladimir shiver at the thought. They had been very kind to his dick, it was partly why he picked them out.
Slowly, the thin lace was pulled off of him, his dick falling out and pressed against the bed now. He whined slightly, grinding against the fabric.
"Be patient." Dimitrov warned as he rubbed Vladimir's ass, before stretching it a bit, looking at the blue plug that was sticking out of him.
"Take it out." Vladimir begged, pressing his rear into his lovers hands, urging him to go faster.
This was followed up with a light smack, making Vladimir hiss and gasp.
"Be patient." He said again, circling his finger around the flat side of the plug that was sticking out. Vladimir moaned and gripped the bed, trying not to whine in frustration.
After a few minutes of teasing, Dimitrov finally, slowly, pulled the plug out. It was still sticky with lube, and slid out easily. Vladimir sighed in relief, but was shocked when the toy was suddenly shoved back in. He gasped loudly, and arched his back.
"Dimi!" He yelled, a mix of anger and desire.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Dimitrov said with a slight laughed, before it was finally taken out, and set down on the floor.
"Nh, meanie." Vladimir muttered, now feeling empty and cold, with his ass out in the air. He started to stand back up, but was pushed back down by Dimitrov's body over top him.
"Don't move." Dimitrov told him, slowly licking the other's neck. Vladimir shivered, but stood still, hands slowly working their way down from his chest, to his cock.
Dimitrov stroked the member once, before grabbing it. Vladimir moaned and panted, anticipation winding him up like a toy.
"Master…" Vladimir panted, closing his eyes and biting his lip as he was pumped, his cock throbbing in Dimitrov's hand.
"That's it baby, nice and slow." Dimitrov purred, making Vladimir rock into his hand, near thrusting out of need.
"No, we're doing this slow." Dimitrov said, stopping his hand. Vladimir whimpered. His body couldn't take slow.
"You brought me here, this is your own doing." Dimitrov reminded him, before kissing his neck. He rose up, leaving Vladimir with a needy cock and a cold body.
"Flip over. On your back." Dimitrov commanded, and Vladimir did exactly that. Dimitrov pulled the panties completely off of Vladimir, before dangling them.
"They're wet, did you really get off in your pants?" He asked, making Vladimir squirm, his thighs rubbing together to try and hide how slick his dick was. He'd been eager all night.
"You're hopeless." Dimitrov said, dropping the underwear, before spreading apart Vladimir's legs, leaving his heat open. The vampire looked away.
"Oh no, you look at me, baby." Dimitrov demanded. "Look at this." Dimitrov took Vladimir's cock and pumped it, earning him a moan.
"You're so dirty, I'm basically here as a courtesy huh? You don't need me."
"No!" Vladimir gasped. "I need you master, I need you so much." He said, reaching out for Dimitrov. He cupped his face. The human leaned into the touch a moment, finding it cute how Vladimir sounded so genuine. They could have intimacy like this. If Vladimir wasn't such a masochist.
"You want me inside you?" Dimitrov asked, bending closer. Vladimir nodded.
"You haven't made me want you." The Bulgarian said, and Vladimir groaned when Dimitrov's hand was taken away from his member. Vladimir tried to replace it with his own, but Dimitrov stopped him.
"No, you don't get to touch yourself until master says so." Dimitrov said. Vladimir whined and jerked away, crossing his arms and pouting.
"I knew you were tired." Dimitrov teased, slowly draping over his lover. With one finger he traced around Vladimir's wet hole, barely giving it the attention the vampire was begging for. "You're truly not working hard enough to really want anything. I should just plug you back up and send your ass back out there." Vladimir shook his head hard.
"Master, no! I've been wanting this all night!" He explained, trying to press down on the other's finger, trying to feel anything except that teasing tip. But Dimitrov refused.
"What have you been wanting?" He asked, caressing Vladimir's side with his free hand.