First Impressions (Nicio + drunken Rico... disaster?)

Rico flushed deeply, sending a pleading glance up at the vampire, before realising that it was pointless. He felt... trapped...

His eyes flickered closed, hissing faintly in pleasure as he wrapped a hand around himself, hips bucking with a shudder. If he had his eyes closed, he could pretend that nobody was watching. He gave a whimpering groan as he gave it an experimental pump, nails digging into Ignicio's shoulder in relief.

The Incubus grinned wickedly.

Well, he wouldn't have the Lycan trying to pretend he wasn't around.

His fingers twisted and curled as he pressed his hips upwards against him, trying his damned hardest to make sure the Wolf knew he was there and couldn't ignore him.

He let out a sharp cry, hand tightening around himself as his eyes shot open. He thrust into his hand, biting down on his lip with a deep flush, trying to avoid the incubus' gaze. He gave a soft whimper, shuddering softly. His eyes met Ignicio's and he snarled under his breath between soft pants and whimpers.

"Don't look at me like that!" he growled, blushing.

He grinned at the less than threatening snarl.

"Was that supposed to scare me? I've heard scarier noises come from my baby siblings," he taunted.

His red eyes burned into Rico's silver, shining with mirth.

He attempted to scowl at him, but failed as he gave his erection a particularly forceful pump, his head falling back down on the older man's shoulder with a low whimper, his hips thrusting needily against his hand. He wanted to stop this. It was so embarrassing, and yet... he needed it. The werewolf drew in a shaky breath, attempting again to move against the man's fingers.

He chuckled lowly, giving Rico's nipple a sharp pinch.

His fingers began to move inside the man again, curling occasionally.

The Incubus' tongue laved over the man's flushed skin as he purred lowly, hand sliding down the man's chest. His hand curled around Rico's arousal on op of his own hand, speeding up the thrusts, thumb running over his slit.

He hissed a gasp, arching into the hand. His hips rolled down faster against the man's fingers with a soft moan, writhing against the hand as a thumb ran over the head of his erection. The gypsy tossed his head forward with a low moan, eyes scrunching shut, breaths faint.

"Ignicio... por favor..."

Ignicio purred, passing his thumb over the man's head again.

"¿Quieres que te equivocas?" he murmured in a deep purr, pumping the man forcefully a couple of times.

His lips curled into a dark grin, red yes flashing as he searched out Rico's hand and guided to his entrance, pressing his fingers against it with a moan.

"¿O es que quieren joderme?"
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Do you want me to fuck you?
Or do you want to fuck me?

He gasped quietly, hips rocking faster against the man's hand with a low whine.

"Ni-Nicio-"

A warning growl slipped from his lips at the question, cheeks flushing deeply, but he sighed in resignation, biting his lip.

"...Jódame..." he mumbled quietly.


(Translation: "fuck me")

Ignicio grinned widely.

He liked that growl. A lot. Could he get any more out of the Lycan?

"So I'm going to fuck you, then?" He fingered the man's entrance slowly before pushing a finger into him. "Here. Hard or slow?"

He sucked in a choked breath, moaning quietly, his hips rocking against Ignicio's finger with a frustrated whimper at the slow pace, wanting more. But he wouldn't say it.

"Don't ask stuff like that!" he snarled back, squirming.

He wouldn't answer questions like that. It was too humiliating.

"if I don't ask, how will I know what to do?" he asked innocently.

Ignicio slowly thrust the finger in and out of the younger man, curling it occasionally, brushing against the Lycan's inside.

"Should I fuck you hard or slow? Or both? Fast and hard, work you up fast and make you come hard. Or slow and deep, tease you with intense touches, and keep you in blissful agony as long as possible."

He didn't reply, but let out a low, keening whine, legs wrapping around the man's hips as he rested his forehead on Ignicio's shoulder silently. His hips moved a little quicker against the hand, moaning softly.

"I don't care." he growled out. "Just please..."

"You don't care?"

He grinned widely. "Well then, I'm going to take you long and slow and tease you. My only order is that you don't come until I say so." His red eyes flashed.

This was going to be fun.

His hands found Rico's hips and pulled him down on his arousal slowly.

The young werewolf whimpered quietly. He felt that he'd been teased a lot already.

He let out a soft cry as he was pulled down, rocking in Ignicio's lap with a quiet whine, his legs tightening around the man's hips. His hand tightened around his arousal, pumping himself a few, quick times, head throwing back with a moan.

The hands on the Lycan's hips guided him to rock on his lap slowly.

He didn't move his own hips, merely pulled Rico's down against his, lifting him almost entirely off his length, then pulled him down against just as slowly.

Ignicio was planning on torturing the man for all he was worth.

He whimpered quietly at the slow pace, attempting to move his hips quicker, writhing in the man's lap. His nails dug into the man's shoulders as he pumped himself faster, causing his legs to tremble.

"Nicio, please..."

"My pace," he reminded the wolf in a murmur.

His hand's didn't let up guiding the man's hips against his own. He wasn't in the mood to play merciful.

He was going to torture this man with pleasure.

He let out a frustrated sob, burying his face in the side of the man's neck. His hand slowed its pace, remembering the earlier order. If he kept this up, he would come... but then again, he really wanted...

The lycan shuddered with a soft whimper, gazing up at the elder man pleadingly.

"...Please...I want..."

Ignicio grinned when the man sobbed.

"You want?" he asked, 'clueless' as to what the man wanted, head cocking to teh side slightly.

Try as he might, the grip on his face just wouldn't leave.

He growled quietly, irritated by the man's insistence on playing dumb. Ignicio knew what he wanted, so why didn't he...?

His hand drifted down his stomach to touch himself again, whining softly as his palm made contact with the sensitised skin.

"I want to come... please..."

He hated saying things like this. It was humiliating, but...

Ignicio chuckled softly.

This was amusing.

He wondered... The vampire stopped guiding Rico's hips, holding them still as he stared at him silently. How long until to wolf broke?

How long would he last until he had to take control to bring himself to release? How long would his self control last? He was curious.

He whined in frustration, hips writhing in Ignicio's grasp in an attempt to just move. But he couldn't. His head buried into the crook of the man's neck and shoulder. He really didn't want to do this himself. It was humiliating. But then Nicio didn't seem like he would...

"...Please..."

He was near giving up hope now.

Ignicio gripped and continued to sit silently, holding the man's hips tight.

This was fun. He loved getting a reaction out of people and this embarrassment was amusing.

His grin widened further when the wolf pleaded with him.

He growled quietly, glaring up at him.

"Bastardo." It was half a snarl, half a whimper, his lip curling at the man, yet feeling helpless. Well then, he had no choice but to...

His hand curled around his arousal once more, letting out a deep moan of relief as he stroked himself, bucking into his hand. Silver eyes slid shut silently, not wanting to look at that smug grin as he did this.

He let out a quiet whine, shuddering as he pumped himself a little faster, head lolling back against his shoulders.