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Billy Hargrove, 20

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[dead_tongue]

I mean, yeah, obviously that's a fantasy of mine, but I also wanna snowball your blood!

[otherbitches]

[ SNOWBALL HIS BLOOD??? ] Yeah okay.

So, you vant to suck my blud. What else?

[dead_tongue]

Really?!? Yay! Billy, you're so good to me!

I mean, I vant to suck your dick pretty much any time of day, duh.

[otherbitches]

And I'm pretty grateful for how regularly you vant to suck my dick, but, yeah.

I liked... what you did before. [ Said slowly, thoughtfully, still hard to say: when you gay fucked me in public. ] I'm curious now.

Didn't realize Munson taught you.

[dead_tongue]

You're hot and you're my friend. You get extra special privileges.

Yeah? Good. I was a little mean to you, but... you were really just so beautiful.

Mmhmm. He was the only other vampire I knew of, so I tracked him down and he choked me and railed me onstage and then we went backstage and he showed me how to not kill people! I was mad at you but not mad enough to actually hurt you.

[otherbitches]

[ He preens under the praise, even under his ingrained, often-present discomfort. It lessens day by day, and he feels a little something too— jealousy? No. Not exactly. But, a little twinge of something. ]

Appreciate it. I'd kind of been a bit of a bastard.

You two talk about me?

[dead_tongue]

Yeah, you were. But I overreacted just a touch.

Oh, of course!

...why? That turn you on? Knowing that I hype you up to other people? That I tell them how gorgeous you are?

[otherbitches]

Maybe. But I'd probably let you do it again. Since you know how to not kill me.

[ He sounds like he's settling, and he is. He's in their bed, on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a call in his brain. ] Depends. You tell them them I'm hot, what else? [ His fingers brush over his buttons. ]

[dead_tongue]

I'd never hurt you for real. You're my favourite roommate.

[Iggy's still at the brothel, half debating a bath.]

Well. If it's someone I don't know well, I just tell them you've got great hair, and an absolutely unreal body. Tight ass. An obscenely beautiful mouth.

If I were to speak to someone you wouldn't mind knowing... I might tell them that you fuck like a pornstar.

[otherbitches]

I'm your only roommate.

[ Your roommate who's kind of casually masturbating, there's no other sane way to have these conversations, or at least, it eases Billy up. ]

You can tell anybody I fuck like a pornstar. That's just the honest truth.

So what, you two want to bite me? And what, you want to fuck me? Or you want me to fuck you?

[dead_tongue]

Still the best one.

[Which is... more than fine, really. It lends the whole telepathic link a certain eroticism.]

You realise the irony here being that I literally did a form of pornography for a living, right?

[He hums to himself, both aloud and mentally.]

Yes, we want to bite you. We've both already done it, and you liked it. I bet you think about it, sometimes. Where did he bite you, anyway? Your neck?

Mmm. Undecided. What would you like, sweetie?

[otherbitches]

Mmmm. [ Now he's mostly thinking about Iggy doing pornography. Solo camwork took some explanation, some, "What's the internet?" but... ]

You think I could have made it in porn? Should have headed back to LA as soon as I graduated. Might've lived.

And undecided. You could have fucked me on stage. [ A neat and tidy way of saying: he's only been fucked in the ass twice in Rubilykskoye. ]

[dead_tongue]

I know you could have. You've got a look. The first time I saw you, I thought, "holy shit it's an 80s Playgirl centerfold."

Mmhmm. One of the greatest regrets of my life, Billy.

I'd be real, real nice to you. I've been getting my top practice in.

[otherbitches]

[ He preens under the attention, drags his hand over the cock, Iggy's voice familiar, warm, arousing. It had felt insane on stage, to be that keyed up, to want Iggy's forgiveness so fucking bad. He'd have let him, he thinks, wouldn't have put up any fight at all, cross or not, at Iggy opening him up and pushing inside.

How similar would it be to Jim Hopper? How similar would it have been to the surreal roughness of Danny Johnson? Neither of those felt in his control.

It's awkward with his hand on his dick, but he thinks, stilted: ] I would have let you. But I'm not— [ Jesus Christ. ]

Real good at letting go.

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy never laughs out loud. Not really, not like most people do. Billy's heard Iggy laugh properly once, when Iggy had come to their room just to throw cigarettes in his face, but that's the only time anyone in Rubilykskoye has. Over a link such as this, though, there is the feeling of laughter. Like everything else about Iggy, it's bright.]

No shit, I hadn't noticed!

[Physically, Iggy sits on the edge of the brothel bed. He's half hard but not sure what to do about it.]

I could tie you up. I'm quite good at that, now. Tie you to the bed and eat you out until you can't stand it anymore.

[otherbitches]

[ The laughter's a surprise because Iggy— is mirthful. Gleeful. Bright always, but the sense of laughter trickles over and maybe a few weeks ago it would have put Billy on edge. Instead it lightens the mood a little. Iggy knows what's fucking... wrong with him. Some of it. That makes it a little easier to bumble through it.

