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Val had fallen while trying to learn to skateboard. That was where all of this started. He was finally on a date with Holt, listening with fascination as he shared his interests, and the next thing he knew he found himself on a board. Why he thought he could do it in his platformed boots, he’d never know, but Holt had invited him so he wasn’t at complete fault.
Holt, fool that he was, tried to catch Valentine, which only resulted in them both tumbling to the ground. He landed on top of Holt, trying his best to catch himself so he wouldn’t harm the smaller man. Holt, ever unshakeable, only seemed entertained by their predicament if his giggles were anything to go by. Val supposed that made sense; he would be a lot more used to falling.
Their kiss, however, was both completely sudden and also not at all. It was as though Valentine's entire unlife had been leading right up to this one moment: the feeling of Holt's soft, glossy lips parting for his own. He closes his eyes and the world around them disappears.
Holt wraps an arm around his neck, and Valentine hugs him tight at the waist to pull him as closely as he could. The feeling of Holt's back arching under his hand stoked a flame within him. He held him a little firmer, keeping the boy from drawing his body away. The sigh that left Holt at this left Val's head beginning to swim with feelings he had been trying to keep pinned back. He tries still, desperately patching at a rapidly breaking dam.
Holt shifts under him, body getting increasingly warmer as they kiss. He presses himself even closer and opens his mouth more, tasting like the candy Val had given him not long earlier. Something about that thought drove Val to kiss him deeper, their tongues caressing gently.
Holt moves his hand to cradle Valentine's jaw, slowly pulling away after a moment. His thumb follows after, sweeping across Val's lips to remove the lipgloss he had smeared on him. He smiles, feeling the thumb graze against his fang. His smile grows at the blush that spreads across Holt's face. He could practically see Holt's imagination running through his flickering eyes. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't considering just the same.
He tries to say how beautiful Holt was, how he had been wanting that for too long, and something about how many things Holt was making him feel. They all tried to force their way out at once and Val stumbled over all the words. He stops himself, flustered, then just breaks off with a,
"...Hi..."
Holt laughs just like Valentine knew he would.
"Hey there, hot stuff. Awesome date, huh?" He giggles, buzzing with anxious energy. His breaths came harder than usual.
A sweat began to break at the back of Val’s neck. Holt leans in to kiss him again. This time, they were both more confident. The first mile had already been run. Val reaches up to run a hand through Holt’s hair, then hesitates and pulls away. “Can I..? Or, will it hurt me?”
Holt pressed his lips together as though he wanted to do something but was unsure. Then, he takes a few deep breaths.
The flames of his hair began to dim before suddenly snuffing out, leaving a mess of black hair under it in the same mohawk style. The ends of his hair were stuck out wildly from having been held up so long. He shakes his head out, messily cut bangs falling into his face. Val’s eyes widen at the beautiful contrast of vibrant blues and oranges making up Holt’s skin versus the coal-black of his hair. He pulls Holt close and smooths his hands through his hair to kiss him again.
Holt kisses back without hesitation. After a few moments, he deepens the kiss, leaving an open-mouthed caress against Val’s lower lip. He opens his mouth for Holt and jolts slightly at the feeling of the bar piercing the center of Holt’s tongue teasing against his lip. He leans into the feeling of their tongues caressing, tightening his hold in Holt’s hair when he feels Holt's teeth. Holt leans into the feeling, and Val grips harder, testing. Holt tilts his head back as if following Val’s guidance. His eyes closed in bliss, lips parted.
Val could have died again right there at the sight.
“Why did you stop?” Holt murmurs, looking down at him through thick, dark lashes. Val leans in to kiss him again, Holt’s hands immediately caressing down his neck to trace lightly across his chest. He hooked an index finger in the collar of his shirt, running his short nails across his collarbone. Val shudders and leans into the touch. He uses his free hand to grasp Holt’s thigh.
Holt’s hand continues to trail lower and lower, his breath hot against Val’s lips. He stops his hand at the hem of his pants, tracing his fingers just inside of the waistband to hold his hip. Valentine tenses at the feeling on his skin. Holt pauses, only continuing to massage his hip when Val leans further into him. He was hard and he was sure Holt knew it. He almost wanted to pull Holt’s hand where he wanted it but he resisted the urge, allowing the boy to take his time.
Holt breaks away slowly, “Wanna go to the car?” he asks, glancing at where Val had parked near the trees. “We could drive somewhere harder to see.” His words were breathy, his tone lustful.
Val nods more eagerly than he means to. He stands and shifts his clothes around to conceal the shape in his pants. Holt rises as well, stretching his arms high. He kicks his skateboard up into his hand, marching his way up the hill more casually than Val expected.
Val, however, struggles to hide his excitement. He wraps an arm around Holt as they walk, massaging his side gently. Holt smiles at the touch and leans against him.
