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A continuation from this thread

Leo's slouched down on the bed by the time Nick comes back. There's a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette hanging between his lips.

He watches Nick as he comes into the room, blue eyes tinged with gold zeroing in on the marks he left on the younger were's neck. The smoke is finished and stubbed out and the glass is put down beside it on the bed side table. "Better. Much better. C'mere." He pats his lap.

Leo's removed his shirt while Nick was in the shower, boots as well, but left his jeans on though he didn't imagine they'd stay long.

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The second Nick is in his lap, Leo's hands slide up his thighs to his hips, leaving long, red lines in the wake of his nails before he grips his hips hard enough to bruise. The man is beautiful and Leo knows he has no trouble pulling in unsuspecting victims; idiots who fall for Nick's charm and then at Leo's hand.

The blonde noses at his neck, inhaling the clean scent of the plain soap Leo insists be used and the underlying scent that is all Nick, one he wears proud even though they're the only two that can actually smell it.

Sharp teeth find earlier's wounds and he bites down, hard, once again spilling coppery blood over Nick's neck and his own lips and he laps at them slowly, while one hand moves to the draw beside the bed until it finds the tube he's looking for.

"Get yourself ready for me. I want to watch."

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Nick jerks into the touch with another sibilant hiss, head tipping back yet again to give Leo his throat. The welts and bruises might not stay as long as the open wounds, but they'll linger far longer than anything 'normal' would, and the knowledge has Nick squirming into Leo with pleasure.

He goes still when Leo finds the still-bleeding wound on his Neck, and when Leo rips it open again Nick jerks his hips into Leo with a punched out groan that's as much arousal as pain. The feel of Leo's tongue lapping at the wound, slow and rough, is almost more than he can take and he whimpers, digging nails that are almost (not quite, he'd never dare) claws into Leo's shoulders to anchor himself. It takes him longer than it should, long enough he's expecting Leo's wrath, to pry one shaking hand loose and take the lube from Leo, lean back and make himself meet the older man's eyes with a gaze that's gone all gold and completely unfocused.

He doesn't speak, just nods jerkily as he flips it open and spills some over his fingers before he lifts himself up and, graceful even in this awkward position, reaches behind himself. He won't be any more gentle than Leo would have been, and he pushes two fingers in with no fanfare and a grunt of discomfort.

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Leo watches, golden eyes entranced on the actions of the other man, as those fingers work at stretching him open, getting him ready for what Leo wants to do to him.

"Take your time. Enjoy it." He smiles. "I want you to enjoy it." He reaches out to run his clawed fingers over Nick's thigh, tickling pale skin. "And then I want to enjoy it."

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Nick presses his forehead to Leo's with a shudder and a groan at the drag of claws over his skin and... that smile. Christ, that always does him in for some reason. Makes him wish he could return it, and he looks down at Leo with unfocused golden eyes, sweat beginning to bead on his skin as he makes himself slow, knees spreading wider over Leo's thighs as he works himself open the way he likes it. It's still fast, and a little rough, but steady as he moves over Leo, focusing on the heat of him where they touch and the rough drag of Leo's jeans against his balls and inner thighs as he adds a third finger.

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Pressing forward, Leo bites at Nick's lower lip, sucking it in between his teeth and breaking the skin. Both hands rest on his hips and squeeze hard enough to leave bruises that will heal before anyone else will see them. He's learned to be okay with that, but it tends to make each bite harder, more brutal.

"You ready?"

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Nick moans into Leo's mouth and jerks back hard onto his own fingers at the bright burst of blood on his lips and tongue. The pain just has him that much harder, more eager, and at Leo's question he pulls his fingers free.

"Yes," he rumbles. It's probably not near enough prep for most people, but it's more than Nick strictly needs, and he doesn't want to wait. Wants to feel the burn and tear of Leo pushing in, a counterpoint to the brutal marks he'll leave with fangs and claws. "Always."

Sorry, it's been a bad week and I haven't had the headspace for smut (which I'm still dumb at)

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Smirking at the other were's eagerness, Leo reaches down to undo the button and zip of his jeans, shoving his pants down just enough to get his cock out. Reaching for the live once more, he slicks himself up just a bit and then tugs at Nick's hip with one hand, using the other to guide himself to his entrance.

"Then show me."

no worries

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Nick has to make himself shift away enough to give Leo room, both hands clutching tight at the older man's shoulders in an almost bruising grip. The marks wouldn't stay any more than the ones Leo gives him, but he's usually careful not to mark him up all the same. Nick moves eagerly into place once Leo's pulled himself free, muscles quivering with tension as he eases into position over Leo's cock. Leo's barely slick enough, but the second he gives permission Nick shoves himself down, going all the way in one long, brutal stroke that envelops Leo in too-tight heat.

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Leo chokes out a moan, hands gripping tight at Nick's hips in a bruising grip and forces him to move without giving him a chance to adjust to the intrusion. He bites at Nick's neck again, dragging him back down.

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Nick doesn't try to resist Leo's compulsion, he never does, just drops his head forward with a stuttering hiss as Leo sets a brutal pace. Chin to his chest, he grips Leo's shoulders even tighter as he's speared open over and over again, blood adding to the slick just barely easing Leo's way as he forces protesting muscles to work through the pain. It'll fade soon enough, and once it begins to he tips his head back again, putting the blood-streaked expanse of his throat on display for Leo again.

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His claws are out and his fangs are out and he doesn't remember that happening. Nails dig into hips and blood wells to the surface around them. He keeps up the rough thrusts, dragging Nick down to meet each stroke up. "Jesus Fuck. So hot."

hate that

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Nick keens as Leo's claws dig into his hips and the scent of blood gets thicker on the air. If he were human the pain and the blood loss would be starting to take their toll, but he's not, and Nick simply keeps up the punishing pace Leo's set, slamming himself down over and over as his heart hammers and his breathing goes ragged and strained. He leans forward again and muffles his next cry against Leo's lips.

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Leo captures those lips in a biting kiss, his hands travelling up Nick's back and pulling him close. He finds the leverage and uses it to roll them over, pushing Nick onto his back. It makes it easier for him to drive into the younger man, setting a brutal pace.