Author's Note: Hey, it's been a bit of a while! I've been on practical vacation, doing vacation things! Such as nighttime traveling and being sad I haven't seen the new mission impossible yet. Okay, so I've been making jam and preserving fruits for the winter; I just prefer it that way. I sometimes feel that I born in the wrong time, but am content to sell to the local market and enjoy them myself. The 14th is actually my birthday, and with that I will no longer be a teenager. Kind of scary, and at the same time I still look like I'm 12.
Also, I've decided to put in some legend in this story that I like in folk lore. Like the vampire bride thing, and if you don't know about it you should look it up. It's one of my all-time favorite type of scary deprived love situations.
This time when Anders opened his eyes, he felt a strong, currently present, presence with him. Mitchell was already awake and gave him an easy and hopeful smile that Anders wanted to kiss off his face. It was confusing and wonderful all at once, this is the easy for Anders as well, like nothing else in his life ever had been.
Mitchell left the bed, but not before placing a kiss to Anders pliant lips and scraping his nails through the other's hair. That was an unfair move, because Anders wanted nothing more than to be able to do that to Mitchell's curls. The vampire made to quick of an escape before he was able to do so, yet he was back in moments. Holding more of that glorious orange juice and a bottle of ibuprofen. If Anders hadn't been singing his praise before, absolutely nothing was going to stop him now.
He swallowed them both down obediently and relished the seemingly immediate effect. The drug took away some of the pains sharp edge, but he still found it difficult to move around. Mitchell hand returned to his body as well, swooping down to massage over his sore body parts. Rubbing away the discomfort, and soothing his aches. Then it became something that wasn't quite as innocent, if you could call a naked back rub innocent to begin with.
The tip of Mitchell's fingers grazed and danced across the bite marks on his neck, and it made a white hot flash of arousal go through him. Anders let out of opened mouthed gasp and turned so that his eyes connected with Mitchell's. A shiver ran its way down his spine, and a needy feeling washed over him once again. He was much too sore right now to do it again and he was starting to want to return home; that didn't stop him from wanting to do it one more time. Or twice, if his dick would allow it.
Maybe Mitchell would come home with him and they could do it whenever he didn't have to work; he made enough money to keep them living comfortably for a very long time. That was just a crazy passing thought though, and he ignored it leaning farther into Mitchell touch. The hand the wandered down toward Anders slightly used and swollen hole, pressed a finger in without hesitation and Anders jolted.
With all pain and pleasure he was getting for it, how many rounds had they even gone at this point? It didn't matter though because all he wanted was more. And more he got as Mitchell moved quickly to join the two of them once more. Preparation wasn't even really needed at that moment anyways, with all the activities they had been doing until exhaustion. And so Mitchell's hot and hard dick slipped into him once more, pulling a groan from his mouth and several rocking aftershocks from his hips. It burned and aches and felt so damn glorious all at once, Anders loved it.
He pushed back against that thick length and relished the movement. He was gracefully turned over so that he was on his hands and knees, before penetrated once more. The new position provided a brand new angle that Anders thought he could be addicted to in just seconds. He felt speared and used and loose and tight; like he was exhausted yet he never wanted to stop. Like he wanted the vampire currently pounding into him bite down onto his shoulder again and draw blood.
He squirmed as a brutal thrust from Mitchell knocked him off his hands and planted his face into the pillow in front of him. His mouth was opened simply because he couldn't find the strength to force it shut in-between his moans. Anders couldn't even be sure that he wasn't drooling a bit as he attempted to lift his face off the pillow to draw a breath or two in. It wasn't an easy feat with a supernatural being behind him, plowing into him at what had to be an impossible rate.
Anders wiggled on the cock that pierced him and his own cock ended up rubbing against the bed sheets. Fuck, what kind of man has satin bed sheets anyways? Once he had done so once, it felt much too good to not aim for Mitchell to forcefully push him against them. They felt soft and cool against his swollen prick, and he was leaving drips across them as well that the back of his mind informed him would ruin the sheets. Mitchell didn't seem to care though, as he seemed to aim the others hips to grind into the mattress.
