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The Endministrator was a selfless person.
He gave to others without the prospect of anything in return.
So why?
With lips locked,
Hands grappling for a handle on each other's body, did he feel his own selfish desires pool into his lower abdomen.
His head was getting dizzy with this whole situation.
Adjusting his knee, the Endministrator unconsciously lets his hands traverse the length of Camille's chest.
He needed to feel grounded.
To let Camille take what he wanted.
But he wonders…
If he could be selfish for once.
Kissing the vampire beneath him set his heart ablaze.
He never knew how exhilarating it could be.
But this wasn't the time to act on his own desires.
Camille just gave him his heart.
He needed to answer that heart with sincerity.
Leaning further into the kiss, the Endmin huffed a breath trying to deepen his own kiss.
Their lips were starting to battle for dominance.
Lips tangled, until Camille opened his mouth to breathe and the Endmin seized the opportunity to slip his tongue in.
A gasp escaped the man below before he came back in with his own feverished desires.
The Endmin was starting to feel hot.
The layers of his sweater and jacket were causing thin layers of sweat to appear.
He needed out of these restrictions.
He needed to show how much he cared for Camille.
The Endministrator wanted to let his own heart pour out.
“Endmin-” tangling a hand in the man's hair above, Camille whispered lowly in his ear.
“Let me see all of you. Be selfish.”
A hushed silence started to settle before the Endmin realised.
Camille was opening himself to the man towering above.
Letting himself be the prize.
The raven head felt a blush bloom across his own face.
This mask was suffocating.
Too suffocating.
“Only if you promise to have all of me, Camille.”
Untangling his arms from the Vampires body the Endmin shyly brings his hands up to his face to grip at the mask.
Taking a shaky breath he lifts the mask away from him.
He felt ready.
He Felt…nervous at the same time.
What if Camille's expectations didn't match real life?
What if?-
A soft gasp answers his barrage of inner thoughts.
He hesitantly looked to the man beneath, an astonished expression was present on Camille's face.
“I-I'm sorry if it's not what you expected. I know the mask has an interesting effect to my looks…but I was a little worrie-”
A hand suddenly grips his chin.
Forcing the words to die on his lips.
Camille had a hard expression etched in his eyes.
“None of that.” Camille said with finality.
The Endmins' own eyebrows raise in confusion.
“You-”
Camille gently caresses the Endministrator's face between both his hands.
Holding his focus.
Absent-mindedly Camille lets his hands fall, then the dark green haired man lifts one of the Endministrators hands.
Cupping it lovingly.
Holding it firmly.
Almost stating to the Endmin to not run away.
Endmin could swear he heard his own heart pounding against his ribs.
What was he doing?
What was he going to say?
“I know I'm not the best at using my words to express myself.”
Camille raises the Endmins wrist towards his mouth, twisting slightly to expose the inner side.
“-But, let me show you how beautiful you truly are, Endmin.”
Ghosting his lips lightly over the veins he waits for confirmation to continue.
Always so perfectly attuned to the atmosphere surrounding them.
Exhaling slowly the Endmin stares at Camille.
This man, he's barely known for a few days, has given him something he didn't know he needed.
Comfort.
Un-yielding trust.
…love.
He may have forgotten his own past.
His past actions.
But Camille was still reaching out to him regardless of the gaps in his memories.
He wanted to hold on tight to this man.
To not let him go.
And how could he deny his trust.
How could he, himself deny his own feelings right here,
right now.
This time…
He was going to let go of his past and head towards the unknown future.
Together, with Camille.
With a soft nod of affirmative, that was all Camille needed to know to not hold back.
Suddenly standing up, a surprised gasp slips from the Endmin.
On reflex he locks his legs around the vampire's hips.
Then Camille spins them around and begins staggering backwards.
Gently, Endmins back hits the wall and Camille's lips lock back onto his own.
Jagged fangs bit into his bottom lip forcing them open.
Then he slips his tongue in.
A mess of saliva and moans spill out from between them.
And hands begin roaming.
While Camille was holding the Endmin up against the wall, that left the Endministrator to feverishly search the other man's body.
Rubbing up and down his chest till the zipper of his jacket scratched his nail.
Taking the initiative he pulls hard.
Hearing the zipper loosen the tight garment.
Then agonizingly slow, the Endmin gropes at the Vampires chest and pushes the jacket off his shoulders.
A thump follows as the jacket hits the ground.
Unbothered.
Unhurried.
Nipping at Camille's lips the Endministrator thought he was going to die from lack of oxygen if he didn't pull away.
Taking a deep breath.
The Endmin could only gaze longingly at the man in front of him.
He wanted to be selfish.
He wanted too…
Taste him.
“Let me down Camille.”
Tapping his chest with his pointer finger he's gently let down.
Heels clack on the hardwood surface.
And then the Endmin takes his own jacket down, throwing it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
Now they were both left in their inner shirts.
After shedding the extra weight he could feel the chill that lingered in the air.
The cold settling into his bones.
Camille seemed to shiver as well.
But not for long.
The Endmin decided he was going to be selfish.
“You've done so well Camille.”
Reaching out his hand, the Endmin waits for Camille.
