He'd woken up horny... the one time Vrasje was sound asleep, curled up in front of him.

 Stretching a bit beneath the blankets, Marquise watched the man breathe calmly in and out, his tempo nearly perfect. 

Now that he thought about it, Vrasje hadn't been breathing when they'd first met unless they had gotten worn out. Recently, though, he remembered that the guy had been breathing pretty regularly. 

Mm, I like it. 

He rolled onto his belly, then propped himself up on his elbows and leaned forward to nuzzle his forehead against the other man's gently. He quickly got distracted by Vrasje's long bangs and grabbed a length to tug on. 

When his vampire still didn't awaken, he leaned closer with the length of silky hair still between his lips and pressed his nose into the crook of Vrasje's neck.  

"Jey..." he half whispered, half groaned. 

How could he sleep so deeply? Don't vampires rarely need to rest? 

He was just about to give up and just let his body calm itself down when he heard a barely-there chuckle. 

You...

Scowling, Marquise released the length of hair from between his lips and sat up. Not a second later and he was tugged back down by Vrasje's strong arms. Another moment passed and he was now sitting on top of Vrasje's firm chest with a deep blush on his face. 

"I'm sorry, love. You were being so adorable and seemed quite content with your exploration. I couldn't interrupt."

Of course not, Marquise grumbled in his mind even as his fingers flexed against Vrasje's smooth skin. 

"I'm hard," he eventually mumbled. 

Vrasje gave another chuckle and raised an eyebrow as he stared pointedly at Marquise's lower bits. 

"Clearly. Are you in need of assistance from a very handsome, skilled, vampire?" Vrasje asked, never taking his attention away from a certain taut item. 

Marquise scoffed immediately as he looked away, glaring at the wall. 

"What Skill?" 

In the blink of an eye Marquise was on his back with Vrasje's cool body pressed comfortable against his own. 

Long tendrils of the man's hair settled against his shoulders and the right side of his face as he leaned closer, a knowing smirk on his face until it vanished as his face moved past his own to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. 

"I have been around a very long time, love. I've not had many partners, and they've all been female, but I've learned quite a lot. I believe I will be able to please you," he said with such sure words that Marquise's heart nearly jumped out of his chest with how fast it was now beating. 

Aren't you half dead? Why are you beating so fast?!

Marquise was snapped out of his thoughts as one of Vrasje's hands reached up to settle against he back of his head, then gently pressed down, guiding him forward until their mouths touched. 

The next several minutes were quite a blur of motion and some awkward bantering about how he didn't even bother to prepare Vrasje's poor backside after switching their positions again and shoving himself inside!

His ingenious response when hissed at? 

Werewolf. 

Wolves clearly didn't prep in the wild, so he hadn't exactly known that he should have done so with a vampire! The man was his first try at physical intimacy, too. Being an alpha hadn't really allotted him much time for relationships.

He was just considering pulling out and letting his body cool off in the fountain out back when Vrasje grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place. 

"Stop being so stubborn. Just because I'm correcting you doesn't mean I don't want to continue," Vrasje said as he gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze. 

Marquise pursed his lips as his fingers flexed slightly against Vrasje's chest, but he couldn't bring himself to argue anymore. 

Sighing out his frustration, he nudged his hips forward a tiny bit, silently telling the man to get on with his lecture if he intended to teach him what he evidently needed to know. 

Vrasje turned his head where it rested against a pillow and nodded toward the nightstand. 

"There are a few bottles in the drawer there. Grab one, please." 

Marquise did as told, taking the first one he could reach. He then handed it to Vrasje before returning his hand to the man's chest with a pout. 

Vrasje just grinned at him before unscrewing the top of the bottle. After tapping it a few times against his palm, his hand came away quite wet. 

Once he replaced the bottle on the nightstand, that hand reached right between his legs where they were still connected and grabbed Marquise! The cold chill of the thick liquid made him jump slightly, startled. 

"It will warm up quickly as you begin to move again, love," Vrasje said calmly as he coated what he could of Marquise's length with the strange fluid, then gave it a gentle tug. 

