Author: Alicia of the Temptation.
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Title: Wicked.
Rating: Mature.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, (TV Series.)
Summary: They'd both been on edge for quite some time.
Word Count: 993.
Warnings: AU. Slash. Mature language. Sexual themes, depictions, and language.
Notes: It's been a very long time since I've written anything, so I hope I'm okay with this. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this long awaited update and future ones to come. Also, please make note of the warnings. If you are uncomfortable with any of the subject matter, please leave the page or skip the chapter in the future. Thank you very much, and I hope you enjoy it.
Wicked
7
On Edge
He really, really, really liked having sex with Damon.
Jeremy moved his hips, one hand in the vampire's curling hair and the other holding onto the other man's strong shoulder. His head was back, hazy eyes staring at the beamed ceiling of Damon's bedroom.
He felt so full, almost painfully so, but the heat was welcomed. Jeremy's thighs were burning from effort, but he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. He wanted Damon's cock as much as he wanted the entirety of the vampire.
"Damn," Damon moaned, breathless as he gripped Jeremy's hips. The skin of Jeremy's hips and thighs were healing from the last time they fucked, and Damon knew his human lover found pleasure in that tiny bit of pain.
This was only his second time today fucking Jeremy; feeling the human clench around him, feeling his strong hands on his body, the boy's warm mouth. And, God, did he love it all. Loved him.
Damon moved his right hand from Jeremy's hip to the boy's ass, squeezing the skin roughly enough to coax a moan out. He can feel Jeremy pull his hair just a little, just enough to get him to moan, as well.
"Damon," Jeremy said in a breath. "Are you going to-"
"Come in you?" Damon replied, a shaky, but amused, grin on his face. "May I?"
"Please," the boy whimpered, helpless as he moved against the vampire, a little rough as he rode Damon. Jeremy didn't consider himself weak, being a hunter helped with that. But, Damon definitely made him a little more than shaky at the knees.
Damon growled, a rumble of noise from his chest. He moved all his weight forward, pushing the boy underneath him, and grabbing a hold of Jeremy's legs. Not a bit of mercy as he sped up, rocking into the boy. He watched as Jeremy moaned, tilting his head back and clawing at the sheets, at the pillows at anywhere he could reach.
They'd both been on edge for quite some time, and all Damon had to do was to move just a little faster get the brunet to come, releasing over himself and Damon.
Jeremy, below Damon, moaned quietly as Damon thrust into him. His mind was hazy, and he could barely keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by every bit of sensation.
Damon leaned more of his weight forward, slowing down just as he came. He could feel the rush of it all come to his head.
He groaned, feeling sated and complete. He didn't want to move, didn't want to leave. Wanted to stay inside Jeremy's warm body, lie in Jeremy's arms. Just not move and let the haze of all of this wrap around him.
Jeremy grunted, softly, a burn in his hips and thighs from being held up for so long. "Day."
"I know," Damon said. "Just…one more minute."
At this, Jeremy chuckled. "You and your fascination in coming in me."
"It's fucking hot," Damon replied. He glared a bit at the boy, then slid out of the boy, humming contently.
They were screwing each other since last Friday, and today was Wednesday. Damon knew Jeremy was starting to feel more than a burn in his legs. Ah, he'd repay the hunter-boy with his own body soon enough.
"Come here, you dick," Jeremy said, hands moving enough to make grabby hands at the vampire.
"Yeah, yeah. I got you."
Damon leaned over the boy, half of his body on the warm one underneath him, the other half on the bed below them. He hummed as he leaned in to kiss Jeremy's flushed cheek, before moving to nuzzle at the human's neck.
"Are you scenting me, again?"
"I like that," Damon said honestly, eyes remaining on the pale skin of Jeremy's neck. "I like the idea of claiming you-"
"As if the hickeys and bruises aren't enough," Jeremy scoffed. "Tyler and Matt are getting on my nerves with that. They say the sex is too rough."
"And what do you say?"
"It's just right." Jeremy relaxed into the bed. "What else is it, though? Because you always want to. I'm curious. I want to know what the big deal is."
Damon rolled his eyes and looked up to stare at the boy. Their eyes locked.
"I just like it," Damon said softly, but with heat. "Smelling my scent on you. Reminding you of how much I want you, and how I'll always be with you."
"In more ways than one," Jeremy quipped.
"Shut up," Damon said with a smile. "Don't you like it?"
"I love it," Jeremy replied, his eyes full of honesty. "It helps keep me very warm, all of this. And in a town full of undead people with cold bodies, it's good to be warm."
The brunet kissed Damon's forehead, which made the vampire's brows furrow in annoyance.
"We've got sleep to catch up on," Jeremy said. "We know well how much Elena and Caroline will give us hell for staying away from our little group. Might as well get some energy stored up."
"Agreed." Damon wrapped his arms around Jeremy's waist, the boy turning in his embrace to face the vampire. The two of them always made sure they were facing one another as they slept.
Jeremy sighed, content, complete. "Good night, Day."
"Good night, Jer," Damon replied. But, he was not tired, and just watched with a happy gaze as his beloved fell asleep.
