whittaker mustered a small smile as he gladly welcomed elliot’s embrace. ❛ and you haven’t either, ❜ he retorted. he silently welcomed the warmth and familiarity of his apartment after several days of traveling; he shrugged his peacoat from his shoulders and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. ❛ i am surprised that you’re more interested in how i got here rather than the fact i am here, ❜ he teased. he rolled his shoulders as a casual stretch. ❛ i took an early flight for most of the way, then a night train, then the subway. ❜ it was safe to say that it had been a long couple of days.
his gaze was warm as he turned to face him ( a bit of a rarity ). ❛ did you forget ? you said you’d be coming back around this time. i wanted to see if you’d keep your promise. ❜ he didn’t come because he was anxious to see him again, obviously.
———IT MATTERED LITTLE TO HIM HOW THE MAN ARRIVED. seeing the countless times his friend and companion had waltzed in as bare bones, he knew just how to appreciate his current presence. small miracles reminded him ; he cleared the way for the other to come in, steaming kettle signalling his own end of the promise. like he’d ever forget company?
❝ the u-bahn isn’t what it used to be, but its certainly better than the tube most days. ❞ pouring a cup of tea, the man offered a mug on the off chance whittaker would take it. some of their kind went without eating, but elliot often found it kept his sanity to appreciate a good beverage and meal.
“ i smoked – very briefly after graduating high school but i never got any satisfaction from it. ” he was more of a drinker , being a lightweight had it’s PERKS with that. it was easy to forget one or two things after a handful of shots , but THAT was a different story for another time. “ . . i suppose that is true. ” seems for a moment the fact they weren’t human slipped his mind !
———❝ I FIND IT TO BE A MATTER OF TASTE. i started when i was young, and tobacco was a lot worse in those days. ❞ he rubbed his temple with the edge of his thumb, eyes on the vampire with a sort of empathetic smile. theses were days long ago for him, and the thought of quitting now seemed hardly in his ability.
❝ my brother gave me my first cigarette. maybe i’m just imitating. ❞
As the school day ended, the dark haired girl stood outside of the classroom and waited for everyone to exit. When she was certain everyone was gone, she strolled inside the empty room, her face devoid of anything that could betray how she really felt.
“Hello, Mr. Kaufman… Did you hear about the latest kill?
———A GAZE THAT UNEARTHS IT BY THE ROOTS. elliot had heard about the latest in the series of local deaths — grisly, horrid, meant to CHURN the stomach — how could he not? still,he knew better than to show off his own feelings, especially to one of his fellow stand users. green eyes met hers in a sort of surrender to his own reservations.
❝ no, i don’t believe i have? i try not to pay attention to the worst of it all. ❞
corners of glossed lips would twitch ‘fore sheepish smile FLASHES ‘cross them. honesty was a good trait to have but there was certainly such a thing as being TOO honest && he fears that. “ ah . . sometimes. maybe every other weekend or something like that – i usually come with friends but the group i always go with was busy so i came alone tonight. ” it was BETTER to drink with friends , safer too but he had a bit of stress to swallow. “ what about you ? ”
———❝ I try to mix it up when I’m in the area. ❞ There was no reason the man had to pick favorites before he’d seen the town. Dives and bars were the places to be on his weekends and evenings from work. He traveled often, money never an issue. It was natural he grab a few drinks in the pursuit of meeting new people.
Delight from a monster, creature, being from outer space; where pleasure in several forms were odd; more mimicked from those he watches; knows and deems safe to be a part of. Attention to the rubber was lazy; oozing blackness yet again dripped all down his shaft; a hand shifting in all forms of plating; grasped onto the girth; fisting himself like many watched sexual situations. The feeling of the finger inside caused the warbled noise to escape before attention lowered yet again to the growl upon his teasing.
Yet; nothing made the beast melt more than the pressure of an organ that held no pulse or heat; instead it was just there, a block of something but something that f e l t good entering a place he never really used or needed besides to appear more human in the eyes of the different creatures on this planet.
Strings began to animate more; wrapping around the creature that held no phallus of its own; but was a creature that held everything more than most male specimens out there. Full; claws toes sliced through the floor with a shift of tendrils. Feeling over Elliot’s body; cupping chest, jaw, neck and rear; small strings coiled nipples, invaded between ass cheeks and below harness with little shame.