Upon getting to the car, Val opens the door for Holt to climb in. The board is tossed unceremoniously to the floor in the back. Val sits in the driver’s seat, starting the car and shifting into gear. Before he could put on his seatbelt, Holt leans across the console and captures his lips in an embrace. He kisses him passionately and drops one hand to Val’s inner thigh, caressing his hardness with the side of his thumb to draw a gasp from him.
Holt nips at his bottom lip as he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his lips. Val’s face was hot, words heavy in his throat.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he finally manages, quickly driving off. Holt grins and pulls his feet up into the seat, his skirt bunching up at his hips. He kept his gaze out the window as they drove, his hand gently massaging Val’s thigh.
Val was lost in thought as he drove, mostly running through a million ideas of all the things he wanted to do to the boy in the seat next to him. He could feel himself getting hotter, and maybe Holt could too since his hand slowly crept up again to grasp between Val’s legs. He squeezes gently, flattens his palm, and continues to slowly massage him with his strong fingers. He tries to keep his breaths quiet, nearly piercing his lip with his fang with how hard he was biting down. He sighs shakily as they reach a red light, hands massaging the wheel.
Holt leans over to kiss him again, a sadistic smile on his lips, “Turn right down this street. There's a little road between the trees," he whispers. Val wants to touch him, fuck he wants to touch him.
The light turns green and he continues forward, restraining himself from stopping the car at the side of the road and taking him right there. He does as told, taking a right turn at the nearest time and stopping the car on a small, dirt road. Tall trees covered each side of them, shielding them from prying eyes.
Holt was on him immediately, leaning across the center console to kiss him again. He wraps his arms around his neck, tangling his hands in his hair. Val kisses him back passionately, resting his hand on his hip and caressing his skin just under his shirt.
Holt's hands travel confidently down Valentine's body, grasping at his waist and thigh.
"Slow down, darlin'," Val whispers against his mouth, trailing his lips down Holt's neck and making him whine.
"I've been thinkin' about this since I met you," Holt admits, tilting his head to the side. Val lavishes him with open-mouthed kisses, fangs scraping just enough to raise chill bumps on his skin. The thought of himself being on his mind since their first meeting was almost too much for him.
Holt whines softly as Val rests his hand on his thigh, opening his legs. Holt races to his collar, pulling at the buttons shakily and huffing when he struggles. Val smiles, biting across his skin just enough to raise bruises while his hand creeps up Holt's shirt.
He smooths his hand across the binder he finds there, raking his nails across his ribcage. Holt pulls away to remove his shirt and, after a moment of hesitance, his binder as well.
Fuck, he was beautiful. He pulls him back into the kiss, a hand immediately cupping his breast and massaging gently. Once Holt relaxes in his touch again, Val pinches his hardened nipple. Holt's body stiffens again and he whimpers.
So he was sensitive…
He continues his slow assault, switching between gentle touches and rough pinches as he lavishes Holt's throat in bruises. His boy was putty in his hands, starting to shake with arousal as he ran his mouth across his skin.
He rests his hand on Holt's thigh and watches him open his legs obediently like he already knew what Val wanted him to do next. He runs his hand up between Holt's legs to feel the warmth hidden behind a thin pair of underwear. He traces the outline of his body through the fabric, drawing soft noises from the boy currently covering his neck in open-mouthed kisses. He tilts his head, hand running upwards to run his nails across his soft belly.
"Please don't tease…" Holt whispers, looking at him so pitifully Val had no choice but to obey. He nods and slips his hand under his clothing, tracing his fingers lightly along the wetness there. Holt lets him go long enough to pull his underwear down and toss it away, then goes back to kissing and biting along Val's skin, hands caressing anywhere he could reach.
The wet heat he felt left Val painfully hard, evidently obvious given the way Holt’s hand slid down to massage between his legs. The image of them both parked on the side of the road, hands between one another's legs, getting each other off like inexperienced young teens made Val's entire body warm. He catches his mouth in a kiss, fingers rubbing his clit in slow circles. Holt moans softly, legs spreading wider to allow more room. His hand fumbled with his belt and Val slows so his poor lover could gather himself well enough to get his pants down.
He sighs softly into his mouth, almost a groan, as Holt tugs his boxers down to grasp at his length. He moves up and down slowly, so Val matches the pace with his fingers between Holt’s legs.
"You're so fuckin' wet, baby," he whispers, watching Holt grind up into his touch. Suddenly, Holt closes his legs and shifts in his seat to balance on his knees. He holds the back of Val's seat, looking down at him with blown-out pupils and a vibrant purple blush.
"Put your seat back," he says in a firm tone that sends Val scrambling to do just that. He pushes his seat back to give plenty of legroom, then he's lying on his back with Holt in his lap, warm lips on his own. He massages Holt's thighs as their bodies begin to move together, Holt's wet heat under his skirt grinding against him to make them both gasp.
