The tramp is a vamp

Ok, it will take a bit longer than anticipated to write the promised gym smut, but since I cannot let you people wait for too long without giving you some treats, here is a little smut for you to kill the time.

The warm breeze of the Virginia summer night flowed through Tyler's room. He was laying on his bed, only clad in tank top and pajama bottoms, his hand on his crouch, massaging it absentmindedly, rather out of habit than actual arousal. Staring to the ceiling was the only thing he could do right now and even then it was still far too hot.
He got up and was about to take his top off when he noticed someone was in the room. He turned around and saw Jeremy standing in the shadows of the room near the window.
"Where did you come from?" He looked around bewildered seeing that the door to his room was closed.
"The window," was the only reply.
Tyler didn't like anybody being in his room, in fact he hated it. He felt the old rage stir inside him and charged for Jeremy. Before he had time to register he was grabbed by the throat and slammed against the wall with unbelievable speed and strength. Jeremy's roared at him like a cougar, fangs bared with red eyes and popping veins below them.
Tyler would have never admitted it but he was scared like hell at the moment.
Jeremy closed his mouth and started sniffing Tyler up and down, never releasing his grip. To his own astonishment Tyler didn't feel crept out by this, instead it soothed him, made him calm.
Then Jeremy nuzzled along Tyler's chest and up to his neck. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you so much." Jeremy – fangs disappeared and eyes brown and normal again - laid a hand on Tyler's chest, right above his heart.
Tyler's heart beat quickened, blood running to his prick. He had never felt so turned on and he so wanted to be taken.
The hard thump of Tyler's heart pulsed against Jeremy's palm. Jeremy's canines elongated again and his hand clenched against the thin fabric of Tyler's top. It was now or never for Tyler. "Take me."
Groaning, Jeremy leaned forward and slanted his mouth over Tyler's. His tongue demanded entrance while he ran his hands over Tyler's chest and down his arms.
"Mmm…" It was like drowning for Tyler, scary but at the same time there was no use struggling. His own feelings made it hopeless to resist. Arching into the touch felt like the most natural thing in the world to do.
Catching Tyler's hands, Jeremy placed them by his sides against the wall. He pulled away from Tyler's lips, his breath coming faster. "Keep them there."
A jolt of desire shot through Tyler. Closing his eyes, he waited…anticipating. A tent was building itself inside his bottoms in record time. His hard cock strained against his boxers and bottoms.
Kissing his way down Tyler's neck, Jeremy palmed Tyler's erection, making it grow even harder. Tyler moaned and opened his eyes, surprised at how great it felt to give in.
The heat of Jeremy's lips raised goose bumps on his arms. A shiver raced down his spine, nearly buckling his knees. Not only could he do this, he was damn close to begging for it. And he guessed that he would beg if it got him what he wanted so much.
"You like that?" Jeremy mumbled against his throat.
Nodding, Tyler pressed his neck closer. He didn't know why but he wanted Jeremy to bite him. He had no idea where the strange urge came from but it shocked him. Pain had never been his thing, but his senses argued with him that it would be more pleasurable than painful. But much to Tyler's regret, with one last kiss, Jeremy drew back.
"You're mine know." Jeremy squeezed Tyler's cock through his bottoms.
"I'm all yours." It was the one thing Tyler had a hundred percent confidence in.
"Mmm…" Jeremy pulled down Tyler's bottoms. When he got the denim past Tyler's thighs, he dropped to his knees and buried his face against Tyler's dark blue boxers. Opening his mouth, Jeremy sucked the shaft of Tyler's cock through the cotton.
Tyler's hip bucked and he moaned. He barely wrapped his brain around what was happening before Jeremy ripped the boxer's to shreds, baring his balls and prick.
After licking up to the tip of Tyler's cock, Jeremy closed his mouth over the head. Tyler couldn't remember anything having felt so good, ever. Tyler's hands didn't dare to move. Jeremy had told him not to. And why did the idea of Jeremy commanding him not to move his hands make Tyler's cock flex and leak precome?
