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“Octavius!”
“Be a statue and stiffen up, won’t you?” Octavius said with a laugh as he dropped down and began to grope his zombie.
“Octavius!” Turney gasped.
He giggled evilly as he flipped the male’s garment up, exposing his half hard cock. The perfect outfit, in his opinion. He’d chosen so well.
Octavius let out a surprised yelp as he found himself flipped onto his back, Turney on top of him.
“Two can play this game! I’m not the only one prancing around practically naked.”
Octavius laughed. “Play away, my zombie.”
Turney grinned, slipping down his body. Flipping the flaps of his pteruges up and out of the way, along with the linen garment underneath, the zombie freed his hard cock.
Octavius gasped as Turney wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few pumps. His balls pulled as he watched the zombie’s lips part and draw closer. He let out a low moan when they closed around his uncut tip, the male’s tongue probing his foreskin and teasing his slit.
He wound his hands into Turney’s hair, moaning loudly when the male sank down, taking his length down his throat. Turney took him so well despite his size.
Knowing the zombie loved when he did it, Octavius began to thrust upward into Turney’s mouth. The zombie let out a choking noise, which he found slightly entertaining, considering Turney didn’t need to breathe anymore. His zombie glanced up, heated gaze meeting Octavius’ as the male bobbed up and down on his prick. Hissing, he increased the speed of his thrusts.
“Fuck, you are good at that, my love.”
Turney hummed, sending a tingle through Octavius’ spine, as his throat and mouth vibrated around his throbbing cock.
“Too good,” he growled. Octavius pushed Turney back and off his cock, drawing a complaint from the zombie that ended in a cry of shock as he lunged at him with a giggle. They grappled.
“What are you doing, you crazy bat?” Turney laughed breathlessly, right as he managed to get the zombie flipped around and then positioned on his knees, ass facing Octavius.
Licking his lips, he flipped the fabric up and ran his hands over Turney’s smooth rounded ass. Hmm, yes, this outfit was a masterpiece.
* * *
“Fuck!”Turney moaned loudly, clinging onto the fake gravestone that he was bent over. Octavius was pumping into his hole, the sounds of their bodies colliding together echoed in the room. With each thrust, Turney’s cock bobbed and bumped against the surface of the stone, adding a hint of pain with the pleasure.
Speaking of the gravestone… It felt freakishly real and solid under his hands. He wouldn’t put it past Octavius to buy actual gravestones for his fake graveyard. Honestly, it sort of felt like he was having sex outside under the moonlight, with everything looking pretty realistic… The fog, the moon…and he swore he felt a slight breeze. His life was so weird.
On a particularly hard thrust, Octavius changed his angle, bumping right against his prostate, pulling a scream from his lips. The dumb gravestone and weird room just fled his mind as his body trembled and pleasure flooded him.
“Octavius!” he whimpered, clawing at the stone. The vampire’s pace remained rough, each plunge hitting just the right spot inside him.
Octavius chuckled. “Yes, Turney? Need something?”
“More!” he cried.
The vampire ran one of his hands up Turney’s back, tracing the claw mark there with the tips of his fingers. At the same time, his pace slowed until he was fucking into Turney with smooth, even thrusts. “More? More what, my dear zombie bun?”
Turney whined in frustration, pushing back into the thrusts, trying to get the vampire to speed up again. “Octavius, please!”
“Ah-ah-ahhh, please, what? If you won’t tell me, how am I supposed to know what you want? Hmm?” Octavius’ hand glided from his back to the front, wrapping around Turney’s dripping cock. As he began to jerk Turney off in time with his slow measured thrusts, what little brain cells he had left just went poof.
He let out a pathetic whimper, his brain struggling to form the words Octavius wanted him to say.
Octavius burst into laughter. “Oh, my poor zombie, what happened to your ability to speak? Only one hole is filled, as far as I can see.”
“Mercy,” he whimpered pathetically, clutching hard to the gravestone. He felt so close to release, he was trembling. He just needed one more push.
“All right, all right,” Octavius purred. Turney cried out, nails gouging into the stone as the vampire picked up his pace, his cock slamming into him again and again. The hand around his cock matching in speed. The band of pleasure that had been tightening inside him snapped, and a scream wrenched from his lips as his orgasm hit.