On reflex the green haired man grasps his hands without resistance.
“Now it's my turn to show you how much I trust you.”
Pulling on the hands linked together, Endmin pulls and spins him around till his back hits the wall.
A confused grunt leaves Camille before his eyes widen at the Endministrator lowering himself to his knees.
Hands grappling at Camille's pants.
He searches popping off the button that holds his slacks together, then lowering the zipper down agonisingly slow.
The Endmin was impatient.
He wanted to please him.
To show him how much he cared for him.
“I want to show you how much I care about you Camille.”
Gripping the man's boxer briefs he lowers them till Camille's cock springs out.
The head glistening with precum.
“Don't hold back, let me hear all of you. Let me listen to all of your gasps and moans.”
Gripping the already hard member Endmin pumps it a few times, pulling stuttered moans from the Vampire.
“Let me hear you.”
Then without warning Endmin takes all of Camille's hard coke into his mouth.
The salty flavor of his precum hitting the back of his throat before disappearing on his taste buds.
Bobbing backwards and forth he marvels at the unraveling look on Camille's face.
Eyes tightly clenched shut in pleasure.
And an explosive blush covering his cheeks.
Delicious groans were filling the quiet atmosphere.
And loved every second of it.
Committing each sound to memory he switches speeds before listening to one speed that gets him the most reactions from the man above him.
Then a sudden shift in Camille's hips, distracted the Endmin.
Pausing slightly, a twitch causes the Vampires hips forward and cock to hit the back of his throat, causing a gag reflex.
The Endmin unlatches his lips from his cock in response.
A thick rope of saliva still connected to tip of his penis follows his lips.
The sight was absolutely ravishing to the Endmin.
He could only guess how dilated his own eyes must be.
With a swallow, his throats Adam's apples bob.
A lingering taste accompanied behind.
With a huff Camille throws his head back in embarrassment.
“I-I'm sorry Endmin. I hope I didn't hurt you.”
With a gentle smile the Endmin brings both his hands up to grip the length of Camille's cock.
A shocked gasp rings out before Camille throws his head down to look at the man on his knees.
Leaning forward.
The Endministrator begins to suck harder on the head of Camille's member, focusing on his bobbing with the ringing motions of his hands.
The excess of physical ministrations caused a beautiful array of moaning to grace the Endmins ears.
Camille was so sensitive.
And that caused a tilt of his lips into a devious smile.
Sucking harder than before he lets go of the Vampire's cock and begins to deep throat the man.
The head of his penis was shoving its way further down his esophagus, taking his own breath away.
But he absolutely loved it.
With his hands free he maneuvers Camille's limp hands to grip the dark strands of his hair.
Showing him the grip he likes.
“Mmph”
“Endmin, I'm not going to last any longer.”
Then a groan follows his statement.
Absent-mindedly the Endministrator begins to rub up and down Camille's legs in a tender motion.
A weight then falls over the top of his head.
The dark green haired man's chest was flat against the top of his.
It was forcing the Endmin to take him even deeper.
A sliver of saliva was beginning to turn into a waterfall at the corners of his mouth.
He was practically choking at this point.
But the devilish side of the Endmin was loving it.
He wanted more.
He wanted to be filled to the brim, his eyes glistening with tears
He wanted to hear Camille lose it.
With a gulp the Endmin started to swallow on Camille's dick, constricting the already tight space of the Endmin's throat.
This caused the man above his hips to stutter in movement.
“I-I'm. G-Going to cum.-”
A low groan breaks through.
“I'm going to cum!” he repeats.
Gripping the Endmin's locks harshly he forces the man on his knees to halt all movements.
Then a rush of liquid forces itself down the Edministrator's throat.
Salty and thick.
There was so much it started to leak from the corners of his mouth.
Camille then releases the Endmins face, pulling out.
But the Endmin made a show of locking eyes with the Vampire and swallowing all of his cum down.
Like you would trying to quench the thirst your dry throat felt from being dehydrated.
Then a smug grin spreads across the Endmins face.
The rush of confidence was apparent as it made his shoulders square up.
He was desire wrapped in cloth.
He was…
The Endministrator.
The Endmin noticed the other man was breathing hard.
Chest heaving up and down.
And the Endmin also noticed his eyes had turned a blazing blood red.
The Vampire was turned on again.
But the only thoughts that appeared was how beautiful the other man was in this moment.
Sweat built up on his forehead.
Lips tinged bloody with wounds from biting his own mouth in pleasure.
Eyes…
…Red with desire.
Unknowingly, Camille's eyes set their sight on the Endmin's throat.
Wishing to pierce his throat and suck his cherry red blood from veins.
The raven head was still buzzing for more.
More of his sweet noises.
More blooming bruises on his own shoulders.
Gently and slowly the Endmin grips the other man's thick thighs.
Squeezing, to feel the muscles contract beneath his finger tips.
The words trapped in his head tumbled out quietly.
“You are so beautiful Camille.”
With the confidence filling his own heart the Endmin stands to his full height and leans into the Vampires left ear.
And then he gently whispers.
“Now take me.”
Licking his ear lobe in frenzied desire.
“-Take all of me.”