Slipping down further, Jeremy caressed Tyler's shaft with his tongue and sucked softly.
Tyler gasped and clenched his ass cheeks together. "Jeremy…"
"Be still, pup," Jeremy growled, "and don't come." Jeremy held Tyler's hips against the wall in an almost bruising grip. His gaze darted back up to Tyler then he took Tyler's cock between his lips again.
"Yes." Tyler panted.
Jeremy bit into Tyler's cock and Tyler cried out. "Yes what?" Jeremy's voice was menacingly.
"Yes sir." Tyler didn't need to be told.
"Good, never forget that."
Tyler whimpered as Jeremy slid his tongue along the lines where he had bitten Tyler. But soon the pain was gone, replaced by pure pleasure as Jeremy literally licked the pain away. Jeremy groaned as he took Tyler in fully.
Staying motionless, Tyler fought the urge to squirm. Only his thighs tensed occasionally. He wanted to please Jeremy as much as Jeremy was pleasing him. Tyler's stomach muscles contracted and he whimpered, making mewling sounds in his throat. The urge to thrust overwhelmed him. It was like trying not to breathe.
Jeremy stopped pressing Tyler's hips against the smooth wall and one hand disappeared entirely. When Tyler felt the finger slide into Jeremy's mouth alongside his cock, he knew what was coming and was a little intimidated. His lust, accompanied with his curiosity and his heightened arousal, outweighed the hesitancy though.
Slipping a finger behind Tyler's balls, Jeremy pressed against his hole. He sucked harder as he pushed inside.
Even with the resolve to let it happen, Tyler tensed up.
Jeremy kept swallowing Tyler's cock and kept his finger stationary, barely inside. It didn't take long for Tyler to get used to the feeling. In no time he was pushing himself back on that finger. At first, the finger fucking his ass pulled him back from the brink of orgasm that Jeremy's talented mouth was edging him closer to, but eventually it added to the sensation. Once Tyler got used to it and started to enjoy himself, Jeremy added a finger, throwing him off balance. He was nearly out of his head with pleasure by the time Jeremy had three fingers inside him. Then Jeremy touched a spot Tyler didn't know existed. It was like nothing Tyler had ever felt. The closest he could come to describing it was like a jolt of lightning—it was shocking and tingly and—fucking hell, he was going to come. "No, stop, please. I want you to fuck me." Voicing his need felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
Jeremy withdrew his fingers and mouth. Standing, he kissed Tyler hard on the mouth.
"Please what?" Jeremy didn't sound menacingly at all this time, quite the contrary it sounded seductive.
"Please sir. Please fuck me." Tyler replied eagerly.
Jeremy grinned "Come on." He went to Tyler's bed and crooked his finger.
Grabbing his bottoms, Tyler hitched them up enough to walk and followed. In his haste to catch Jeremy, he barely registered that his cock was still out of his bottoms, the breeze caressing his saliva-soaked prick had his undivided attention. His cock was so damn hard he was beginning to ache.
When he reached the bed, Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his shoes. Neither of them said a word, but the tension and arousal was so heavy it was nearly suffocating.
Standing up, Jeremy shucked his pants and ripped his shirt over his head. When he looked down Tyler saw the gleaming drop of precome on the tip of Jeremy's cock and got the sudden overwhelming urge to lick it off. His mouth watered, fantasizing how good Jeremy would taste. Jeremy caught the back of Tyler's neck with one hand and his own cock with the other. He covered Tyler's mouth and stroked his own prick.
Tyler whimpered into his mouth, mashing Jeremy's fangs against his lips, and covered Jeremy's hand with his own. "Please, fuck me…"
Growling, Jeremy let go and stood. He got Tyler's bottoms the rest of the way off. When he came to Tyler's top he had a wicked gleam in his eyes. He ripped the top off and pulled Tyler to him, enclosing a nipple with his mouth. He sucked hungrily, fast and scrapped the soft flesh with the tip of one fangs, making Tyler groan. Then he got up again to Tyler's face and for several seconds stared into Tyler's eyes. "Are you sure?"
