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Here's something I wrote for a story when I felt like it, that I probably won't use but enjoyed writing nonetheless. I wanna work on more cuz it feels like a challenge and I'm enjoying it. Hope you do too. I know the main character's name, not his yet, so the space is blank. Just in case you were wondering.

(Also I just read some of the old smut I wrote on a separate account and holy fuck it was garbage so I'm glad to say I've improved. Probably cuz I've been reading a shit load of smut in published series and I can't stop.)
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"Do you always play with your food?" He teased, barely more than a breath.

"Depends," I begin, fighting my smile. I run my hands slowly up his torso and put my lips to his ear so he can feel me when I lower my voice and say "are you my feast?"

His hips rock against me, so close to where I need him with only our undergarments keeping us apart. I release a moan into his ear, and when he chuckles I return it.

I plant a kiss below his ear and his hands dip to clutch my hips and he runs a thumb down the center of me. Gasping, my entire world centers on the feeling and I instinctively move against him.

____ lets out his own gasp and goes to remove my underwear. I remove his as well, and they soon join the rest of our clothes on the floor.

Needing more of him against me, I grip his hip and his neck and press my body against his until there's no space between us.

His thumb moves to my core and begins circling the most sensitive part of my body.  I let out a small moan, biting back as much of my reaction as I can by running my lips along his throat.

"Don't hide from me," he whispers, his head comfortably laying back on the pillows.

"I don't want to hurt you," I reply, breathing rapidly against his neck and my nails digging into his skin. My body curls against his and I keep my face angled away from his neck for a moment in an attempt to ignore the scent of his skin and blood. I bite back a larger moan which becomes almost a squeal as the pleasure builds down my spine and I grind harder against him.

His breathing quickens as well, and I can feel him throbbing, poised hard beneath me. I want him, but I can barely move with his thumb still making circles, my mind and body becoming more erratic while I move closer to my climax. The sound of his heartbeat fills my head, dances over my bones.

"You won't. I want this," he tilts his head to the side to expose his jugular and my senses leave me.

I bite into his throat, my control slipping entirely at the taste of him. My body stiffens, shaking all over with the pleasure he's given me, like dying and being born in the same moment and I can't breathe, can't think—

By the time I'm finished and I pull back to lick this fresh wound, I realize he was moaning with me. His eyes are shut, but he doesn't look like he's in pain, even with his blood on my lips— and my fingers from where I'd dug my nails into his side without realizing.

"I'm sorry," I kiss his cheek, leaving a pink stain.

He turns the chaste kiss into a deep one, using his hands to cup my face and his tongue to shut me up.

When he pulls away, our lips, noses, foreheads still touch.

"Never be. Shit," he mumbles to himself, "that was amazing."

"I'm not done yet— I need you. I need you now, I need all of you," I gasp into his mouth and dive a hand between us to grip him and line us up.

I slowly guide him into me, moaning all the while at the perfect fit. His own moans fill the air and his back arches, eyes clenching shut.

I don't think I could ever get sick of hearing those moans, of feeling them down my spine until we're as close as two people can be.

Without waiting more than a few seconds to gaze at him, his reaction the greatest thing I may have ever seen, I begin moving, lifting myself nearly to his tip before dropping hard into his lap again. He groans and grips my hips again to help me move as well as make his own movements. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room between our moans, and there begins our pattern.

We both quiet our moans as best we can— biting our lips, kissing each other until our faces are pressed together, even covering our mouths with our hands or each other's. The last thing we need is an audience.

But you can only hide so much sound, and we come together hard and deep until we've both drawn blood beneath our nails and we're both sweating and aching and—

"Ugh, fuck," he breathes against my throat as I lean over him, shaking with the building pressure in my body. He's panting, both of our movements becoming more savage and rough until—

I can't conceal my moan as climax tears through my body with a violent force, and I bite into his skin again to mask what sound I can.

He does the same, biting my shoulder and digging his nails into my backside as his own release finds him and he moves faster, drawing out our pleasure as long as possible before I collapse against him and we're both left an unraveled mess.

I remove my face from his throat, both of my bites already beginning to heal as I drag my finger through the remaining blood that drips down his neck. I lift it to my mouth and suck on my finger, leaning back to see him.

His face is wrecked, his eyes half-closed and lips parted and cheeks inflamed. I've never seen his eyes so bright, so blue like the waters of the eastern seas.

"You should do that more often."

"It doesn't hurt?" I whisper as a reply.

His smile makes my heart swell to the point of pain. "Only in the best way."

Biting my lip, I gently rub my fingers over his bite on my shoulder. He didn't draw blood like I did, not with my fangs, but I could feel the tender skin that would certainly be black and blue for days. "I'll do it if you do as well."

His smile remains and his fingers move with mine against my skin before he captures my lips in a softer kiss than any of our previous ones, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away. My breath catches and I move toward him with his teeth, both of us moaning softly as we realize he's still inside of me.

We giggle together, and I move off him only to lay against him with my face in his neck and legs straddling his. He wraps one arm around my waist and the other plays with a piece of my tangled hair.

For a long minute we simply lay there in peace together. Then he asks me if I want a hot bath.

"Only if you join me," I reply with a smile, rubbing my face against his neck.

He releases my hair and taps my waist twice before moving to lift me away. I help him, whining at the loss of contact but enjoying the view as he walks to his wall and grabs his robes.

When he sees me looking he lifts his eyebrow. "See something you like?"

"Lots," I say, dragging my eyes down the length of him, the evidence of our encounter still covering his pelvis and the healing marks on his throat.

He keeps a smirk as he wraps his robe on, asking me to gather our clothes beneath the bed as he moves to the mirror on his wall to make sure the fabric covers my claiming.

Once all is clear, he asks a guard down the hall to send for a servant to start a bath. Once they arrive with buckets of water, I'm beneath the bed atop our mountain of clothes and he sits on his bed with his legs off the edge. While they heat the buckets over the fire I run my hand over the muscles of his calf, out of sight of the servant.

_____ thanks the servant as they leave, locking the door behind them. He discards his robe somewhere I can't see as I move to escape the bed and stand. I barely make it before he lifts me into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. Then he brings us both into the water and we sigh together at the delicious heat.

The rest of our time together is soft and peaceful, as he helps me with my hair and my back as I do with him, and for a long time after we're clean, we just touch each other. It's no longer sexual, just soft with his knuckle down my arm and mine down his face. Or he runs his hand along my stomach and mine on his leg.

We're never not touching, as if this moment will last forever.

Sadly it doesn't, and once I'm dry enough I leave through the window before dawn, clothed the same as the day before.

By the time I'm home I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep without him beside me, missing him with an aching pain in my chest.