This time when the vampire withdrew, he left the boy gasping.
Fabien became still, the sounds of his hot, ragged breath mingling with those of his host. He quivered against him, his dark eyes heavy lidded.
Now freed from the vampire’s grasp, the boy’s hand remained curled loosely in his hair. He pushed his fingers deep into the tangled stands, his pale wrist upturned to reveal cheery outline of his crimson heart beneath his rope burned flesh. His other hand slipped almost sorrowfully away from the vampire’s neck and shoulders, and instead the boy’s thin fingers carefully gripped the vampire’s sheets.
The urchin’s slowly lowered his gaze, and watched in quiet fascination as his host’s elegant fingers began to disrobe him. He curled his tongue over his lips, his thin chest heaving each time the vampire’s lips met with his skin.
The bruises and cuts that had once tarnished boy’s skin had paled considerably, only a ghostly array of washed out purple and green blemishes remained. A consistent supply of high quality food had begun to soften the vicious jut of his bones, bestowing his skin with a pale, healthy glow. It might have seemed he had been raised in luxury, were it not for the the dark swirl of an inky tail that flicked over his chest, before disappearing along the length of his side.
By the time the vampire’s hands reached his waist, the youth could scarcely catch his breath. When host plucked open the cloth that bound his lower body, the boy’s eyes moved swiftly away. It was still difficult for him to lay there, so exposed and vulnerable. He shifted uncomfortably, his hand tightening apprehensively into the fabric bunched in his grasp. There was no avoiding it now, the roused skin aching between his sharp hip bones, firm and slick and much too responsive.
”F-fuck. M-monsieur, I... ” He whined softly, writhing under the press of the vampire’s tongue. His neck arched back against the bed, and the muscles of his thighs tensed against his host's sides.
It was only the sound of his name that enticed the boy’s eyes back to the vampire. His gaze trailed down the length of his naked body, meeting his host’s sightless eyes. The urchin’s youthful brow was pinched with need, a look that only grew more stricken as he watched the vampire take the throbbing tip of his aroused skin into his mouth.
“Oh.” The boy murmured breathily, his filthy toes curling into the vampire's sheets. His spine rose from the bed, and the fingers buried in his flaxen hair stiffened.
“Ah, Dieu... s’il vous plaít.”He whimpered under the slick heat of the vampire’s mouth, the curl of his tongue.
From his panting breath, and the gentle thrust of his hips, it was clear the poor boy would not hold out for long.