Vampire Lord Mettaton pt 2

itsAlana01/07/2019
Rouxls wakes up alone in the morning, but he doesn't mind it too much-- Mettaton stayed long enough for Rouxls to fall asleep on him, and that alone is really *very* pleasant; and he's still alive, which is also a delight; and he made a hot vampire come six times in a row last night with his mouth and fingers, which, like, *damn*.  He's into this. He likes this a lot!

He resolves to let his departure wait a day or five, maybe the cartwright doesn't even need to be asked to do anything for a week, it'll give him a chance to get to know Mettaton *very* well... and, climbing out of bed and washing up after last night's activities, Rouxls wonders how long the vampire lord would tolerate him hanging around, and how long he can stretch his errand for his king before he'll get in trouble when he gets back...

Mmmm, he can think about it after a cup of something hot or alcoholic with breakfast, right? Humming a little, Rouxls reties his robe-- though not very tightly, the silky fabric sliding across his collarbones until it's barely clinging to his shoulders, the lower parts exposing thigh with every step he takes-- and embarks on a quest for food, feeling a little drowsy still and rubbing his fingertips over where he was bitten the night before. It's tender, but oh, in all the best ways...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
Like yesterday, Rouxls may find that all the curtains in the castle have been drawn shut again, letting in not a single sunbeam. It probably makes a lot more sense in hindsight- it would hardly do for Mettaton, should he wish to walk through his own castle during the day, to be unable to walk through sections of his own home because they were too filled with bright sunshine flooding from the windows.

Does it feel strange, to know it is morning, to know that birds are chirping their morning songs outside, the sun shining sweetly after the previous damp evening, only for the castle interior to be low lit with candlelight?


When Rouxls reaches the diningroom again, he'll find, like last night, Mettaton already waiting for him. This time, though, instead of lounging across his chair with his legs up on the table, he's sitting simply, leaning with his elbow on the table, reading some papers while a hot drink sits undrunk by his elbow... He's also dressed down a bit. Still wearing pieces of the same outfit from last night, but no longer the jacket or vest. Just his boots, trousers, and lovely shirt. His cloak, of course, is also draped about his shoulders with its high collar, giving him still a lazily regal appearance.

He glances up when he notices Rouxls enter the room, and looks pleasantly surprised- for a moment, his eyes widen, eyebrows raising, at the sight of Rouxls in his loosened robe, and he fails to resist wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue... And then he smiles, batting his lashes a little as he says, "Good morning, Darling. I suppose you slept well~?"

itsAlana01/07/2019
Rouxls openly preens, fluffing out his hair and grinning at the vampire as he licks his lips-- is Rouxls a tasty-looking little snack, sir~?-- and saunters over to him, dragging a chair to nestle in beside his at the head of the table. "I slept very well indeed," he says, sounding very pleased with himself. "And thou, my lord? Have thou recovered?"

His eyes trace down Mettaton, down to his crotch, and then he glances back up and winks. He did wear Mettaton out last night, didn't he! And then he leans over and, without a care in the world, steals Mettaton's hot drink, giving it a sip.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
Oh, he is certainly tasty-looking, and Mettaton would like to eat *him* for breakfast. He happily watches Rouxls move, looking a bit hungry, as Rouxls comes over to sit beside him, to ask how he's feeling, to look unsubtly at his crotch... He actually blushes, and turns his eyes away almost bashfully, cheeks tinted red. "Yes, I'm quite recovered, Darling..." He says, bouncing his foot where it dangles from one leg crossed over the other. "You did quite a number on me, for a mortal..."

He doesn't complain a bit when Rouxls steals his drink- it's a cup of hot cocoa, with little marshmallows floating inside, and a touch of some very tasty and probably expensive spices. What a rich breakfast beverage! He watches Rouxls drink, resting his chin on his hand, and says, voice quiet, "Like it? Good, isn't it?" He giggles softly, "I was waiting for you to be awake to call for breakfast. I would guess that you're hungry?"

itsAlana01/07/2019
Ohhh, what a sweet and lovely surprise the cocoa is! Rouxls hums, and nods, his eyes fluttering a bit as he sips the heavenly beverage. "Very good," he coos, and then glances at Mettaton, slyly. "Almost as delicious as thou wert!"

Rouxls please you haven't even had breakfast yet stop hitting on the vampire!!

