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"... And this is downward dog," Anton says as he lowers himself into position, his tight shorts riding up into his ass.
Viago watches closely, meeting Anton's eyes through his legs. He'd certainly never been interested in yoga before, until now.
Anton lets out a large exhale before releasing his arms and lying flat on his stomach, his arms and hamstrings aching from the stretch. Rolling onto his back, lifting his left arm to stretch his elbow across his chest, he catches Viago's eyes and asks, "Do you want to try?" Noticing Viago sprawled across the width of the bed staring intently.
"Who knew you were so flexible?" Viago says, smirking. “I've got another idea.”
Anton lets out a laugh as he rubs his tricep. Not one to need more of an invitation, he grunts as he gets to his feet, slowly walking over to the bed. Viago, still on his stomach, watches Anton get closer. The bed and Viago's face are at the perfect height to meet Anton’s crotch as he stops just a few inches away.
Anton puts his hand on Viago's head and ruffles his hair. So soft, he thinks, before Viago lets out a small, soft moan, opening his mouth to gently nibble the alpha's shorts.
"Come on, love; shift," Anton says, ushering Viago to move across the bed. Anton crawls onto the silk sheets, still amazed at how nice they feel on his knees.The sheets had been a gift from Viago, as an apology, for when his last set got ruined in a previous, surprisingly rough, night of passion between the pair.
Viago plants himself beside Anton, before gently kissing his cheek as his hand begins to wander, gently grazing Anton's crotch before stopping at the bottom of the now slightly sweaty hem of Anton's top, pulling it up and setting his hand on his midriff.
Anton's skin is clammy to the touch , Viago thinks to himself. Maybe yoga is more of a workout that he thought it was.
Anton leans forward, removing his top and casting it aside. Viago grins, shifting his weight so his leg is bent over Anton’s and lays his arm across the wolf’s chest and nuzzles into his neck.
Viago begins kissing Antons neck gently, a slight glance of his fangs getting Anton more worked up by the second. Viago swings his leg over Anton's lap, sending it over his hips, straddling him. His fingers slowly glance at Anton's now stiff nipple, and he begins to grind his hips against Anton’s, enticing a moan from Anton’s mouth.
"Off," Anton growls at Viago as he slides his own shorts down over his hips and wiggles them off. "Take your clothes off, now ," he demands and Viago grins playfully, jumping off Anton, ripping his waistcoat off, before reaching down and sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and trousers and pulling them off in one motion.
"Atta boy," Anton grins as Viago climbs back into his lap. He bends his knees up and tilts his hips, encouraging Viago to settle over his stomach instead, his half-hard cock resting on Anton’s chest.
Anton places his hand on the back of Viago's head pulling him in closer, so their lips can meet and a flurry of intense hot, wet kisses ensues making both of them more heated and harder. Anton lets go of Viago's head, letting him slide slightly down his body, Viago’s legs resting either side of Anton's hips, feeling how excited he is. Ushering Viago to sit up slightly, he reaches into the bedside drawer and retrieves the lube, squirting some into Viago's hand.
Reaching behind his back, Viago rubs the lube against his hole, slowly pressing one finger, then two, inside himself, Just enough to prepare him for what he really desires. He removes his fingers, and reaching down he grapples with Anton's boxers. Teasingly, he slips Anton's cock between the opening in his boxers, sending shock waves of pleasure through Anton's legs and crotch, making him crazy.
With a firm grasp of Anton’s now rock-hard cock, he presses the head against his hole, rubbing it in small circles. Anton moans, and demands, "Let me feel inside you, I need it."
With one last stroke of Anton’s cock, he takes pity on the wolf and, agonisingly slow, he presses past his rim, forcing a loud groan from Anton’s mouth. Anton thrusts his hips up into Viago, pushing his cock deeper inside, sending both of them into rapture.
Anton looks down and notices Viago's massive cock sliding between his engorged pecs, so long it's nearly hitting him on the chin. He smirks as he meets Viago’s eyes and remarks, slyly, "You know, I could…" Tilting his head and tucking his chin towards his chest, he slides his tongue out until it brushes the tip of Viago's cock.
Viago whimpers as he continues to ride Anton’s cock, feeling every inch of it opening him up. Rocking back and forth, taking all of his alpha’s cock hard into him, wanting more but it never being enough.
The feeling of Viago’s tightness around his cock, along with the taste of his vampire’s pre-come, turns Anton feral. He plants his feet firmly on the mattress and tilts his hips up again. Viago gasps as he shifts forward, his cock sliding further into Anton's mouth, and a burning hot, almost rage-like passion flows through Viago’s body.
Anton sucks gently on Viago's tip and runs his tongue along the underside of his shaft, enjoying the feeling of giving and receiving at the same time. Viago slides up and down, getting faster and faster on Anton's hard, slippery cock, letting out a noise so loud it would deafen any creature in a ten mile radius.
Anton continues to take Viago’s cock further into his mouth, enjoying the stretch on his neck, wishing he could take the full thing at this angle. The zen-like state of pleasure in Anton’s fuzzy head is broken as Viago moans, "I'm so close," now bouncing roughly on Anton’s cock.
Anton releases Viago from his mouth with a pop and growls, “Go on then– come for me baby. Come on my chest." Anton’s fingers grip harder around Viago’s waist, holding him still so he can hold back his own orgasm until after Viago finishes.
A loud moan and grunt resonate from the depths of Viago's soul. Anton opens his mouth, waiting expectantly, ready to catch some stray drops. Viago comes hard, with a grunt, on Anton’s chest, leading Anton’s long tongue to shift back and forth, savouring all he can reach.
Anton groans, as he digs his fingers harder into the creases of Viago’s hips, and thrusting deep into Viago’s ass twice more causing him to come so hard he sees stars. His legs tremble with ecstacy at every small twitch.
Viago stares deeply into Anton’s eyes, admiring the mess he's made of his chest. He slowly runs two fingers over his masterpiece, removing a drop of the remaining come and brings it to Anton’s lips.
"Open wide," he says, grinning wide enough that Anton gets a glance of his fangs.
Anton obliges, his head still spinning– as if he had a choice; he's at the mercy of this ridiculously sexy vampire, after all. Slowly he opens his mouth and licks faintly, before sucking the remaining come off Viago’s fingers, savouring the taste.
"Good boy," Viago moans as he removes his fingers, and he places his hand on the side of Anton’s head, rubbing his thumb down his cheek and along the corner of his mouth.
They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, Anton's cheeks blushing red and a bead of sweat dripping off his forehead. He slowly removes himself from inside Viago, half soft and a mess, and gently lifts Viago up, one hand under his ass and his other arm around his lower back, taking Viago’s weight with ease as he softly places him onto his back.
They lie entwined in each other’s warmth; their skin, hair and sweat becoming one as they slowly drift into a sleepy state.
Viago lets out a long happy sigh and says, "Who knew you were so flexible, Liebling. "
Anton giggles. ”It's a good thing I kept some dirt here for you, love. Now sleep,” he says, planting one last, soft kiss on the vampire’s forehead, “–we have a long week ahead of us.”