Page 46 of Missing Piece
“You’re going to regret this,” Vincent growled. He took Adam’s cock in his hand, not caring how rough he was this time. He forced his fangs back as he consumed Adam’s mouth,those swollen bloody lips burning him.
Adam tried to reciprocate, pushing his face hard against Vincent’s, his hands groping along Vincent’s chest. Something about that deepened Vincent’s irritation. If Adam wanted to touch him, he could have just asked, but no, he had to go and do it like this. He had to push all the buttons Vincent usually loved having pushed.
But he was trying to be better and different, and for some reason Adam didn’t want him to be better and different right now. Like he wanted to see Vincent’s darkness.
Fine. Give him what he wants. You want it too.He grabbed Adam’s hands and pinned them above his head, holding both his wrists in place with one hand. “Keep your hands right here or I’ll tie you up and leave you in this room all night with that delicious cock un-fucking-touched,” Vincent growled in his ear before releasing Adam’s wrists.
Adam’s whine went straight to Vincent’s cock, straining his pants in a way that desperately required attention. But as much as he wanted to rip the rest of their clothes off and finally give in to his base instincts, he wasn’t done. The beast wasn’t done. He wanted to see Adam beg for it.
He bit down on Adam’s earlobe, smiling as the human gasped and groaned. So sensitive. “Is this what you wanted?” Vincent nipped at Adam’s neck, making sure he didn’t open any new wounds, relishing every twitch and spasm and whimper as he moved down the human’s body. “I’ll keep every inch of you. I’ll taste every inch of you. You gave yourself to me.”
“W-wait-”
“No.”
“V-Vincent…” Adam whimpered.
Vincent alternated between kissing and scraping his fangs against Adam’s skin, leaving a wet trail and angry, raised red marks along the way, savoring the way he writhed and shook. “You’re mine,” he whispered against Adam’s abdomen, moving lower and nipping at his hip bone. “All of this is mine.”
“No…,” Adam groaned, thrusting his hips up.
Vincent smiled, reaching down to Adam’s pants still caught around his shins and pulled them the rest of the way off. Adam gasped, though if it was from Vincent’s touch or the pain of having cloth dragging over his injured ankle, he couldn’t tell.
Vincent just ignored it and ran his tongue up along Adam’s inner thigh, licking at the sensitive skin and reveling in the sounds coming out of the human. He could hear the blood pounding in Adam’s femoral artery, making his mouth water at the idea of sinking his fangs into the tender flesh and drinking to his heart’s content even though he wasn’t hungry in the slightest.Drink,the beast urged.
No, we play.He took the beast’s silence as agreement and turned his attention back to Adam. “Say you’re mine.”
“N-no-”
Vincent let his tongue flick out at the pre-cum beading on the tip of Adam’s cock, savoring the taste. He felt his own cock leak in response, forming a wet spot on the side of his flannel pants. Another pair of pajamas ruined. “Say. It. Say you’re mine.”
“I can’t,” Adam panted as Vincent teased him, fisting the sheets above his head. Despite having been so obstinate before, he was doing what he was told. That shouldn’t have brought a smile to Vincent’s lips, but it did. “Don’t make mesay it.”
“I won’t fuck you until you do,” Vincent whispered against Adam’s inner thigh.
“Please,” Adam whined, thrusting his hips up in a desperate plea. “Please, I need you, fuck me.”
“I don’t know about that,” Vincent murmured, drawing out the moment as he trailed his lips back up Adam’s torso. “I could just tease you and leave you here with blue balls to think about what you did. After all, you aren’t mine, right?”
“I- "
Vincent cut off his words with a harsh kiss, swirling his tongue against Adam’s bloody lips, drinking in every bit of him. He tasted like bad liquor and heaven. Vincent grabbed a fistful of Adam’s damp hair as he pulled away. “Look at me, Adam.”
Adam’s eyes stayed shut, his lower lip trembling as Vincent’s other hand wandered down his chest. “I-I’m sorry for biting you.”
He leaned forward and bit Adam’s earlobe again with blunt teeth. “If the next words out of that fuckable mouth aren’t what I want to hear, the only thing you’ll be getting drunk on for the next month is my cum with your hands tied behind your back. Is that what you want?”
“No, please, I-” Adam’s words devolved into incoherent babbling as Vincent idly played with his erect nipple.
That’s it. Fall apart for me. Be mine. Only mine.
Vincent tugged the strands wrapped around his fingers. “Look. At. Me.”
Adam’s eyes fluttered open, eyelashes glistening with tears Vincent wanted to lick clean, his face a stunning disaster. “I’ll be yours. I’m yours,” he whispered as though he were afraidof the words themselves. “Whatever you want. Just please, please touch me.”
The beast roared with approval.
“Are you sure about that?” he teased as he continued to ignore the insistent ache in his own cock. “You seemed to enjoy sinking your teeth into me. Maybe I should teach you a lesson about keeping your mouth to yourself.”