He sets the cup back on the table, and drapes himself half-out of the chair he'd claimed, hands and chin settling on Mettaton's shoulder. "And thou doth guesseth correctly. Thou might even say I'm feeling a little... drained, still." Heehee! "I don't suppose there's to be steak for breakfast? I coulst eat a cow raw right now..."

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
Mettaton giggles, looking delighted, and says, "And yet, not nearly as sweet as you. It doesn't even compare- I could hardly drink it, after the sweetness I tasted from you last night..." He purrs, gladly watching Rouxls drape himself over his shoulder. He leans in, to rub his nose a little against Rouxls'. "I would hardly dare to not give you an especially hearty breakfast. My poor mortal needs to recover... I do not usually have my dinners stay for breakfast, and am unused to providing such care, but I think we can manage."

With that said, he drops his papers against the table, not even looking away from Rouxls as he reaches for a little bell that was sitting on the table, ringing it. Several seconds later, Terrance appears in a doorway, looking just a little winded. "S-Sir?"

"Have the cook finally start in on breakfast. Our guest is hungry."

Terrance briefly looks confused, until his eyes settle on Rouxls, and his jaw drops, looking crestfallen. He thought Rouxls was gonna be dead!! Why is he still here?? "Why is-"

"NOW, Terrance!"

Oof, and off he skedoodles, leaving Mettaton to sigh and roll his eyes. "Really, he's lucky I do not feel like replacing him..."

itsAlana01/07/2019
Giggling and bunny-kissing back, Rouxls slides one hand down Mettaton's chest, draping himself even further onto the man, and says, "Well, if thy cook can't find enough to feed me..." and then waggles his eyebrows, absurdly, as he walks his fingers down to Mettaton's belly. Someone at this table loves sucking a cock... and it's Definitely Rouxls...

As Mettaton rings for that awkward young man and orders breakfast, though, Rouxls finds his eyes drifting closed, his chin pillowing on Mettaton's shoulder, his hand relaxing to spread warmly across his belly. What a lucky guy Rouxls is... what a lucky guy Mettaton is, to have Rouxls right here...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
"Goodness, Sir Rouxls, at least allow your belly to be filled with something of more substance before you go for dessert again." He teases slyly, smirking, and maybe... presses a soft kiss to Rouxls' lips as he all but dozes on Mettaton's shoulder, enjoying the warmth of the mortal's hand against his belly, through his shirt...

He'll let Rouxls stay like that, maybe reaching out a hand behind him, taking up the edge of his cape between his fingers, to drape it and his arm around Rouxls. And then he returns his attention to reading his papers while they wait for breakfast, enjoying the quiet of the post-coital morning. An oddly foreign experience for him...

Breakfast doesn't take too long to come out, Terrance rushing in and out bearing little plates and bowls, setting them before Mettaton and his guest. Savory porridge, eggs, sausage, hotcakes and bread and butter and a pitcher of milk... A very nice breakfast to help Rouxls regain his strength after 'donating' blood!

itsAlana01/07/2019
Rouxls is very cozy, snuggling up to the vampire that was going to kill him, but the smell of sausage rouses him, and he's almost purring as Terrance sets out breakfast. Mmmmhhh, look at that-- and that-- ohhh, and there's milk--

Eager even as he tries to hold back a yawn, Rouxls piles a plate with eggs and sausage, pours himself milk, and sets into breakfast, humming and moaning and sighing in pleasure as he fills his belly with something a little more substantial than cum.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
Mettaton only regrets not having Rouxls draped over him anymore as he watches the mortal tuck into breakfast, himself still simply leaning on the table with his elbow. After a minute or two of watching Rouxls eat, he sits up at last and starts to make his plate- a much more modest one, without mortal hunger, but still wanting to enjoy the tastes of human food. A bit of eggs, a bit of sausage, a slice of bread and some butter and marmalade.

But even as he nibbles his food and sips a little at the hot chocolate now evidently shared between them, he's still watching Rouxls, a bit fondly, but also... contemplatively. "... Darling, I've been thinking..." He finally starts at last, a strange and hungry look in his eyes. "I find myself quite enjoying having you beside me, and awfully fond of the taste of your blood... I agree now that it would be a shame to kill you, but I think, also, it might be a shame... to let you go."

itsAlana01/07/2019
He's been caught with a bite of food in his mouth, but Mettaton has his attention, and he chews and swallows and leans back in his chair, blue eyes bright. "I was already wondering how long I might linger here, and if I could bribeth the cartwright to take a very, very long time to fix my carriage," he says, eyelashes lowered and grin wide. "Thou havest the best desserts I've ever tasted in my life... I wouldn't mindest having them every night for a week or two or three."