"Let's try again, shall we?" he asked with a grin as he reached up with his clean hand and pressed it against the side of Marquise's cheek. 

Marquise didn't hesitate to begin pressing forward again, and, to his surprise, it was much easier to maneuver inside of the other man now. He quickly settled on an even rhythm as he felt Vrasje's legs wrap around his waist, hugging his body closer and goading him on with the simple gesture. 

As soon as Marquise leaned close enough Vrasje reached up with his arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, hugging him even closer and guiding Marquise's head into the crook of his neck. 

He didn't need another hint. Sinking his fangs into the man's neck, he picked up his pace as shivers began to run up and down his spine and his breathing picked up, turning into pants. 

Soon he felt Vrasje's fingers intertwining in his hair tightly, making his hips move even faster as the man finally began to make some quiet sounds of pleasure. 

He was just about to lose himself and Vrasje was just now getting into it enough to make noise... 

You will learn, love. I am enjoying myself very much, I am just not normally one to make sounds. Nor have I ever been on the bottom of such an exchange. You are bringing out quite a new side to me, Marra. 

Marquise felt his face warm as he arched his back and groaned against the man's cool skin. His body released as he tensed and Vrasje's arms and legs tightened around him further. 

Feels good. 

He'd felt a very simple version of what he was now feeling every once in a while when his length became oddly hard in the morning, but those times didn't even come close to comparing to the intensity of the current sensations he was going through. 

It took him a few moments to come down from his hazy orgasm, but when he finally returned to himself and retracted his fangs his arms felt like Jell-O and he gladly allowed Vrasje to guide him downward until he was lying on the man's chest.   

Hmm, wait a second...

Vrasje was still hard. 

"It's alright, you did very well. It's time to rest," Vrasje said, making Marquise scowl before looking up at the man. 

When Vrasje simply tilted his head slightly, smiling contently, Marquise's scowl deepened. He didn't really want to touch the guy right then, especially since he was a bit shaky from what they'd just done and he really didn't want that thick liquid on his hands...

Pushing himself to the side after pulling out, Marquise rolled off of him until he was on his back. As he moved off of him Vrasje pushed himself up onto his elbow and turned his naked body to face him. 

"Go ahead, it's only fair," Marquise said before quickly turning his head to face away. 

He was pretty nervous, but Vrasje hadn't seemed to mind his show of affection, so surely it wouldn't be too bad for him, either. 

Vrasje didn't seem like he was for the idea, however, and he was likely about to decline when Marquise turned his head back to face him before pointedly looking down at the man's stiff length. 

"I'm an alpha werewolf. I can handle a little sex." 

Vrasje raised his eyebrows, but instead of hesitating further, he actually moved until he was overtop him on his hands and knees. 

When Marquise just closed his eyes and swallowed once, Vrsaje leaned down and began nibbling at his neck. 

It took a few more moments before he settled his body on top of him, and even though he knew it probably wouldn't hurt much, since Vrasje had been fine, Marquise couldn't help but hear his heartbeat thumping hard in his ears. 

"I'll be gentle," Vrasje eventually said as he moved a bit here and there. 

When Marquise finally felt his length press up against his backside he fidgeted slightly. The man had reapplied the cold liquid from that jar. 

It's probably for the best. Just in case. 

"Just shove it in. I did it to you and you were fine pretty quickly," he said, keeping his eyes closed. 

Vrasje waited a few more moments, kissing him and rubbing a hand firmly over his hips before replying. 

"I'm a vampire, love. A lot of my nerves have died long ago, yet it still hurt. Let's take it slower." 

Marquise blinked open his eyes and glared up at the man. 

"I'm part vampire, too. I'll be fine. Let's get this over with. You're not gonna hurt me." 

Vrasje didn't look convinced, but he eventually sighed and positioned himself better. 

"I will get you some medication and compresses once we are done," he said, making Marquise open his mouth to respond... only to end up squealing like an angry three day old baby when Vrasje abruptly thrust himself completely inside!

And that was how their first time went. With him enjoying himself quite a bit inside Vrasje... and Vrasje making him faint before he could even come close to his own orgasm.