Tyler nodded eagerly, biting back a moan. He was positive. He had to know what it felt like to have sex with a boy, no not "a" boy, this boy; he needed to know how it was to have sex with Jeremy.
Tyler dug into the nightstand beside the bed and took out a bottle of lube handing it to Jeremy. He coated his cock with the lube and stroked up and down. "Get in the middle of the bed. On your back."
Tyler shivered at the commanding voice and moved to do Jeremy's bidding. He was dying to feel Jeremy inside him. Jeremy's fingers had felt so good in him.
His ass actually clenched and unclenched, begging for Jeremy's cock. He wanted this so bad, he couldn't deny it any longer.
Jeremy climbed onto the bed between his legs. He fumbled with the bottle, and lube slid down the crack of Tyler's ass. It was cold, but Jeremy's finger followed the trail, circled Tyler's hole and warmed it up.
"Please." He quivered with anticipation. God, he was going to lose his mind if he didn't come soon.
Jeremy's finger retreated then the head of his cock pressed against Tyler's hole. After hesitating for a second, Jeremy slowly pressed in. Oh, that was different. Really, really different. It burned. Tyler bit his lip, his cock still hard as a fucking rock, but lost a bit of his lust for the first time in what felt like hours. "Relax, my beautiful boy." Jeremy's other hand rubbed his stomach, before gripping Tyler's cock and squeezing. That was way bigger than any goddamned finger! Tyler blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus. Making himself loosen up, he pushed out. If he could just relax it would be good.
Jeremy pulled back a little, making the pain ease, and he continued to stroke Tyler's cock, distracting him from the foreign feeling.
Oh fuck yeah, that's it. Still damn big and not quite comfortable, but it didn't hurt much now. Tyler felt his lust reaching the peak again. Yeah, that was—
Jeremy thrust all the way in until his balls rested against Tyler's ass. When he drew back the next time, Tyler came unglued. Fuck, out felt good. His balls grew even tighter and his cock felt like it was going to burst. Then Jeremy nailed that particular sweet spot again.
"Oh my fucking God!"
Gripping his hips with both hands, Jeremy shoved into him again, his balls slapping against Tyler. Jeremy didn't stop. He kept pounding into Tyler. Sweat dripped down his temples and his chest and arm muscles flexed with each movement.
Tyler moaned, trying to push forward. The slap of skin was loud in the quiet room, it sounded so fucking hot. His whole body quivered, threatening to explode.
Dropping forward, Jeremy braced himself on one hand beside Tyler and reached for Tyler's cock with the other. He nuzzled his face against Tyler's cheek and matched the rhythm of his hips to his hand pumping Tyler's prick.
Oddly, the only thing Tyler could think of was Jeremy's face close to his neck. His skin tingled, almost itching. The hair on the back of his neck rose and he shivered. It was just like before but stronger, now he was too far gone to hold back. "Bite me, oh fuck, please bite me." He wanted Jeremy's teeth on his neck, needed it.
Jeremy's teeth clamped down on Tyler's neck where it met his shoulder. The fangs pierced his flesh and Tyler yelled. His body stiffened, his ass clenched around Jeremy's cock. The pain morphed into pleasure, racking his body.
Jeremy gasped and stiffened. Rising up, he gripped Tyler's hips again and thrust into him over and over, harder and harder. Letting out a deep rumbling groan, Jeremy shoved forward and came in Tyler's ass.
Every muscle in Tyler's body tensed. The prickle on the back of his neck raced down his spine. "Oh fuck." Jeremy's hand wrapped around his prick and tugged.
Tyler writhed, his whole body on fire. He arched off the bed and came with his eyes wide open, staring into Jeremy's.
"Mine." Jeremy held Tyler's gaze.
Tyler nodded. "Yes." Dropping his head back to the mattress, Tyler felt like he had just entered a total different universe.