Pe/Chi vampiros? : )
There’s the night and there’s them, half naked under the stars and shivering because of the cold winds spring brings. The curtains dance around them and everything is quiet, so quiet that Miguel thinks only Manuel’s fangs would be able to penetrate that silence.
And so he tilts his head to the right, a suggestive smile on his face and closes his eyes as Manuel runs his hands around his chest and shoulders, as Manuel’s lips kiss the soft skin of his neck and his fingers close gently around Miguel’s dick.
Miguel sighs and moans, and he feels the heat rise from his stomach to his chest and just when he thinks he couldn’t be even more overwhelmed, Manuel’s bite into his skin and it feels like his veins are in the middle of a fire.
And it’s enough to make him hard.
MIGUEL = TRAMP
MANUEL = LADY
MARTÍN = AN INSANE DUDE WITH A FAKE MOUSTACHE THAT TALKS AND SINGS TO DOGS.
TINY SIDEKICK IT’S TOO OBVIOUS. (And not so dignified).