True Blood: Russell/Talbot
Title: Indulgence
Fandom: Trueblood
Pairing: Russell/Talbot/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t claim anything. Please don’t sue me.
Warnings: Explicit sexual situations.
Spoilers: None
Summary: You don't stay married for over 700 years without some semblance of "date nights". Shameless pwp.
AN: Written for toestastegood for the five acts meme she's running. I managed to fill four things out of the five with this: collars, double penetration, sex pollen (in this case V), and marks. Reposted to my journal because it's gotten some minor revisions.
When they do this, Russell always insists on a collar. It is dark and heavy, laquered with a simple, metal loop in the front. Against Talbot’s olive skin it couldn’t be more perfect, just an inch or so above constricting. The Grecian vampire must lean down slightly while Russell does it up, because the elder of the pair is a good head shorter than him and it gives Talbot enough of a reason to crowd him, testing and teasing with a deliberate breath along the shape of an ivory ear.
Russell doesn’t give him the satisfaction yet. He secures the collar in place with little delay and, once it’s done, leans back to admire the sight with his hands smoothing the silk over Talbot’s shoulders. Nestled just above the dip of his clavicle, the bond looks rather natural and infinitely appealing. Those thin lips will curl themselves into the position of satisfaction before Russell works the edges of his lover’s shirt up, just enough so that his claim to Talbot isn’t quite so obvious. Still, he can’t resist sliding a finger into the hitch at the front, pulling the younger male down to meet his lips in a slow, simmering kiss, his other hand lacing its way into the ebon curls at the back of Talbot’s head.
Just when it’s starting to get good, when Talbot has stepped into the space between to put their bodies flush against one another, Russell primly draws back and begins to slowly stride for the door. The limo will be waiting for them outside, and they will ride in a comfortable silence that only the companionship of centuries can afford them. Talbot doesn’t mind, mostly because Russell can’t keep his greedy, tempered hands from touching the collar and preening at his clothing in a constant show of forgetting himself.
To Talbot, it’s endearing, as much as it is revealing. He is glad, though, to lean into his Maker’s hands, long lashes lowered in the most docile and willful way. In his good mood he is more than willing to indulge Russell who has, in turn, indulged him.
When they get to the club, the shorter of the pair fiddles with Talbot’s shirt collar for the last time. His lips quirk wryly, and the two share a fond gaze in the darkness before Russell purrs for Talbot to go and pick them a fresh one.
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Contrary to the popular belief of their house, Talbot can and does fuck men. If any gravity could be given to the breathy, desperate cries of the blonde youth riding his cock now, it should also be said that he’s quite good at it.
Russell watches from the foot of the hotel bed, naked and nursing an erection in an idle hand. Talbot always tends to pick them a little young and this night is no exception. The man can barely be into his college days, strong and hurried for a release and all too willing to throw aside reservations for a night of fun. It’s not obvious that he’s been experimenting with vampires because there are no telling puncture marks on his throat. There is, however, the long line of a scar that arches itself over one of his collarbones, typical of someone who is clever enough to embellish a wound to cover up the smaller sign of a larger truth. That he hesitated only a moment at seeing Russell inside the limo also indicates that he is willing to take a risk and that his previous vampiric tryst was a good one.
The man was probably some sort of athlete, Russell decided. He was big and lean, tanned almost seamlessly throughout, and the vampire wasn’t pretending his eyes weren’t drawn to the muscles that shifted beneath the smooth skin of the human’s back as he tried to work along with Talbot’s hips and hands. He’s got his arms around Talbot’s shoulders and his pulse is as loud as a drum, barely muffled by the moans he gives to the headboard behind the dark vampire’s shoulder as he snaps himself shamelessly down over and over on a riggid cock, enraptured.
Talbot’s eyes, however, are squarely on Russell, dark and narrowed in a way that is both smouldering and entirely devious. The only one who is surprised is the human when Talbot’s hands, which have helped with the process of deepening the contact thus far, suddenly pin the man to a full seat over his heavy balls. The young man keens a little and leans back, startled and protestant to look at the vampire with a question not quite coherently passing his lips. His answer comes in the form of a bead of blood dotting the tip of Talbot’s thumb, easily cut open by the edge of one of his fingernails. The boy opens up and takes his medicine, and Russell is privately glad that he can’t see the grin that spreads across his face. It’s far too predatory for any mortal to feel comfortable with.