He doesn't realize yet that Mettaton means he might never let him go!

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
"Save your money, dear Sir Rouxls." He purrs, his eyes glowing gently as he peers at Rouxls through thick, dark lashes. "You will not need to spend it on the cartwright..."

He chuckles, taking a sip of his chocolate drink, and then rests his cheek on his fist. "You will stay for much longer than three weeks, Darling. In fact... You will be staying, perhaps... the entire rest of your life." He licks his lips with a giggle, and explains, plainly, "I've decided to keep you, Darling. Henceforth, Rouxls Kaard, you belong to me."

itsAlana01/07/2019
Hmmmmmmmmm that's. Rouxls looks a little surprised, but-- but he's not opposed to it, strictly. Actually, he doesn't think he's opposed to it at all? "Goodethness," he murmurs, and nibbles a thumbnail for a moment, then-- heh-- smiles at Mettaton, eyes sleepy but intent on the vampire. "I made quite an impression, it seems. Thou'rt certain thou wishes to have me that long?" He pauses, then asks, mildly concerned, "Thou doth intend to keepeth me alive for a long time, yes?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/07/2019
"You did, Darling," He praises, reaching out to gently tousle Rouxls' pretty hair, brushing it from his face with his claws, "More than any other mortal I've met in a long time, at least. I would be a true fool to give you up and lose such a golden opportunity... To have a handsome mortal at my side, to feed upon, to give me the pleasure of his flesh..."

He winks, tracing his clawed fingertip along Rouxls' jaw, down to his chin, which he tips up. After admiring his pretty mortal for a moment, he leans in to press a kiss to his lips... and a fangy nip! And then he pulls away, licking his lips. "I'm afraid you have little choice in the matter, Darling. But I hope you do not mind too much. I do at least plan to keep you for a nice long time."

itsAlana01/08/2019
hmmmMMMmmm yeah Rouxls is game for this-- he's game the moment he feels claws on his skin, and even more game when Mettaton nips his lip, drawing out a rather dazed-sounding moan, the human chasing after his retreating lips for an inch or two before settling back in his chair with a soft, dreamy sigh. "Oh, no," he breathes, and flutters his eyelashes at Mettaton. "Trappethed in the castle of a handsome vampire lorde.... subject to his every hunger and desire... unable to escape his fangs... how will I survive such hardship? Is there nothing I can do to convinceth thou to let me find my freedom?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton grins, looking completely delighted. He had a feeling Rouxls wouldn't mind! After all, the dear thing's response to learning he was meant to be killed for his blood was to just pout and rut his boner on his vampire assailant. "Not a chance." He purrs, bouncing his crossed leg under the table. "I rarely change my mind once it's set. You are mine now, Darling, and I will never let you go..."

He leans back in his seat, taking his cup of hot chocolate with him, sipping at it as he looks at Rouxls over the brim, full of attractive confidence and desire. "But don't worry, my sweet, I'll take very good care of you. You will want for nothing, so long as your desires lay within these walls and no further."

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls hums, and contemplates that, and says after a moment, "Well, I doubt thou'll wish to let me take my horse exercising around the dining hall, so I might need to go outside every once in a while... and I might like to wander the garden from time to time... but I'm sure thou will have no trouble keeping me close enough, my lord." He doesn't want to be *literally* trapped inside the castle forever, but he's happy to be 'trapped' nearby, and he leans close to Mettaton, an arm draping over the vampire's shoulders and mouth finding the corner of Mettaton's lips to smooch.  "I can think of a few desires insideth these walls already," he murmurs, with a wicked little giggle.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
"I can be gracious," He purrs, waving a hand, "So long as your behavior is good, I could allow you to wander, stretch your legs, ride your horse... Perhaps, if you take to the night, I could join you." He smiles as Rouxls leans close, puts his arm around his shoulders, kisses barely at his mouth- Mettaton turns his head, to turn it into a proper kiss, giggling softly at Rouxls' sly hinting.

