No Other Lover

"Maybe if you got the hint the first time I wouldn't have to keep pulling," Ford replied, but there was laughter in his voice and a grin on his lips even as his head tilted back to expose more skin to Makoto's wandering mouth.

"A hint?" Makoto repeated, a smile on his own lips as he shifted to reach for the tube of lubricant that was stashed in the cubby under the seats, the outside of the tube chilled from sharing space with the frozen block of money. Squirting some of the slightly cool liquid onto two fingers, he rubbed at them lightly to warm it just enough before stopping Ford's next words with the abrupt press of one finger into his body.

The words that Ford had been about to say died in his throat at the sudden intrusion, all that came out instead was a strangled noise as one delicately clawed hand tightened in Makoto's hair, the other curling around the edge of the seat base to keep his precarious balance.

Makoto didn't spend a lot of time preparing Ford; it would have disappointed them both. Ford liked the slight pain that accompanied the intrusion, and Makoto absolutely loved the way Ford's body felt when it clenched tight around his dick like it was trying to keep him out.

While they both knew their driver would take a few detours and drive just barely over the speed limit in order to give them as much time as possible, they also knew that this was not the time for a leisurely body-exploring fuck. It was designed to be quick and hard and dirty -- unfortunately for whichever lackeys were being punished that week -- and Ford wouldn't have had it any other way as he wrapped his arms around Makoto's back and welcomed him into his body, growling low in the back of his throat as the other man moved hard and fast inside of him.

"My little kitty," Makoto muttered with a grin as he heard the noise, loving the sounds that Ford made, never bored with the way his lover felt around and against him, including the soft little whimpers and the almost animalistic growls he made.

As much as his hackles may have risen at being called 'little' over anything, Ford could barely find it in him to mind when Makoto's tone was so filled with affection, his thrusts slowing as he pushed in as deep as he could go, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in hard and slow, gaining almost breathless whimpers from the blond man.

"Are you going to come for me?" Makoto asked, lips soft against Ford's ear, a contrast to the sharpness of his teeth as he nipped carefully at the flesh, immediately licking away the blood that welled up and healing the small wounds.

"More," Ford replied, voice strained and tight as Makoto moved inside of him. While the older man hadn't been his first, he'd been his first sexual partner who'd actually bothered to make love to him rather than just getting themselves off in a quick and unsatisfying -- for Ford -- fuck.

"More? Greedy little kitty," Makoto laughed, voice dark and low in Ford's ears, a sound he never got tired of. Pulling out almost lazily, Makoto propped himself up above him, looking down at Ford and feeling his body pulse with an almost painful lust at the sight of Ford, flushed with blood from his recent feed, pretty mouth agape as he panted.

They could go without oxygen for a longer time if they wanted, but as far as vampires went, Ford was a baby and breathing was still a reflex to him.

"Makoto..."

"Mmh?" Makoto pulled himself from his thoughts and admiration of his half-naked lover at the almost plaintive tone.

"Are you going to fuck me or just watch me?" Ford asked, tone just a little bit irritated.

Lips lifting in a smirk, Makoto couldn't help but be contrary, "That depends. What are you going to do if I just watch you?"

"Bite you," Ford replied immediately with a glare, pouty lips turned down in a frown and blond brows angled. "Hard."

Makoto couldn't help but snort with laughter at that. It was cute and almost childish, and it made him happy to see that despite being a gang leader -- and a vampire -- Ford still acted like every other twenty-something in London sometimes, petulant and snarky.

"Makoto..."

Anything else that Ford had intended to say was swallowed up by Makoto's mouth and tongue as he leaned in to kiss the other man hard, slamming back into his body moments later and licking the cry of satisfaction that rose up in Ford's throat.

Once Makoto started moving inside of him hard and fast he had no care for the noise or mess they might be making, claw-tipped fingers tight on Ford's hips drawing blood even as Ford scrabbled at Makoto's back, his own sharp nails leaving streaks of blood in their wake as he broke the skin over and over again.

Neither man noticed the flashes of pain that accompanied each break of skin, the endorphins that flooded their systems keeping them riding the high of their love-making until Ford finally came, body convulsing and tightening spasmodically around Makoto's, almost forcefully pulling the other man's orgasm from him.

Lying under the heavy and sweaty weight of Makoto, Ford wasn't interested in moving at all, muscles still twitching now and then in the aftermath of their sexual fury.

Licking lazily at a smear of blood on Ford's shoulder, Makoto made a soft content noise at the sharp taste of it on his tongue. "You always taste so good," he said absently, sliding down Ford's body and licking at the wounds he'd inflicted on the blond's hips, watching as the skin knit itself back together.

"Shut up," Ford grumped, but Makoto could hear the pleased note in his voice. It was amusing some of the things that Ford pretended to take offense to.

"Yes, dear," Makoto replied as he lazily sat up, ignoring the damage to his own back as it would heal soon on its own -- he just couldn't deny that he loved the sharp taste of Ford's blood on his tongue, a taste that had only changed a little since his turning.

Reluctantly pulling his clothes back on, Makoto made sure to keep his eyes off of Ford as he stretched the kinks out of his back and legs or he'd be tempted to go for a second round right then, something that they didn't have time for when he could tell by turns the car was making that they were merely minutes from home.

"Get dressed, babe," he said. "We're almost home."

Ford grumbled but did as he was told, wiping himself clean with a stash of tissues before pulling his clothes back on and doing up all the zippers and buttons that accompanied his many layers.

As the car rolled to a stop in the long driveway that curled neatly behind the large headquarters, Ford reached down to pull the warming block of cash out of the cubby, still grimacing at the way it felt against sensitive skin as he climbed out of the car, ignoring the mess they'd left on expensive leather seats.

"You're cruel," Makoto said, but his lips were curved upwards in laughter.

"Someone's always in trouble," Ford said calmly. "They're likely to be so a second time after cleaning that up."

Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud at that, ignoring the surprised look the doorman gave him at the sound when they stepped into the front hall. "Like I said... you're cruel."