It must taste sweet, but tangy upon their temporary partner’s tongue, a flavor wholly unique to Talbot. It’s the age which brings on the sudden rush, so obvious by the shudder that takes the blonde’s entire being before every muscle seems turned to water. Talbot takes the oppertunity to dump the man off, spilling his taut and eager flesh across the well-worn hotel sheets. Russell moves then, practically slithering over the sheets to the two and settling just inches away from the young man’s head. When Talbot flips the blonde over, his mouth his right where it needs to be, pressed gasping and wet against the jut of Russell’s pale hip. Though he has a sort of glazed look about him, the human knows exactly what he’s meant to do and swallows Russell down until he’s unwittingly gagging a little around the thick flesh. Mercifully, the vampire doesn’t thrust like he wants to, instead passing Talbot a look that seems to ask what he’s gotten them into this time.
But Talbot just laughs, softly, and pulls the boy back by the hips in order to both free him of his predicament and put him in position for a new one. The blonde -neither of them know his name- is pliant in a way achieved only by the consumption of vampiric blood and goes gladly. Russell doesn’t mind terribly how sloppy the mouth on his becomes, how the sensations on his cock dissolve to the vibration of moans and the weak but visceral attempt at suction. Because he’s leaned over and caught hold of Talbot’s collar, finger through the metal loop making him lean over their new friend’s back into a kiss both of them can get lost in, messy and indulgent and wholly possessive. They go gradually, thrusting into the good sport from both sides in a cadence that is frighteningly in synch, interrupted only when the body beneath them siezes with orgasm and Talbot accidentally sinks his nails into the canvas of the poor human’s back to keep himself from tumbling with him over the edge. Spots of blood pool hot and fresh beneath the abuse.
It sort of escalates from there.
Fandom: Trueblood
Pairing: Russell/Talbot/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t claim anything. Please don’t sue me.
Warnings: Explicit sexual situations.
Spoilers: None
Summary: You don't stay married for over 700 years without some semblance of "date nights". Shameless pwp.
AN: Written for toestastegood for the five acts meme she's running. I managed to fill four things out of the five with this: collars, double penetration, sex pollen (in this case V), and marks. Reposted to my journal because it's gotten some minor revisions.
When they do this, Russell always insists on a collar. It is dark and heavy, laquered with a simple, metal loop in the front. Against Talbot’s olive skin it couldn’t be more perfect, just an inch or so above constricting. The Grecian vampire must lean down slightly while Russell does it up, because the elder of the pair is a good head shorter than him and it gives Talbot enough of a reason to crowd him, testing and teasing with a deliberate breath along the shape of an ivory ear.
Russell doesn’t give him the satisfaction yet. He secures the collar in place with little delay and, once it’s done, leans back to admire the sight with his hands smoothing the silk over Talbot’s shoulders. Nestled just above the dip of his clavicle, the bond looks rather natural and infinitely appealing. Those thin lips will curl themselves into the position of satisfaction before Russell works the edges of his lover’s shirt up, just enough so that his claim to Talbot isn’t quite so obvious. Still, he can’t resist sliding a finger into the hitch at the front, pulling the younger male down to meet his lips in a slow, simmering kiss, his other hand lacing its way into the ebon curls at the back of Talbot’s head.
Just when it’s starting to get good, when Talbot has stepped into the space between to put their bodies flush against one another, Russell primly draws back and begins to slowly stride for the door. The limo will be waiting for them outside, and they will ride in a comfortable silence that only the companionship of centuries can afford them. Talbot doesn’t mind, mostly because Russell can’t keep his greedy, tempered hands from touching the collar and preening at his clothing in a constant show of forgetting himself.