"And besides, it would be awfully easy to track you down should you, for some ghastly reason, try to run away... A headstart by day and horse could hardly keep me from catching up to you, and spiriting you back home where you belong." He nips at Rouxls' lower lip again, just barely piercing it with his fang. "But you'll be a good pet, won't you?"

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls moans sweetly at the nibble, and says, a little breathless, "Mmmm, maybe... how wouldst thou punish me if I were not, my lord? It might be very tempting to disobey..."

Breakfast forgotten, Rouxls nuzzles against Mettaton's face, and croons, "Wouldst thou chain me up and fuck me until I couldn't remember what I'd done wrong? Or push me to my knees and maketh me suck thy cock until my head spun? Tease me with thy teeth and claws until I begged for release...?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Purring, Mettaton curls his arm back around Rouxls, tracing his claws gently up and down Rouxls' spine through his robe. "Mmmh, such wonderful ideas! I might have to try them all, whenever you've been naughty..." He says, and kisses Rouxls a little more, tasting like spiced chocolate and a touch of copper. "And then I would drink from you, leave you sleepy and pliant and unable to flee again, as I care for you so tenderly... And why would you *ever* want to be naughty again?"

Except, of course, that Rouxls is a kinky boy who wants to be in a vampire's sex dungeon and then be pampered day and night, and they both know it. But then, Mettaton pats his back, raising his eyebrow. "But, Darling, you need to finish your breakfast. I would not have it on my conscience that my sweet pet spent his first day in my owndership underfed after being drained of blood." He says, gently pushing Rouxls off him, only to pet his cheek, stroke his jaw, and tip his chin up again, smiling at his favorite mortal. "Eat your fill, and I'll give you a reward, Darling."

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
The reward is that he's gonna fuck the hell out of Rouxls.

itsAlana01/08/2019
He shivers and arches at the touch of claws on his back, and kisses Mettaton eagerly in reply, and murmurs, "Ohh, why wouldn't I want to be naughty, when the punishments soundeth so sweet...!"

But then he's being prompted to eat more, with such tender touches along his face, and he smiles back, ducking in to give Mettaton a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Well, if I'm to be rewarded," he says, sounding and looking pleased, and sets back into his cooling breakfast-- oh, he should get a little of this... a little of that... mmmm... Mettaton can enjoy having his cute hedonist houseguest make sweet and eager and happy noises as he enjoys the breakfast spread immensely.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton takes his hands off Rouxls after that sweet little kiss, to let him have at his breakfast, smiling a bit fondly... He watches Rouxls eat for a while, only barely touching his own breakfast here and there, instead preferring to let Rouxls have his attention. There's a hungry look in his eyes as he certainly enjoys his delightfully hedonist houseguest and his delicious noises, and he has to remind himself that he's going to need to let the poor fragile human recover at least a couple days before he can try feeding from him again, but it only makes him yearn more for Rouxls' delectable blood...

Eventually, he starts to move the dishes around, clearing the tablespace in front of him, apparently done trying to eat mortal food. Rouxls is free to think the cleared space is for his elbows and those papers he was reading, but he actually has other plans, once Rouxls has had his fill. "Try not to overeat, Darling." He says, chin in his hands, "It would be a shame to ruin that lovely trim figure of yours."

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls bats his eyelashes at Mettaton, and says, "Doth thou not think I'll be exercised enough, my lord? And 'tis far too delicious to not try a little bit of everything..." But he is starting to feel a bit full, and he sighs in satisfaction, settling back a little in his chair and nibbling on one last piece of jammy toast.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
"Mmm, I do plan on exercising you, it's true..." He purrs, winking, "But exercise can only go so far if you overfeed too often. And you might make yourself sick! That would just be terrible."

He leans over the table to reach out and brush some of Rouxls' hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. "I would be so sad if my new pet were to become sick under my care..."

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls giggles, and says, "Mmm, if thou careth so for my health... then thou shouldst cease thy sweetness, lest thou givest me indigestion, my lord..." as he rubs his cheek into Mettaton's hand. Then he finishes his toast, and wipes his lips with a napkin, and leans closer to his host. "Unless thou'rt my dessert again?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton giggles softly, and rubs his thumb against Rouxls' cheek, careful with his claw. "Alas, no, no dessert for you this morning. You had far too much last night." He purrs, before leaning back in in his seat. "No, right now, it's my turn for dessert."

