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Nandor makes it his mission to ensure his hulking form is the first thing Guillermo sees once the little man steps out of his cupboard bedroom that evening. The vampire is dressed in his exercise breeches and nothing more, ready to head out for the night. He’s been spending a lot of time at Massive Fitness recently, the 24 hour gymnasium that Guillermo had gotten him a membership to some years ago—now that his former familiar has decidedly been spending the majority of his free time with Laszlo. Nandor often shudders internally at the thought of what those two could possibly get up to when they’re alone. Every new hypothetical activity that pops into his head, he tries to brush out as quickly as possible. Eugh, it’s disgusting thinking of his housemate and the (not so) pathetic human who lives with them and does their chores being intimate together. Yes, that’s exactly the reason why he drives those thoughts out of his mind like they’ll poison him if they stick around any longer than the millisecond that he allows them to linger.
He stands in the center of the dimly lit foyer on the large turkish rug, his feet sinking into the carpet as he waits to hear the shriek of the curtain rustling across the rod that holds the fabric at the top of the door frame. Guillermo is definitely awake—Nandor can hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat, can hear his soft huffing breaths as he presumably struggles with one of his usual shitty sweaters that he wears daily.
The curtain “door” opens to the “bedroom” a moment later, and Nandor can hear Guillermo’s heart even louder now that the polyester barrier has dissipated—always so distracting with its warm, rushing blood and thundering beats. When the human looks up to meet his eyes, Nandor stalls before finally remembering why he chose to stop outside Guillermo’s bedroom in the first place.
“Guillermo! There you are, I’ve been looking for you! I was wondering if you would like to be accompanying me to Massive Fitness?” Nandor asks, trying to keep a pleading tone from seeping into his voice. If truth be told, Nandor can’t help but miss the other man’s body heat that always hangs around him; everywhere he goes, standing by as a reliable presence that he can always depend on.
“Sorry, I’m a little busy today.” Guillermo’s words rush out with a puff of air, and Nandor catches his eyes flicking up and down his basically bare physique, so fleeting that if he had blinked he would have missed it. The vampire lets out a low growl in his throat at the immediate shut down and rolls his eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure you’re too busy spending time with your new best friend,” he says sourly, and tries his best to school his expression to keep the snarl from sliding onto it. ”Seems you never have time for us anymore.”
Once the words leave his lips, practically dripping in jealousy, he realizes his mistake of allowing his true feelings on the matter to slip through. He tries so often to keep himself aloof when dealing with the human, but sometimes it can be so difficult—especially times like this when Nandor is faced with his pounding heart and his tight pants and roaming eyes. Yes, Nandor is aware of Guillermo’s feelings for him, and he can’t blame the man; Nandor is a powerful, cool, ancient vampire. Of course, any human with a semblance of a brain would find him attractive and awesome; therefore it’s only natural for Guillermo to stare and admire.
But what Nandor can’t decipher is why sometimes he finds himself feeling the same toward the human: finding his eyes roving over a plush figure, thick thighs and a plump ass, fascinated with calloused hands from years and years of hard work that Nandor craves to feel run along the edges and soft crevices of his own soft, chilled skin.
“My new best friend?” Guillermo questions with a smirk and a quirk of a brow before pausing, as if waiting for the vampire standing in front of him to elaborate. Nandor scoffs, and the human’s eyes widen when he connects the dots. “Laszlo? You think Laszlo is my new best friend?” the human giggles out, and the reaction only makes Nandor more frustrated.
“Yes, Laszlo,” the name comes out as a hiss, and Guillermo genuinely chuckles at this point.
“There’s no need to be jealous,” Guillermo soothes while moving closer and running his palm up the vampire’s bare arm lightly in what’s supposed to be a reassuring motion. It does make Nandor feel slightly better, though a bit uncomfortable at being read so clearly, and maybe just a bit horny from the soft touch. “You know you’re my best friend in this house first.” The human’s eyes soften with his admission, and Nandor feels his heart lift.
“So you’ll come with me?” Nandor asks, this time allowing the hope to slip into his tone. Guillermo smiles, albeit a bit uncertain before nodding in confirmation.
