Page 4 of Only Fangs

Collin: I told you, it’s not gonna happen.

Mikael: Why not? We could have a lot of fun. I’m hot, you’re hot, we’d look great together. Think how many views a show with both of us will get.

Collin swallowed.

Fuck, he wanted to collaborate with the vampire. Just picturing the scene, imagining Mikael’s fangs sinking into his own skin made him shudder. In his fantasy, he slipped into the role of the blond fae Mikael had bitten on stream earlier.

Would he react in the exact same way? Would Mikael’s hands be rough on his wrists or would his grip be gentle and careful? Would he kiss Collin’s neck, his chest…?

His dick throbbed.

No. He couldn’t.

If even one drop of his blood touched Mikael’s lips, the vampire would instantly know who he was.Whathe was.

Mortal.

Defenseless.

Prey.

Collin’s stomach flipped. “No. Sorry. It’s not happening,” he typed, even as his cock hardened in his pants.

Mikael: What, are you afraid that I’d bite too hard or that you’d enjoy it too much?

Collin: Neither. I’m just not interested.

Mikael: You keep saying that, but then you keep clicking on my streams.

Collin’s face heated. The vampire had him there.

Mikael: I could make it good for you, you know.

Collin swallowed. His hand drifted toward his groin. “Fuck,” he muttered as he closed the chat window without offering the vampire another response. He shut his computer, hoping that’d put a lid on his thoughts as well. It didn’t help, though. His cockstill ached, and images of the stream kept popping up in front of his inner eye, reminding him of what he couldn’t have.

He stood, ignoring Luna hopping around him curiously, and walked to bed. There was only one way to distract himself.

He lay down and wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking his erection slowly. The friction was nice, but it didn’t satisfy him, not really. He needed more. His hand moved faster, squeezing harder, and he closed his eyes.

He was back to watching the stream in his head. He imagined what had happened after the paywall blocked him out, except instead of the fae guy, he was the one on his back, Mikael hovering above him. He imagined what it would feel like to be under the vampire’s touch, to have his hands pinning Collin down, his weight pressing Collin into the cushions.

He wanted that so badly. Wanted to be at Mikael’s mercy, helpless beneath him. It was insane. It was stupid and reckless and dangerous.

But he wanted it.

His breath caught, pleasure building up in him as his hand moved faster, jerking himself off desperately, but the fantasy wasn’t enough to push him over the edge.

He needed more. More stimulation, more sensation, more… everything.

Frustrated, he rolled over, reaching for the night table and the small drawer where his toy stash lived. He rummaged around, pushing past condom wrappers and lube until his fingers bumped against the familiar plastic texture of his favorite dildo. Perfect. He’d just pretend it was Mikael’s cock.

He’d seen Mikael’s cock on stream before, sliding into a victim’s ass, stretching the guy wide, filling him so perfectly. Fuck… Collin wanted that. To be stretched and fucked and used. His hole clenched in response, eager for what he was about toprovide. He slicked up the dildo and brought it between his legs, nudging at his hole.

His eyes closed again when the silicone pressed inside, and he imagined it was Mikael’s cock entering him, stretching him, claiming his most private places.

He gasped as his body opened up to accept the dildo, the slight burn only enhancing the illusion of Mikael’s dominance. Collin moaned as he bottomed out, the toy seated fully in him.

He stayed there for a moment, imagining Mikael above him and the vampire’s hand wrapped around his throat, holding him down, making Collin surrender to him.

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