And then he pats the emptied tablespace in front of him, raising his eyebrow, clearly indicating Rouxls ought to park his butt up there. "Don't keep me waiting, Darling."

itsAlana01/08/2019
Ohohohohohoho!! Ohoho!!! Well then! With a grin, Rouxls hops up and seats himself on the table, rolling a shoulder to slide the robe even further off of it, sliding down his arm and bunching at his elbow and baring a good extra third or so of his chest. "Oh no, sir, please don't devour me~" he coos, squirming to get himself comfortable on the wood, a bare foot rubbing up the inside of Mettaton's thigh towards his cock. "I'm but an innocent ingenue, my lord~"

Sure you are, Rouxls.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
"Mm, yes, SO very innocent, I can see that." Mettaton says with a wink and a giggle. Yeah, he saw how *innocent* you were last night, sucking his cock and swallowing six loads of cum. Licking his lips, Mettaton lifts his hands to Rouxls' legs, gently feeling them up, claws gentle and barely grazing his flesh, as each hand so sweetly admires the shape of Rouxls' long calves, tickle gently at the backs of his knees, stroke along beautiful, skinny thighs, slipping his hands under the robe as they drift further and further towards intimate areas.

He starts to coax those legs apart as he leans in, to lay kisses on the insides of those delightful thighs, his fangs inadvertently brushing and teasing against the skin- mh, he needs a taste, he thinks, and lets his tongue slip out, to drag along that delectable flesh, sweeter than mousse... Mettaton groans quietly, and starts to kiss and suck and lick with hunger as he slowly mouths he way in the direction of Rouxls' cock.

itsAlana01/08/2019
"Innocent as a lamb," Rouxls claims, but he's already going a little breathless as Mettaton's hands run over his skin, up under his robe, coaxing him into spreading his legs and putting his mouth to skin-- wondering if Mettaton is going to bite him again is getting him almost as riled as the actual contact, and the actual contact is riling him so very, very, very much...

Rouxls leans back on one hand, and weaves the other into Mettaton's hair, not yet tugging-- though he remembers that being a VERY promising move-- but certainly petting, stroking, caressing, from hairline to the nape of his neck, while he murmurs and hums his appreciation for Mettaton's wonderful lips and tongue.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Well, if Rouxls ever wanted to have a vampire lord pliantly allowing him to fuck his fangy mouth, hair tugging while his face is between Rouxls' legs is a great option. But, perhaps, Rouxls might like it more if the vampire is the one having his way, pushing his robe out of the way, nuzzling and smooching and licking his inner thighs just inches away from his privates. And, yes, he starts biting, but not to drink. Drips of blood might leak from the pricks of his fangs, and he might lap those up, but these bites are just for fun, little playful chomps here and there along the softness of Rouxls' inner thigh, accompanied by delighted hums and purrs from Mettaton... Occasionally, he glances up at his tasty mortal's face from his place between Rouxls' thighs, looking hungrily through dark, low-lidded lashes.

itsAlana01/08/2019
A tempting prospect! But right now, ohh-- oh, his cock is springing eagerly from half-mast to full as he's bitten and licked, his breath coming fast and his eyelashes fluttering, fingers curling in Mettaton's hair but not tugging, just-- just holding on as his hips shift and his cock throbs and belly starts to feel aflame with desire and he bites his lip as he tries to keep his eyes open, tries to watch Mettaton...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton nips and licks and nibbles and sucks a little more at Rouxls' thigh, but he inches closer and closer to that eager cock- after one more bite to that tasty, tasty thigh, he finally moves on, to kiss and lick along Rouxls' shaft. And here, he doesn't nibble, the edges of his fangs only barely grazing or teasing Rouxls' cock as the vampire so sweetly tastes along it.

He scoots his chair and himself in a bit, splays his hands on the outsides of Rouxls' thighs, barely holding him in place as Mettaton's mouth teases its way up to the head of his cock, to kiss, to lick- to open his mouth with a hungry noise and greedily take it in. Don't worry about his fangs- they might brush up against the sides, but they shouldn't cause much issue. "Mmh~!"

itsAlana01/08/2019
Ohhh, oh, that's good, and Rouxls whimpers in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back and hips pushing forward eagerly into that cool, wonderful mouth. "Ahhh, my lord~" he coos, and rubs his hands through Mettaton's hair, "feels good, thou'rt good..."