“Yeah, I’ll go with you. Let me just change and let Laszlo know I won’t be around to hang out in the lab today.” Nandor’s mood brightens significantly at this, although he still isn’t particularly happy that his familiar is telling Laszlo that he’ll be unavailable tonight. He grumbles, telling the human to hurry up before watching the little man hustle into the fancy room before reemerging and heading back into his bedroom. Stirring comes from behind the curtain, and when Guillermo appears once more, Nandor’s unnecessary breath hitches in his throat.
The black leggings that the man wears now are even tighter than his usual khakis, hugging his curves just right and accentuating his features in all the correct places. His gray sweatshirt has the sleeves cut off, showing off his strong arms and firm muscles as they shift under warm, tan skin. He looks delicious, and Nandor feels his mouth begin to salivate at the captivating sight. “Ready to go?” Guillermo asks, and Nandor has to kick his brain back online to form his answer.
“Yes,” he chokes out, and Guillermo gives him a warm smile and a sweep of his arm to lead him towards the door.
The ride to the gym had been tense, the only noise filling the car coming from the light music streaming from the radio. Nandor had found himself sitting ramrod straight, barely able to relax to even rest his back against the leather seat. The warmth radiating from Guillermo in the close capacity is overwhelming, and the lack of fresh airflow holds the man’s underlying natural, musky scent in the vehicle, sending Nandor’s head spinning wildly. There’s a reason he often chooses to fly rather than riding in the mechanical machines with the human.
Once they’re shifted to a halt, the vampire immediately shoves the door open, removing himself from the tight vicinity as swiftly as possible and heading inside to swipe his membership card at the front desk. Guillermo finally makes his way towards the building, much slower than Nandor, and meets him in the middle of the lobby with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
“I’m just gonna run and put my stuff in a locker, I’ll be right back. You can go ahead and get started if you’d like.” Nandor nods before Guillermo walks away into the changing room, his hips swaying as he leaves. The vampire’s tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of the fabric clinging to the man’s ass, and imagines how Guillermo would react if he gave it a rough squeeze in his large palm.
The vampire shakes his head, as if clearing his impure thoughts from his brain like he’s clearing the drawing off of an Etch-a-Sketch as he makes his way to the weights. Bad brain! Thinking of Guillermo like that…
The facility is fairly empty tonight besides for a few “gym bros” as Guillermo had previously called them, who were thankfully on their way out the door. He reaches for two short barbells on one of the racks, lifting them with ease, the load almost nonexistent to him though weighing fifty pounds each. When he hears footsteps making their way towards him, he’s sure to make a display of lifting the bars aggressively, pumping them in his hands a few more times before placing them back on the rack in front of him with a grunt.
“Show off,” Guillermo teases as he stops in front of Nandor who grins, flashing his fangs inadvertently.
“What is the point of having vampire strength if you are not going to use it,” Nandor shrugs, still grinning sneakily before motioning for Guillermo to pick up the weights. “Your turn!”
Guillermo chuckles before shaking his head. “I am not starting off with hundred pound curls. In case you’ve forgotten, I don’t have vampiric super strength.”
“Fine, then what would you like to do to make things easier for your soft, weak human body?” Nandor asks, and the question comes out genuinely. When he comes to the gymnasium to work out, it’s usually just to quench his boredom—he doesn’t really have much of a “fitness routine” these days.
“Let’s start with some cardio, I need to warm up.” Warm up? Nandor thinks. How warm can a human possibly need to be? They’re already bordering on burning, especially Guillermo.
He expresses as much when the man leads him towards the running machines, pushing a few buttons to start the track's motion as he stands with his legs straddled before stepping on the moving treadmill. The pace is decently slow, starting off as a casual walk.
After about ten minutes, a few upticks in speed for Guillermo, and Nandor still not being entirely sure how to use his own machine, the vampire begins to grow frustrated. He hadn’t invited Guillermo to come with him just so he could watch him move like a little snail and barely work up a sheen of sweat! He had invited the human with him so that he could have someone to train with. Nandor had imagined them lifting heavy weights together, Guillermo hovering above him to give him a spot, or maybe even sparring together. He had not imagined the two of them doing their own separate activities around the facility.
“Enough of this,” Nandor growls before moving over to Guillermo’s treadmill and slamming a fist down onto the screen heavily, causing it to short circuit and abruptly stop the track. Thankfully, the human hadn’t been going so fast that the halt of motion would send him tumbling to the concrete gymnasium floor.
