Therapeutic

Erotic short. A vampire chokes his secretary.

500w, cis M/trans M, rated E. Gellert Osgodby and Lucien Pike, with Pike choking Gellert whilst fucking him, then massaging his feet. Mentions of overstim.

Gellert’s body aches, and he doesn’t know how long they’ve been at it for, but it’s been some time. It’s been a long few weeks, tense and complex and involving long hours chasing down contracts or working through formulae, Gellert listening to experts whilst Pike pissed about and appeared to be doing little of value, whilst actually secretly paying attention.

All of it is fading away now, all of it obscure and unimportant, because he’s sprawled on his back with Lucien driving into him, his huge cock spearing Gellert open. There’s a wonderful pressure buried in him, the tightening coil of his orgasm like a spring soon to be let loose, but that’s nothing compared to the tension in the rest of his body, in his shoulders, his chest, his belly, everything.

Pike’s hands had been sliding over Gellert’s chest, tracing over the scars from his top surgery, his nipples, up to his shoulders, but now they’re coming to his throat and enclosing it.

Gellert moans at the pressure, his eyes fluttering closed, as one of Pike’s huge thumbs comes to press underneath his throat and the other presses further down. Gellert tries to take in a breath and finds that he can’t, his throat closed, and he tries anyway, tries to wheeze in something, anything.

A few moments pass. A few seconds.

He feels dizzy, his throat aching, his lungs aching, and there’s a dizziness encroaching on him, a kind of desperate strain, and then he catches Pike’s wrists and suddenly Pike releases him: Gellert heaves in a breath that hurts, it feels so huge where he feels so small, and it comes with a rushing euphoria at the same time, making him wail.

The orgasm hits him like a fucking highspeed train, punches him somewhere into the ether with its intensity as Pike keeps thrusting his hips, keeps fucking into him hard and fast and sublime.

“Fuck, you get tight when you come,” grunts Pike, dragging Gellert’s hips up and changing the angle, and Gellert yelps, grabbing at the sheets, feeling like he’s going mad at the shift and drag of Pike’s cock against the roof of his cunt, putting pressure on him as he clenches, as the last of the aftershocks rock through him and then finally drawing back.

When Pike comes a minute or two later, it’s with a loud, exaggerated sigh, and Gellert shudders at the pulse of his cock, feeling the spurt of it, and when Pike releases him Gellert drops to the bed, boneless, fucked out.

“You’re tense,” says Pike.

“Not feeling tense right now,” mumbles Gellert, reaching up and rubbing at his eyes. Pike is staring down at him, but Gellert can’t really make much of his face with his glasses folded and left on the countertop. He wonders distantly what Pike’s expression looks like, what precisely he’s communicating, if anything. “What?”

“I’m gonna eat you out,” decides Pike.

Gellert raises his eyebrows, even after a quiver runs through him. “For its therapeutic application, I take it?”

“Your feet first,” says Pike, and that’s all the warning Gellert gets before his hands are massaging Gellert’s left foot instead of his throat, pressing so hard into the sole that it sends sparks up his spine, and Gellert moans at the sudden release of pressure, the firmness of the massage.

Dizzied and overwhelmed, he submits himself to it, and lets Pike have his way.