Erotic short. A secretary struggling to deal with the heat uses his vampire boss to cool down.
Explicit M/M short between a cis vampire and his trans secretary. Includes cockwarming, vampire biology, mild licking and biting, power dynamics, size difference, and rough sex. 733 words.
More from Lucien Pike and Gellert Osgodby in this one!
Term used for Gellert’s genitals is cunt.
“Mmm,” said Lucien, which was unfortunately often a precursor to further speech: Gellert responded by leaning back and lifting his arm to try to muffle Lucien’s mouth with the back of his elbow. He was too short to manage it with his shoulder, and leaning over the desk as he was to keep writing — Lucien hadn’t even been dictating the letter, had been asleep until about forty seconds ago — he couldn’t bend over backward the other way.
Unfortunately, while it did garner silence, it also garnered an undesirable response: Lucien opened his mouth and sucked wetly on the surprisingly ticklish flesh above Gellert’s elbow, pressing his teeth against the skin but not biting down.
Gellert let out a strangled groan, taking his pen off the page and shoving it into its lid, dragging his arm out of Lucien’s mouth at the same time.
“You taste like salt,” said Lucien, and tongued next up the length of Gellert’s spine, making Gellert hiss and groan again.
It was hot.
It was far too fucking hot — there was a heat wave in Lashton, one that left the air permeated with a heavy, sticky unpleasantness, one that made him feel like he was being slowly cooked from the inside sous vide. The humidity was unbearable, and his hair was so soaked with sweat it was sticking to the back of his neck. He’d had to bend the arms of his glasses inward so that they pressed uncomfortably into the sides of his ears, because before that, the slick sweat on the bridge of his nose had made them repeatedly slide downward.
Lucien was infuriatingly unaffected by it — a vampire, his hard, stony flesh remained extremely cool no matter how hot it was, and he didn’t even sweat, what with the shift in the density of his skin, the shape and openness of his pores. Vampires didn’t sweat for the same reason they didn’t get spots or acne: their skin was closed, and armoured.
The most the heat did to him was make him slightly lazier and more self-satisfied than usual, like a cat ready to purr in a patch of sunlight, and this did little to make Lucien Pike, a naturally unbearable man, at all bearable now.
It was early evening, and while Gellert had hoped that the darkening skies would also lead to cooler air, but he’d had no such luck. Even with the breeze coming from the east to meet the coast, it was just more of the same hot, sticky mess which rendered Gellert a hot, sticky mess…
Which was how they got to the current scenario, which was Gellert, naked, sitting on Lucien’s cock, and using him as a cold bench to sit on as he went on with his paperwork.
Gellert had been so soaked with sweat his clothes were clinging to him this morning, and while he was still a little too warm now, pressing his body back against Lucien’s huge, cold one had cooled him down immeasurably, not to mention the cool, pleasant weight of his cock buried inside him.
“I’m bored,” said Lucien.
“I’m working,” retorted Gellert.
He didn’t know how many times he’d done this already today, but for the umpteeth time he reached for a cloth and wiped his hands of sweat so that he could write on the page without having to blot it.
“Ten minutes,” said Gellert. “I’ll give you ten minutes, and then I go back to work.”
“I’m the boss,” said Lucien.
“Do you want ten minutes,” asked Gellert, “or zero?”
Lucien grumbled something incoherent. “Ten,” he said.
“Good,” said Gellert. “Then — ungh — ”
Lucien shoved him out of the office share, dropping Gellert onto his elbows on the carpeted floor and bending his knees to fuck into him. It was an impossible possession, one that made it feel like Lucien’s ridiculous cock was going to puncture one of his lungs, and he was so powerless in the position that he couldn’t even move, could only moan into the carpet as Lucien battered his cunt.
“The whole, ah, fuck, Lucien, the whole point was that I not sweat!”
“S’not my fault if you sweat,” grunted Lucien, and slid his thumb into Gellert’s arse, making him whine.
His glasses, bent arms be damned, dropped onto the floor, and as Lucien changed his angle slightly, Gellert closed his eyes anyway, because he was seeing stars.
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