Nandor wants to see Guillermo in action, displaying his strength and his power that his former Master knows resides inside of the human. The vampire wraps a hand around Guillermo’s bare arm, ready to give him a tug towards the weights again before hesitating minutely. He can feel Guillermo’s blood rushing through his veins from the little exercise they’ve already done, can feel the thin layer of perspiration clinging to his skin, smell the usual scent of Guillermo’s cologne and deodorant along with his natural sweet and spicy scent. It’s devilish. Nandor’s fangs ache, his self control being tested to the max. Maybe inviting Guillermo wasn’t such a splendid idea after all.
“Weights,” Nandor manages to get out as he releases his grip on the human’s forearm and averts his eyes from the sight of thick fingers digging into soft flesh. Once more, his mind drifts to where those fingers would look better pressing into the human’s skin, possibly even leaving marks and bruises in their wake—marking Guillermo as Nandor’s, letting everyone know to whom he belongs.
“Fine,” Guillermo huffs, conceding, and breaking Nandor from his reverie in the process. “Hopefully that was enough of a warm up. You know, it’s been awhile since I’ve done any workout besides moving bodies and killing vampires,” the human jokes, but Nandor’s senses are too busy being completely overthrown to force out a laugh in response.
Guillermo walks ahead of him, completely unaware of the waging war inside of the vampire’s brain. His sturdy form moves gracefully across the room in long strides, back to the padded floor of the weightlifting area before taking a seat on one of the benches with one of the smaller barbells that only weighs about a hundred pounds.
“Spot me?” Guillermo asks as he leans back to lie down on the machine. Nandor nods, swallowing forcefully and stepping to stand above the human’s head. As Guillermo pushes the weight up from the rest, his brow furrows and the pink tip of his tongue peeks out tantalizingly, deep in concentration.
The bar is raised high, Guillermo’s arms extending fully, shaking only slightly as he braces himself. Nandor watches as his arms lower, hovering above his chest rather than his abdomen where the bar should be placed. The vampire reaches forward before leaning over the human, pushing the bar gently further down to insure proper form, and Guillermo lets out a huff of cool air right into his face, causing him to flinch slightly. Nandor wonders what that breath would feel like puffing against his lips, laced with soft whimpers and moans.
Stop it, he commands his brain before it turns into complete mush. You’re here to train, not fuck—and this is Guillermo.
The weight is dropped back into its cradle, Guillermo’s arms dropping to his side, his hands landing on his thighs. Nandor wants to tug him up and grab him, wants to lick the single bead of sweat that’s running down the column of the human’s neck, to suck a bruise below the collar of the sweatshirt.
“Again,” the vampire orders, and Guillermo obeys immediately, falling into the order with no question or hesitation. Arms come up again, hands wrapping around the load before lifting the barbell once more. Nandor notices that the human’s form is better this go-around, and before he can stop himself, praise slips from his lips.
“Very good, Guillermo!” he purrs, and he hears the little human man’s breath stutter.
Arms shake fiercely as the words hang in the air before giving out completely. Nandor’s own hand shoots out swiftly, catching the dead mass before it gets the chance to crush the human’s chest and shatter the delicate bones. “Fuck.”
“Careful!” Nandor admonishes, and Guillermo’s cheek flush in embarrassment at his mistake. “We cannot have you injuring yourself!”
Guillermo exhales sharply from below Nandor, his eyes tracking the vampire’s face before he smiles sheepishly. “Thanks,” he murmurs, before trying again. He manages to get a few more proper reps in before stopping and putting the barbell down gently into the cradle again. “Your turn?”
Nandor grabs quite a few more plates for the barbell, making sure to really pile them on—to make sure he’s thoroughly practicing his strength training. Yes, that’s definitely the reason why he stacks over five hundred pounds of iron onto the bar. He definitely isn’t doing it just to impress Guillermo, who is currently standing stock still, watching intently as Nandor’s tendons flex in his hands while he twists the plates into place. The human’s bottom lip is snagged between his blunt front teeth, his chest heaving slightly from his previous physical exertion.
“There,” Nandor says assuredly as he places the bar back down, then lying back on the bench. “Spot me.”
Guillermo wears an incredulous look on his face, as if he can’t believe his ears. What was so hard about giving Nandor a spot?!
“Nandor, if you think I can spot you while you lift over five hundred pounds, you’re insane. There’s no way I could lift that if you would drop it.”
Nandor rolls his eyes before lifting the weight with ease above his abdomen, making sure to keep his own form perfect before tipping his head back over the top of the bench to look up at Guillermo like the human had to him minutes before.
