Of peepin crows and vampires
Damon. Elena. Crow | 688 words | NC-17 | ~graphic sex. ~voyeurism. BIRD SEX. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also, thank you, upupa_epops for your help. For the TVD smutathon. Prompt: Damon/Elena. Damon's crow ruins the mood. by a-white-rain
It's all about her. Whatever Elena wants, Elena gets. (Elena knows that and Damon knows that and they're past pretending; they passed pretending somewhere between her last death and her first kill.)
It's always how Elena wants it, and what Elena wants today is quick and rough.
They make their way to a wall in his room; she tears his shirt off, which makes his jaw clench for just a fraction of a second, but then he mumbles Eager little vampire into her ear and then proceeds to bite it, bite her, before she positions him back to the way she wants him, her lips on his lips, his neck, his shoulders, his chest.
(Elena can have all of Damon, if she chooses to.)
He takes her hands into his, pins her to the wall. She wraps her hips around him, craves more flesh, more contact. More.
Elena's hands remove his belt from his pants and are unzipping his pants and then while he's trying to unzip her pants, there's her hand around his cock , and there's the movement of her hand, up and down, up and down. It's too much, the way he can smell her and taste her and feel her and his hands shake while he unzips her pants, but just a little.
(Not as much as the first time, anyway.
Not nearly as much.)
He rips the pants off of her, breaks away the black cotton panties. He kisses her then, bites into her lower lip, lets the blood run to her chin before he licks it away.
She picks up on the hint, removes her hand from his cock, bites into his shoulder, and on cue, Damon thrusts.
(Damon is good at following her cues these days.)
Elena is messy and greedy and this is the closest she comes to letting go of control these day; for brief moments she lets him do exactly what he wants to: but only when her fangs are in his shoulder (or his hip, or thigh, or neck) and when his cock is buried in her and when his blood is in her mouth.
But then she pulls her fangs out, stops.
What? Damon asks, between kissing her neck, not distracted enough to stop.
There's a crow in your room, she says.
He sighs. He's still not pulled out, not even stopped his thrusting, only slowed down.
So?
Damon, she whispers.
(Only his name. Always his name.)
Stop, Damon.
He pulls out of her then, rolls his eyes while she walks away from him, picks up her clothes.
Your loss, he shouts after her. She stops by his bed.
Get rid of the crow, Damon. Then we'll see if we can finish this.
(Getting cock-blocked by a crow is something no one thinks will happen to them. Until it does.)
She lets her pants fall on the floor, and she lies on his bed, on her side and props herself on her elbow.
(She'd be a picture of innocence: if she wasn't naked, that is.)
It takes him 2 minutes to catch the crow, and get rid of him. She doesn't move at all. Just follows his movement with her eyes, and when he comes to lie on top of her, she rolls them over.
At some point, before she comes but after she spills his blood on his sheets, they end up on the floor.
They remain lying there for a while, and then Elena raises her eyes to the window and starts laughing.
What? he asks. She starts wiping away the blood around her mouth, and points out what she's laughing at - the crow is now situated on a branch, a few feet from their window, visibly occupied with another crow, who seems to be producing some weird noises.
They think they can do better than us? We'll show them, Damon insists, lowers his head to her thighs.
Fine. But this is the first and the last time we're having a sex competition with a bird.
Of course it is, Damon murmurs against her thigh, because I intend to win the first time.
It's all about her. Whatever Elena wants, Elena gets. (Elena knows that and Damon knows that and they're past pretending; they passed pretending somewhere between her last death and her first kill.)
It's always how Elena wants it, and what Elena wants today is quick and rough.
They make their way to a wall in his room; she tears his shirt off, which makes his jaw clench for just a fraction of a second, but then he mumbles Eager little vampire into her ear and then proceeds to bite it, bite her, before she positions him back to the way she wants him, her lips on his lips, his neck, his shoulders, his chest.
(Elena can have all of Damon, if she chooses to.)
He takes her hands into his, pins her to the wall. She wraps her hips around him, craves more flesh, more contact. More.
Elena's hands remove his belt from his pants and are unzipping his pants and then while he's trying to unzip her pants, there's her hand around his cock , and there's the movement of her hand, up and down, up and down. It's too much, the way he can smell her and taste her and feel her and his hands shake while he unzips her pants, but just a little.
(Not as much as the first time, anyway.
Not nearly as much.)
He rips the pants off of her, breaks away the black cotton panties. He kisses her then, bites into her lower lip, lets the blood run to her chin before he licks it away.
She picks up on the hint, removes her hand from his cock, bites into his shoulder, and on cue, Damon thrusts.
(Damon is good at following her cues these days.)
Elena is messy and greedy and this is the closest she comes to letting go of control these day; for brief moments she lets him do exactly what he wants to: but only when her fangs are in his shoulder (or his hip, or thigh, or neck) and when his cock is buried in her and when his blood is in her mouth.
But then she pulls her fangs out, stops.
What? Damon asks, between kissing her neck, not distracted enough to stop.
There's a crow in your room, she says.
He sighs. He's still not pulled out, not even stopped his thrusting, only slowed down.
So?
Damon, she whispers.
(Only his name. Always his name.)
Stop, Damon.
He pulls out of her then, rolls his eyes while she walks away from him, picks up her clothes.
Your loss, he shouts after her. She stops by his bed.
Get rid of the crow, Damon. Then we'll see if we can finish this.
(Getting cock-blocked by a crow is something no one thinks will happen to them. Until it does.)
She lets her pants fall on the floor, and she lies on his bed, on her side and props herself on her elbow.
(She'd be a picture of innocence: if she wasn't naked, that is.)
It takes him 2 minutes to catch the crow, and get rid of him. She doesn't move at all. Just follows his movement with her eyes, and when he comes to lie on top of her, she rolls them over.
At some point, before she comes but after she spills his blood on his sheets, they end up on the floor.
They remain lying there for a while, and then Elena raises her eyes to the window and starts laughing.
What? he asks. She starts wiping away the blood around her mouth, and points out what she's laughing at - the crow is now situated on a branch, a few feet from their window, visibly occupied with another crow, who seems to be producing some weird noises.
They think they can do better than us? We'll show them, Damon insists, lowers his head to her thighs.
Fine. But this is the first and the last time we're having a sex competition with a bird.
Of course it is, Damon murmurs against her thigh, because I intend to win the first time.