Soaking up the fluids of excitement; sharing his own even as the head of his mimicked mating organ rubbed under Eliot’s chin and oozed a hefty amount from the pressure in his rear triggering such release. Noticing with tendrils tasting the others body; the feeling of openings being left empty made his brow furrow – and with a tilt of head; they began to form phallus’s of a much more smaller nature; more flexible, more longer and thus – dangerous to the human body for they’d be able to do; as they were doing now.
Wiggling lubed sizes between thighs; over shoulder, to lips, to ass, to hidden genitalia beneath the harness. Crawling inside each opening; smearing the tasteless yet plentiful ooze from each opening within and upon tongues. Why should he only receive the pleasure from the human?
———This had become something of a routine. Elliot gripped the being on the small of his back, driving his cock deeper inside as he listened for the hum of pleasure.
The alien didn’t speak. Elliot had taught him yes and no, a simple nod or shake of the head which gave him the assurance of consent. At times, he’d tried other things; sign language was a difficult task for a being that held little understanding for human things and their purposes. Even animals, his own delightful feline companion, the alien had never seen to his knowledge. Without the understanding, it would be hard to teach him anything apart from what he already knew.
❝ You like that? ❞ He grinned, hand reaching to touch Leere’s dick. The pace he had set along with his position seemed to put him unaware to the other’s intent. Startled by the sudden attention to his nipples, the man loosened his grip on the other’s appendage. He bit his lip, trying to keep the rhythm whilst an obsidian tendril slowly invaded his cunt.
A moan escaped his mouth as the man leaned over onto the alien’s torso. Every snap of his hips forward was met with a reciprocated thrust from behind, a motion which was beginning to throw Elliot off his pacing. He could feel his legs shaking, moist with the liquids coming from himself and his partner.
❝ F-fuck… More. ❞
———❝ Forgive my Japanese, but what sort of things are there to do around here? ❞ A smile behind a glass of liquor, the man had been sitting at the bar all night before speaking up. A neat cut of blond hair reflected off the dim lighting, the tourist seemingly unfazed by the relative emptiness of the bar at the hour.
❝ The jetlag will slowly catch up to me, don’t worry about having to kick me out soon. ❞
———He couldn’t say it was the first time he’d been given the pitching role. Girlfriends and a select few men had asked much from the man and his ability to dominate, something he resented in himself when he’d been denied any returns. Still, he highly doubted LeereNichts could fit inside of him, the massive member more than a little daunting to even a more experienced slut like Elliot.
Tightening the harness around his hips, the man began to secure a condom over his silicone cock. It was an extra measure at the very least, keeping his toys clean and safe from wear. He wondered if this would be a bit of false advertising for the alien, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the majority when it came to human genitalia. The man was sure he would figure it out eventually.
He leaned forward, slicking the other’s hole with a finger full of lube. As big as the alien was compared to the human, his position garnered easy access for his ‘prosthetic’, so long as Elliot kept his head pressed to the bed.
❝ You’re such a tease. ❞ He growled, pushing in with a grin to his face.
‘ Might as well be damned from the blood alone…Since you can see them too, right?The, uh——ghosts? … ’Her glare wearies as she spoke.
Carmines ignoring her hands toinstead side eye the other passengers around her. As if expectant to see one,
ᴀ ꜱᴩɪʀɪᴛ.
A sense of nervousness floods her, almost regret.Inwardly wondering if it’s only her who could see them.She looks away,returning her gaze to the man beside her.‘ Never mind… Dumb question… But demons, useful how? ’
———So that was what had triggered the sensation. Despite his ability to see with truer eyes, the man hadn’t noticed the spirits at first. His perception of the arcane and occult often began with a stiff pain in the back of his neck, followed by a burning sensation. The scar left there always seemed to react in situations like this.
❝ You’re a strange girl indeed. ❞ He smiled, scooting a bit to the side as to let her sit down. The train was crowded from early morning commuters, but the man always seemed to find a place for him to rest.
❝ Many demons are malignant beings of a selfish nature… but what if I were to tell you, not every demon is as parasitic as you think? ❞
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