“Obviously I don’t really need a fucking spot, Guillermo, I’m a fucking vampire,” he grouches, wishing that the human would simply just indulge him. “Just stand there and act like you are.”
The human shrugs and makes his way closer, almost too close if Nandor’s honest. The way that the dark pants are clinging to his thighs is sinful, and it makes Nandor want to bite, sink his sharp teeth straight into the rippling muscles there as Guillermo pretends to help lift the inhuman amount of iron that Nandor is currently pressing up in his fists. When the equipment comes down in his hold above his body, the human moves closer with the weight of it, inadvertently bowing his entire chest over Nandor’s face, blocking the fluorescent lighting that had been piercing his eyes since they had arrived. Nandor thinks that the brightness is much better subdued by Guillermo’s build.
The weight goes back up, and so does Guillermo, leaning back and barely touching the bar to feign support. The routine continues, until it gets to the point that Nandor can no longer handle the close proximity. He practically throws the weight back into the holder before sitting up quickly, his head rushing a bit from the speed of the movement, his senses being flooded with the smell of Guillermo, who moved back quickly enough to cause a small burst of motion in the air, bringing the appetizing scent with it.
“Alright, what’s next?” Nandor jumps up from his seat, and Guillermo wears a kind of confused expression on his face.
“Was there anything else you wanted to do besides lift unhinged amounts of weight, or was that all you had planned?” Nandor thinks for a second, before he remembers a prior conversation that he’d had with Laszlo.
“Do they have a steam room here?” he asks curiously, and Guillermo raises both eyebrows.
“A steam room? You mean like a sauna?”
“Sure, a saw-na, whatever,” Nandor waves off, looking around the open area at the other doors that were scattered around the walls.
“Yeah, they do. It’s over by the locker room I think,” Guillermo answers before walking across the room and over to the dressing area, peering inside around the corner. Sure enough, he turns back around and gives a nod in confirmation.
When Nandor joins him, Guillermo is already turning a few knobs and pushing buttons on the outside. Steaming mist begins to seep from the walls, filling up the small area with warming fog. Once everything is running and ready for use, Guillermo tugs the glass door open, allowing the hot air to come rushing out. Nandor’s body warms with it, and he fights the urge to curl up inside the room on one of the benches and stay there forever. One of the things he loathes the most about being a vampire is being cold all the time—so yes, he’s quite looking forward to this.
“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit,” Guillermo says offhandedly before moving to leave the empty hallway to go back into the main gym area.
“Wait! You will not be staying with me?” Nandor does a very good job at keeping his disappointment out of his voice, thank you very much—but he had been hoping to watch the human strip down and join him in the steamy room!
“Oh, well it’s just I’m not really dressed for that, so–” he trails off, and Nandor rolls his eyes before providing one very simple solution.
“So remove your clothing!” the vampire insists, and Guillermo flushes bright red, blood rushing to his cheeks and down his neck into the concealed cover of the dark sweatshirt.
Guillermo hesitates before rubbing the back of his neck with his palm a bit nervously, then opens his mouth to speak, which Nandor abruptly cuts off before he can lose his nerve.
“You have the body of a warrior, Guillermo. Why would you ever be ashamed of yourself? Anyone would be lucky to embrace your visage.” Guillermo’s mouth drops, slack with surprise once the words meet his ears.
“Uh- okay,” he stammers, then nods his head firmly as if steeling himself for what's to come. “You go ahead, I’ll be right back.”
Guillermo walks off further into the recesses of the locker room with haste, leaving the vampire standing outside of the sauna with a confused look on his face and an unsure feeling in his stomach. Of course Nandor wasn’t shocked that the human was not too keen on the idea of showing his body, but what did shock him was the fact that Guillermo had agreed to return wearing less clothes in a few moments.
He enters the steam-filled space and sits down on the bench on the back wall of the room, allowing himself the best view out of the glass door, which is now starting to become covered in a thick fog. He waits as patiently as possible, forcing himself to sit on his palms and close his eyes. As soon as the lids are lowered, images of Guillermo in little to no clothing flood his mind. He pictures an expanse of tan, glistening skin, flushed with a shade of blush red all over and slick with sweat, and finds himself getting a little too lost in the details when the door is pulled open again—his cock already half hard in his breeches.