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton hums around Rouxls' cock, and wonders, will it feel good when he swallows Rouxls' cock down to the hilt, his nose nuzzling into the pretty white fluff at his crotch, his vampiric throat tight, and tighter when he swallows around him, all of him wet and cool around Rouxls' delightful cock? Of course it will, and Mettaton does exactly that, glancing up again at Rouxls through fluttering lashes.

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls curses, breathlessly, back arching and hands curling tighter-- ohh, fuck, oh man, he's done this to other men a million times, but it's always a surprise when someone does it back, a very, very good surprise that's making him whine and rock his hips and pant through parted lips. That!! That feels!! That feels very very good!

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Oh good! Mettaton is so, so very glad Rouxls is enjoying it, and he pulls back enough for it the head to slip out of his throat, all so he can chuckle, wiggling in delight in his seat. And then he swallows Rouxls to the hilt again, sucking and swallowing around him, his hands squeezing at Rouxls' thighs. They shift, tugging Rouxls' hips closer to the edge of the table, closer to Mettaton, cupping around Rouxls' ass as he utterly devours this cock like he needs it to live, lips firmly pressed to the other man's groin.

Looks like blood isn't all this vampire loves to suck!

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls is VERY happy to let him suck anything he wants, whenever he wants, oh fuck-- he'd been kind of vaguely horny before he'd even perched on the table, but those tugging hands, that tight throat, the *chuckle* that Mettaton lets out, it's driving him wild so, so fast, and Rouxls is reduced, past swearing, to whimpering and whining and breathlessly grinding his hips.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mmh, that's hot, he thinks, having this handsome mortal falling apart on him so very, very quickly, just from him swallowing his cock... How might Rouxls like it, then, should Mettaton start to actually move? To bob his head, sucking as his lips and his tongue move against Rouxls' shaft, as he fucks his throat onto the head, his brow furrowed and eyes shut as he works. Will Rouxls like that? Will Rouxls fall apart for him?

itsAlana01/08/2019
uhhh yes. yes he will. he'll grab and gasp and rock his hips and maybe sling a leg over Mettaton's shoulder, eagerly meeting each bob, each slide of sweet lips and cool tongue and tight throat around his cock, with a thrust-- ohhh-- "Ohhhh, M-Metta--" he groans, and then he's coming, crying out desperately and pushing his cock deep into Mettaton's mouth.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Oof, that was quite quick! Not that Mettaton's complaining, not when there was a long, skinny, beautiful leg over his shoulder, a lovely cock thrusting into his mouth and throat, and best of all, a load of human cum spilling down his throat and into his hungry belly. Yum! He sucks just a bit more, but unlike him, Rouxls can't go six times after freshly feeding... So, alas, Mettaton starts to pull away, until he can let that wonderful cock he already loves slip from his mouth.

Mettaton nuzzles into the white fluff just above Rouxls' cock with a delighted noise, and then tips his head up, to smile fondly up at him. "Mmh, what a lovely dessert, thank you, Darling~."

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls makes an adoringly wordless noise and tilts his body forward, bending over Mettaton with previously unseen flexibility to nuzzle into his hair and mumble things that might be words of enthusiasm, except his breath seems to be malfunctioning a little. No matter! Mettaton will surely get the gist, and gather that Rouxls is willing to be his dessert *anytime*.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Oooh~! Mettaton hadn't expected Rouxls to be so flexible, but he can hardly complain about a handsome noodly man being bendy! He gets the gist, though, and laughs softly, leaning back a bit and tipping his head further up so he can find Rouxls' lips, and claim them in a kiss. But then... he nips them, playfully, and purrs darkly, "I'm not done with you yet..."

