"Do you hurt?" Caedos asked after pushing in to the hilt, he peppered kisses on the Vampire's red-splashed collarbones.
Dulce blinked away tears of pleasure, his eyes a vibrant red. Speech was an ability beyond him, but he gathered his wits around himself enough to nod, wrapping his arms around Caedos to pull him closer.
The Demon was so big that merely filling him up was enough to press against his prostate, his slick-soaked length trembling from how close to the edge he had come.
Dulce buried his face in the curve of Caedos' neck, right next to the bites they had exchanged. It muffled the breathy sound that he made when the Demon pulled out.
Another slow thrust teased against his sensitive spot and thoroughly filled him up before he could feel the absence, the flat plane of his belly getting distended.