His eyes snap open, and he’s met with the sight of the human in only the black leggings, his sweatshirt discarded somewhere out in the locker room and leaving his torso completely bare. Nandor’s mouth waters at the vision, his tongue darting out to lick across his fangs—though his hands remain under his thighs, pressing roughly against the wooden bench seat as the human sits so close to Nandor that their knees almost brush. He can almost guarantee that if his heart was still beating in his chest, it would be racing by now, galloping like a wild stallion through an open field.
The vampire decides to test the waters, nudging his leg closer to Guillermo and knocking their kneecaps together. Guillermo inhales shakily at the action, though he returns the gesture and nudges right back. Nandor’s fingers emerge from beneath the shelter of his legs, now instead gripping the tops of his own thighs, still attempting to restrain himself. He tries to catch a glimpse of the human from the corner of his periphery, and Nandor’s met with the sight of Guillermo staring at him with dark, widened pupils. The vampire turns to face him, and the other man makes no move to look away, not even bothering to conceal the lust that gleams in his eyes. Nandor is sure his expression is the same in return, his eyes tracking the human’s every minute movement.
“Guillermo,” Nandor breathes out, his gaze flicking to the human’s lips, then flashing back up to meet his chestnut eyes. Guillermo’s mouth drops open, his pouting pink lips in a shocked ‘o’ shape as if he can’t believe that this is happening, that Nandor is actually willing to do something about this tension that has been around for years now—and well, if he’s honest, Nandor can’t blame him for the reaction.
He can feel himself leaning in, falling closer and closer into the man’s space, and if he’s not mistaken—Guillermo is doing the same. Their lips are so close, a hairsbreadth apart, and for the second time that night, the human’s breath puffs against his lips and almost fulfills his earlier fantasy. This is it, Nandor thinks to himself. I’m finally going to kiss Guillermo.
And so he does.
Their lips crash together, Nandor borderline devouring him with teeth and tongue, savoring the taste of him and the warmth of their mouths finally meeting as he cradles Guillermo’s cheek in his cool palm. He tugs on the flesh of the man’s bottom lip with his blunt front teeth before breaking the kiss, and when their eyes meet again, Guillermo looks completely dazed and disbelieving. He opens his mouth to speak, but Nandor beats him to it as his brain apparently decides to lose all semblance of control and the words come rushing out of his mouth, unable to hold back anymore.
“Let me suck your cock.” The vampire demands it more than asks, but they both know that if Guillermo would tell him no, they would end this now and go home and continue their night as usual. The human nods feverishly, but Nandor waits for a verbal consent to his suggestion—though he’s sure Guillermo wants this just as badly as he does by the noticeably growing bulge in his pants.
”Yes,” Guillermo says, his head still nodding even after he realizes Nandor won’t be continuing unless he uses his words. His chest is heaving in anticipation, eyes glazing over slightly and lips swollen from the rough kisses.
“Good boy, Guillermo,” Nandor praises before connecting their lips once more. He swallows down the moan that rips from the man’s throat, high pitched and keening. Nandor chuckles against his lips, and reaches down to palm him through the tight fabric of his dark leggings. Guillermo’s hands scramble for purchase at the contact, as if finally remembering he’s allowed to touch the vampire as well. Fingers twine into long, dark locks, tugging as they grip against the back of his head as if to pull him impossibly closer, and the vampire lets out an unbecoming whimper as Guillermo twists his fist tightly.
He manages to break free of the kiss, pulling the human back before he gets to his knees on the hard, concrete floor of the sauna to place himself between Guillermo’s legs, leveling his mouth almost directly with the other man’s cock. He brings his hands up to grab roughly at the tops of covered thighs, fingers digging into the sides and thumbs pressing into the dip where legs and hips meet. Guillermo lets out a muffled mewl above him, eyes heavy lidded as he takes in the view of his former master on his knees for him with his palm pressed over his mouth.
“Shh,” Nandor looks up at him and whispers before kissing over his clothed cock, flicking his tongue out to press long licks over the stiff length in his pants. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us now, would you?”
Guillermo shakes his head vigorously as he bites his lower lip, trying to keep himself silent. Nandor can’t help but groan before complimenting the sight of him again.
“Always so good for me, Guillermo,” he purrs out before tugging Guillermo’s leggings and boxers down and revealing his thick, throbbing cock. “Fuck,” he can’t help but mumble before licking right over the tip of him. Salt coats his tongue as he tastes the delicious mixture of sweat and precome, lapping it up and savoring every drop.