And also— ]

Fuck. [ He hisses through his teeth, and through the connection the word is a bright burst of surprise. Billy grinds his palm against the head of his dick, grips the base, breathes. ] No one's ever— you wanna eat me out? [ Anachronistic computing noises. ]

[dead_tongue]

Of course I do, baby. You're absolutely beautiful, Billy Hargrove, and that includes your ass.

You only ever have to ask. I'm very enthusiastic.

[Forget half hard, the fantasy has him at full mast now.]

Are you considering it?

[otherbitches]

[ Is he considering it? His hand's fisting his dick, and he's trying to picture it. He's eaten girls out before, slid his down and lapped at them all over, but, no one's ever done it to him. He's never thought about someone doing it to him.

He's thinking about it now. ]

Seems like you really wanna. [ A little breathless, and the fantasy's weird. Iggy, his ass, Eddie, something, something vampires. ] Guess I'd let you pop my cherry.

[dead_tongue]

Oh, I wanna.

Billy, sweetie, I'd treat you so good, you know I would. Don't I always?

[He wants to please so very, very badly.]

It's very sensitive. You know that, right? Lots of nerve endings. Having a tongue on them... well. It feels electric.

I know you're touching yourself right now. I can feel it.

[otherbitches]

[ It's funny, because Iggy does treat him well always, which is infinitely more than Billy actually deserves. ]

Cheater.

[ Billy wonders if he can. If he can actually feel him twisting his handaround his dick, how he sticks two fingers in his mouth, tongue lapping at them before his hand draws down, fingers brushing over his hole. Back home, when he'd do this, he'd do it quickly, marveling at the pressure, the way it felt, how quickly it'd make him come. Now he focuses on how the wet digits feel brushing over his hole. ] Fuck.

[ He's not stingy, in the privacy of their room, with the company of Iggy in his mind, he shoots over some of the mental images, some of mental motion. He breathes through his nose. ] You vanna eat me out while he vites me?

[ Shitty, shitty vampire talk. ]

[dead_tongue]

I don't cheat.

[Iggy can't feel every touch, no, but the nature of this communication means every word is coloured by emotion. He knows Billy well enough by now to sense when he's aroused.

The images are a pleasant surprise. Iggy chews his lower lip again, then with a sigh loosens his robe so he can slip a hand inside to run his fingers lightly over his cock.]

Oh, yes. [A purr more than an actual word.

Iggy is an artist and so his mind's eye is very clear. Billy says it, and so he pictures it in exquisite detail: his face buried in Billy's cheeks, tongue lapping over his taint and asshole. Eddie he renders with a loving eye, fangs sinking into Billy's neck. Blood running in sticky rivulets over Billy's golden chest.

In his mind, both men are the most beautiful creatures to ever exist.

He sends this little mental movie over as he strokes himself.]

[otherbitches]

[ The little mental movie does it, partially because it's so unexpected, all that mental stimulus. What it would feel like to have Iggy's tongue on him there, the bite from Eddie that'll seep deep within him, make everything more, and then the way they're... beautiful. More real than real, brighter colors, brighter something, rendered in something intangible.

Maybe that's just how Iggy sees the world.

He mumbles bullshit back, is fully into it, imagining the drag against his hole, feeling his own hand striping his dick. He imagines that's Eddie's hand, and his teeth, and— ]

Fuck, Iggy, yes— [ He comes in his hand, in their bed, gasping out loud and into that little mental space made for the two of them. ] Eddie, Jesus Christ.

[ Weird two-person threesome, but Billy's lax and freshly come when he runs a hand through the cum on his stomach. ] Come on, baby, you need to come too. You wanna do it inside me or on me?

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy is at heart a people-pleasing hedonist, and he feels a savage sort of triumph when he knows he's made Billy come, even from far away. Sexual power is what he's most comfortable with.

And now he can focus on himself, which Billy seems more than happy to help with. It warms his heart.]

Inside. Show me how you'd want that.

[otherbitches]

[ Inside. Inside. That thrums in Billy, makes his guts tremble, make his spent dick kick almost painfully. He's laid out in the bed, eyes blown and cast on the ceiling when he thinks about it, about how it would have felt if he'd been facing the other way on the X cross, Iggy nudging between his cheeks.

Here though, he's already on his back, and he hitches his thigh up, hand trailing down to rub over his hole again. He hasn't bottomed much. Not really. But he thinks he'd let Iggy. ]

Come on, Melville. Want you to fuck me. Think you can handle it?

[dead_tongue]

Oh, I can.

[Perfect confidence. A few months ago he'd have hesitated a little more, but he's been absolutely destroying Jesse Pinkman among others on the regular, so he's sure of his topping abilities now.

He thinks, focusing on crafting the most detailed image he can:

Billy, open and wanting. Entering him slow, torturously slow, getting every hot inch of his dick sink in.

He can see every bead of sweat on Billy's back. Can feel Billy's hair knotted in his fist.

He sends these images, and then on the heels of that: him fucking Billy hard and fast.]