It didn't take long for Holt, ever impatient, to reach between them and guide the tip of Valentine's cock against him. He stops his lover with a gentle hand, panting quietly,
"Are you sure?"
Holt nods eagerly, pressing his hips down so Val could feel just the beginning of his tight heat. "You're gonna tell me you're willing to stop?" He asks in a voice raspy with arousal, pushing down further and beginning to rock in his lap. Val gasps, the heat and tightness almost too much for him to bear.
He grips his hips tightly, nails digging into skin until Holt cries out. He hisses a series of swears and whispers of how tight and hot he was, which only seemed to encourage the boy in his lap.
"Can you take it all?" He breathes out.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Holt says in a shaky voice. Val reaches between them to caress his clit again, smirking in satisfaction when Holt whimpers and slides down the rest of the way, ass flush to hips, his hot body enveloping him. He listens to Holt's deep breathing, running his nails up and down the backs of his trembling thighs until he was ready to move again. The restraint it required Val not to grab him and fuck him immediately was great, but the face Holt makes when he first grinds down on him was an oasis to Val's desert trial.
"Ah, fuck," he moans, pressing his hips up into his lover as he begins to ride him. Holt grasps onto his shoulders for stability, whimpering and moaning with every move. Valentine could watch such a sight for the rest of eternity if given the chance.
Holt quickly loses himself in their movements, face scrunched up just slightly, his jaw flexing as he tries to stifle his sounds of pleasure.
Wait.
Val thrusts up hard to meet Holt's next drop, drawing a breathy cry out of him.
That was better.
He continues to meet Holt in every motion of his hips, grinding deep into him and pulling him even closer against his body. Holt whimpers and falls against Val, starting to shake.
"What's wrong, baby?" Val whispers into his ear. Holt only manages to sigh and grip onto his shoulders, answering with deeper sways against his body. Val grasps his thighs to guide their tempo, slowing down to enjoy the small expressions of his lover.
Holt whines softly, growing frustrated with their slow pace.
"It's okay, darlin'. Just relax…" Val whispers, watching Holt lean back and continue to fuck himself on him. He runs his hands up his hips to raise his skirt, appreciating his lover on full display like this: legs spread, his back arched and his body supported by hands grasping behind him at Val's thighs.
He massages Holt's breast with a tender hand, treating him as delicately as a doll to guide him into a gentle headspace.
"You're doin' so well, sweetheart," he praises, fucking Holt in that same slow, deep rhythm. Holt watches him as he rides, his hips moving in a fluid, hypnotic sway that seemed almost too artistic to associate with this debauched act in the front seat of an old car.
Valentine rakes his nails down Holt's side, raising purple trails in his wake all the way down to his hip. He lightens his touch to caress where their bodies met, making Holt gasp.
"Oh, Valentine…" he whispers, shutting his eyes as Val continues his game. He spreads his hand over Holt's lower belly, thumb finishing slow circles each time their hips parted and met again.
"Mmh… Please," he whimpers, angling his hips to get more sensation from Val's hand.
"Please, what?"
Holt just whines again, falling forward to grasp onto Val as he fucks him.
"Please, I'm so close… I just," he breaks off and shudders as Val pushes up into him a bit harder—testing.
"Please, Kieran…" Holt pleads, and Val finally breaks. He wraps one arm around Holt's waist to grip him tightly while his free hand caresses his clit with each thrust.
He fucks him. Hard. He pulls Holt's body down into his with every thrust, pounding him with brutal focus towards their mutual ends.
Holt cries out and tosses his head back, flames flickering into the air as he's handled like a toy in the lap of his lover. He shivers and trembles and cries until suddenly he’s shaking apart in his lover's arms, the tightness of his body just enough to pull Val over the edge with him.
Val fucks him through their orgasms, biting down on his shoulder and shuddering against his skin until Holt writhes away from the overstimulation. Valentine releases him and he collapses into his arms, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Fuck, darlin’...” Valentine whispers, running his nails up and down his lover’s skin.
“Hmm..?” Holt’s unusually quiet voice replies from where his head was tucked under Val’s chin.
“That was amazing,” he says, kissing Holt’s feverish skin, “You were amazing.”
Holt seems to glow at the praise, flames flickering across his skin each time he shudders with the aftershocks. Val continues caressing him, bringing him down into their peaceful afterglow. It wasn’t until after a few minutes passed that he realized Holt had fallen asleep in his arms, his warm breaths growing deeper.
Val smiles fondly and reaches behind himself to find his coat, shushing Holt when he whines at the movement. He wraps the coat around Holt’s smaller body, holding him close and relaxing under him as he falls asleep again.