Guillermo is already a whimpering mess above him, but when Nandor takes the entire length of him in his mouth and sucks, his other palm flies up to attempt to further dampen the loudening, guttural cries that rip from his lungs.
“Nandor,” he whines out under his breath, his hands flying to the back of Nandor’s head to hold him in place on his cock and move long tresses out of his way, and the vampire moans around the length that he continues to take deeper and deeper. “Fuck!”
Nandor pulls off of him, replacing his mouth with his hand so he can speak. “You taste so fucking amazing.” He licks the length of the shaft, then takes Guillermo in his mouth again, sucking and bobbing his head around the tip in tandem with his fist stroking up and down his dick. The man above him keens, his hips jerking up to chase his high. Nandor removes his moving palm and pulls Guillermo deeper in by his waist to let him fuck his face, keeping his eyes locked on the human and gauging his reactions to each movement Nandor makes. He wants to give Guillermo the most earth shattering orgasm of his life when all is said and done. They have both waited so long for this moment, Nandor is determined for him to be the best fuck the human has ever had in his short life.
He hums around him encouragingly, and the man takes the hint, thrusting his hips up in short, shallow movements and taking what he wants from Nandor. The vampire’s eyes roll up into his skull, and he fights to keep them open so he doesn’t miss a single second of Guillermo coming undone from his touch.
“Fuck, Nandor I’m gonna come,” he pants out, voice shaking, and Nandor relaxes his throat even further to take the length of him easily and tugs his hips forward with every thrust so that the tip of Guillermo’s cock hits the back of his throat. He doubles down on his efforts, spit begins to pool in the corners of his mouth as he works Guillermo until a particularly loud noise escapes his lungs. His entire body tenses, bowing back as his feet scrabble and his fingers fly down to hold onto Nandor’s mane for dear life. The vampire’s mouth fills with salty liquid, and he swallows down every bit of Guillermo’s release eagerly and greedily, not wanting to miss a single drop.
When the vampire pulls back, Guillermo is attempting to catch his breath as he unwinds his grip and tugs Nandor up to meet his mouth. Now that the vampire’s focus is no longer mainly on the human, he notices his own absolutely aching, neglected cock. While their mouths move together, he reaches down to palm himself through his own pants for any kind of relief.
A hand is placed on top of his own that continues rubbing himself, guiding him and stroking over himself, and that alone is enough to almost make Nandor come.
“Fucking shit, Guillermo,” his voice breaks as he pulls away, letting out sounds that would be embarrassing if he wasn’t rutting into their joined hands, trying to reach his own orgasm.
Guillermo is looking up at him in awe, like he’s some revered sight to behold, like he’s a famous work of art that should be hanging in some fancy museum somewhere. Nandor can’t help but kiss him some more.
He gets a bit too overzealous, and delicate skin catches on sharp, pointed teeth. The wound would be equivalent to a pinprick, but it’s still enough that the vampire tastes the warm drop of liquid that seeps out. His tongue immediately darts out to catch the precious metallic fluid, lapping up the sweet and spicy flavor like a starved dog. He sucks Guillermo’s juicy lip into his mouth, takes all that he can get, and the human lets out the sweetest little whimper yet.
All of it combined is enough to push Nandor over the edge: Guillermo’s warm hand on him, the tiniest taste of the sweetest nectar he’s ever dreamed of tasting, and the delicate sounds filling the air. He’s coming with a muffled shout against Guillermo’s lips, trying to keep his volume quiet to keep from alerting any workers who are possibly around.
When he’s brought back to reality, the dampness that’s seeping through the fabric of his breeches is thoroughly uncomfortable.
“Fuck.” He looks down at the wet spot right over his crotch and sighs.
“Oops,” Guillermo giggles out, and Nandor gives him a joking scowl.
“Now look at what you’ve done! Fucking guy…” the vampire scolds lightly.
“Well, wanna go lift some more weights, then?” Guillermo snickers further, and Nandor heaves a dramatic sigh.
“Let’s just go home,” he says, and the human smiles brightly in agreement and holds out his hand for Nandor to grasp on their way out of the steamy room. The vampire clasps it back in his larger one, a different kind of warmth now filling his chest seeing that Guillermo seems to want to continue on this new venture in their relationship even after they return to the Staten Island mansion.