To Talbot, it’s endearing, as much as it is revealing. He is glad, though, to lean into his Maker’s hands, long lashes lowered in the most docile and willful way. In his good mood he is more than willing to indulge Russell who has, in turn, indulged him.
When they get to the club, the shorter of the pair fiddles with Talbot’s shirt collar for the last time. His lips quirk wryly, and the two share a fond gaze in the darkness before Russell purrs for Talbot to go and pick them a fresh one.
---
Contrary to the popular belief of their house, Talbot can and does fuck men. If any gravity could be given to the breathy, desperate cries of the blonde youth riding his cock now, it should also be said that he’s quite good at it.
Russell watches from the foot of the hotel bed, naked and nursing an erection in an idle hand. Talbot always tends to pick them a little young and this night is no exception. The man can barely be into his college days, strong and hurried for a release and all too willing to throw aside reservations for a night of fun. It’s not obvious that he’s been experimenting with vampires because there are no telling puncture marks on his throat. There is, however, the long line of a scar that arches itself over one of his collarbones, typical of someone who is clever enough to embellish a wound to cover up the smaller sign of a larger truth. That he hesitated only a moment at seeing Russell inside the limo also indicates that he is willing to take a risk and that his previous vampiric tryst was a good one.
The man was probably some sort of athlete, Russell decided. He was big and lean, tanned almost seamlessly throughout, and the vampire wasn’t pretending his eyes weren’t drawn to the muscles that shifted beneath the smooth skin of the human’s back as he tried to work along with Talbot’s hips and hands. He’s got his arms around Talbot’s shoulders and his pulse is as loud as a drum, barely muffled by the moans he gives to the headboard behind the dark vampire’s shoulder as he snaps himself shamelessly down over and over on a riggid cock, enraptured.
Talbot’s eyes, however, are squarely on Russell, dark and narrowed in a way that is both smouldering and entirely devious. The only one who is surprised is the human when Talbot’s hands, which have helped with the process of deepening the contact thus far, suddenly pin the man to a full seat over his heavy balls. The young man keens a little and leans back, startled and protestant to look at the vampire with a question not quite coherently passing his lips. His answer comes in the form of a bead of blood dotting the tip of Talbot’s thumb, easily cut open by the edge of one of his fingernails. The boy opens up and takes his medicine, and Russell is privately glad that he can’t see the grin that spreads across his face. It’s far too predatory for any mortal to feel comfortable with.
It must taste sweet, but tangy upon their temporary partner’s tongue, a flavor wholly unique to Talbot. It’s the age which brings on the sudden rush, so obvious by the shudder that takes the blonde’s entire being before every muscle seems turned to water. Talbot takes the oppertunity to dump the man off, spilling his taut and eager flesh across the well-worn hotel sheets. Russell moves then, practically slithering over the sheets to the two and settling just inches away from the young man’s head. When Talbot flips the blonde over, his mouth his right where it needs to be, pressed gasping and wet against the jut of Russell’s pale hip. Though he has a sort of glazed look about him, the human knows exactly what he’s meant to do and swallows Russell down until he’s unwittingly gagging a little around the thick flesh. Mercifully, the vampire doesn’t thrust like he wants to, instead passing Talbot a look that seems to ask what he’s gotten them into this time.
But Talbot just laughs, softly, and pulls the boy back by the hips in order to both free him of his predicament and put him in position for a new one. The blonde -neither of them know his name- is pliant in a way achieved only by the consumption of vampiric blood and goes gladly. Russell doesn’t mind terribly how sloppy the mouth on his becomes, how the sensations on his cock dissolve to the vibration of moans and the weak but visceral attempt at suction. Because he’s leaned over and caught hold of Talbot’s collar, finger through the metal loop making him lean over their new friend’s back into a kiss both of them can get lost in, messy and indulgent and wholly possessive. They go gradually, thrusting into the good sport from both sides in a cadence that is frighteningly in synch, interrupted only when the body beneath them siezes with orgasm and Talbot accidentally sinks his nails into the canvas of the poor human’s back to keep himself from tumbling with him over the edge. Spots of blood pool hot and fresh beneath the abuse.
It sort of escalates from there.