Mitchell's hips slapped into his ass, and Anders hissed when Mitchell grinned at him a sharp toothy grin and slapped the back of his thighs with his hand as well. Is that what it has felt like when he had spanked a girl that he had been with, because he should have done so way more often if it was? The spanking attack continued on for a few more swats, and though it hurt and reminded Anders of just how tired he was; he loved the feeling. Perhaps if this thing between them continued he could be a bad boy for Mitchell and need a punishment or two. Holy fuck, he had never had a thought like that in his life; being on the receiving end of a punishment.
He keened when Mitchell tugged harshly on his short hair to turn his head so their lips could meet. Anders just let the larger man dominate him, loving it the entire time. There was a tongue in his mouth and his body twisted as far as it could to get at the other's mouth properly. Their lips broke apart and a line of spit still connected him; that shouldn't even have been hot but Anders couldn't help but think it was.
His hips met the short material below him once more and he came with a high pitch squawk of the others name. Mitchell growled in way that Anders swore he almost recognized, before teeth were scraping against his neck and shoulders. Mitchell was still pumping his hips and Anders was in so much pleasure that he couldn't see straight. Everything was burning with the friction that screamed I'm done and I'm need to stop because I'm definitely sore and at the same time, he tried to move his hips back as well. Wanting Mitchell to drive his way in until the end.
Mitchell brought an arm to hold up Anders ass off the bed when he slumped forwards, and Anders whined at the way he was lifted without any effort by the other. Fuck, maybe if he could get his feet back under him they could give a try at shower sex next. Mitchell arm was constantly brushing across Anders quickly limping dick as he pounded, and the friction was just about unbearable. Anders didn't ever think that he was loud in bed before this moment, but the relentless on-slot was driving him crazy.
Then Mitchell was nipping at his ear and talking like he wasn't out of breath or tired at all. "You should come again, I know you can. Lose yourself to me, again, and again, and again. Fuck darling, you feel so damn good. Look so good stretched out on my cock. You were made for me, so they we could meet like this. Be my bride, like the fucking legends all said. My wife, mine. Open your ass up to me darling, and lose yourself once more. You can do it, come all over your pretty self once more." That didn't sound like any kind of dirty talking that Anders had ever heard before, but it all sounded great when he couldn't even process anything.
The important thing was the deep tone of Mitchell's voice and the way that he was called darling. Anders let out a desperate sob, it was getting to be much too much. He wasn't even hard again and he felt like he was going to come; it didn't help that Mitchell was positively relentless. How was he supposed to walk after this? At this point Mitchell had him held up so well that Anders was really just being balanced on his arm with his face mashed into the bed. Then Mitchell dropped him, rolled him over and tucked Anders knees up to his chest, before trusting back inside once more. Anders hadn't really thought it would be possible for his legs to be hooked over the other man's shoulders, but he could guess that the fact that he was currently made of jello really helped.
Or maybe it was all Mitchell's grinning enthusiasm, and now being able to see that smiling face. Anders ended up arching up into the other as Mitchell leaned down to nibble around his nipples. He finally bit down in the area next to his left nipple and sucked out a small amount of blood. Anders felt himself practically go into hyper drive at that moment, and he wondered what Mitchell's neighbors thought about the way he had just screamed.
A hand tugged at his limp member, and Anders knew he couldn't even get it up again for more than about half hard. That didn't seem to even both Mitchell though, as he stroked Anders and licked at the bruises and bite marks on his chest. It didn't seem to bother Anders dick either, as Anders arched off the bed once more crying out, with black spots in his vision coming to completion like his partner wanted. The stroking stopped, but Mitchell relentless movement did not.
Until the moment it was over and Mitchell was panting over him and pouring into his insides. Mitchell scraped his nails through Anders hair like he had at the beginning of the whole morning sex episode. And Anders fell asleep like that, hand in his hair, and bite marks over his heart.