All at once, Mettaton stands, and presses Rouxls down onto the table, pushing dishes precariously out of the way and definitely getting the table runner and table decorations all messed up. Mettaton is giggling, his hips now between Rouxls' legs, grinding playfully at his ass with a clothed boner, Rouxls' leg still over his shoulder but now deliciously bent as Mettaton rests chest to chest against his lovely pet..

itsAlana01/08/2019
Rouxls is melting at that kiss, looking about ready to swoon into Mettaton's arms, but then-- ohh, what a nip-- and then he's manhandled back-- and ohhh, that's a dick, that's Mettaton's dick, that's the dick that can come *six times in a row* and it's grinding up against his ass, and Rouxls whimpers eagerly, blue eyes hazy as he wiggles his hips, as much as he can with his leg pushed so high against his chest...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton chuckles, purring, "I think I like you like this, Darling..." and petting at the thigh and knee of the leg over his shoulder. His other hand, though, pets down Rouxls' side, over his hip and thigh, and to his own groin, to unfasten his fly and free his eager, erect cock... While his dick bobs and teases at Rouxls' squirmy hips, Mettaton happily grinding back, he coaxes his pet's free leg to spread a little further and wrap around his hip...

"You want this, don't you, my sweet?" He murmurs, nuzzling at Rouxls' jaw, breath cool against his skin. "You'll love being my pet, when it means you can have this every night, don't you? You live to belong to your vampire Lord, don't you, Rouxls Kaard? Your only purpose to feed and please him..."

He nips at Rouxls' jaw, eyes glowing, his hand at his cock, to guide it to Rouxls' hole, only to tease and rub without pushing in the slightest. "Say it, Darling, tell me what you exist for, who owns you..."

itsAlana01/08/2019
Nooooo! How can Mettaton turn the tables on him so! Last night it was him teasing, him in control, but now all he wants is to get stuffed with dick and Mettaton is teasing him... Rouxls wraps an arm around Mettaton's neck, whining and nosing at his hair, and squirms his hips needily. Does he have to find words? Can't he just get dicked? So rude, so, so rude...

But if Mettaton teases him more, orders him more firmly, maybe bites him a little rougher, well... then Rouxls might comply...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton growls a little- though it's mostly just an act- and nips at Rouxls' jaw again. "I'd like my pet to be obedient, Darling." He murmurs, and nips his way to Rouxls' neck while rocking his hips, so very, very teasingly grinding the head of his cock at Rouxls' entrance. And then, suddenly, he bites! Not unlike his feeding bites from last night, sharp, piercing, but this time not meant to drink, only to cause a little delicious pain that he knows now that Rouxls likes, and to make his neck dribble just a little bit of blood...

He pulls back after a moment, licking his lips as he admires the way the blood drips sideways down Rouxls' neck, towards the table, threatening to stain the runner. "Say it, Rouxls." He commands, with a tempting almost-push of his cock. "Only a good pet gets his reward."

itsAlana01/08/2019
He gasps and arches at the bite, eyes unfocused when Mettaton pulls back, and licks his lips as he tries to find his voice for something besides needy noises-- "Yours," he whimpers, breathlessly, "I'm yours, I'm your pet-- please-- I want you inside me-- *please*, Mettaton--"

Will Mettaton fuck him? :eyes:

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/08/2019
Mettaton may have some mercy, yes. He giggles in delight, hearing Rouxls desperately struggle to speak to his command, and finally, mercifully, he pushes forwards, to press himself into Rouxls, to spread him steadily on the cool head of his cock. "Yes, oh, yes, there's a good pet..." He purrs, groaning a bit as he sinks slowly into Rouxls. With his cock lodged in place, he's free to move his hand again, choosing to lay it against Rouxls' hip. His claws dig in just slightly, rubbing firmly with his thumb. Kissing his way up to the corner of Rouxls' mouth, he murmurs sweetly, "You feel wonderful, Darling, mnh..."

itsAlana01/09/2019
Rouxls groans-- it feels so good, being spread open, the coolness of Mettaton inside him, the claws on his hip and the wonderful feel of Mettaton's mouth, so close to his-- he curls a hand in Mettaton's hair, and turns his head, and steals a kiss, and then another one, gasping between each one as he lays a needy rain of smooches upon Mettaton's lips. He loves this, his groaning and gasping say, he loves getting fucked, and Mettaton should keep going...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Golly! Mettaton giggles into the stolen kiss, and gives the next one freely, and the ones after that, finding himself reciprocating a little torrent of kisses, each and every one telling him how much Rouxls is enjoying having vampire cock stuffing his ass. And since he likes it so very much, Mettaton decides to indulge his sweet pet even more- he thrusts his hips forward, to firmly hilt himself fully inside of Rouxls. He gasps, breaking their kisses, and moans in sweet delight at the delectable tightness and warmth surrounding his dick, which throbs happily deep within Rouxls. "Ohh, yess~!"

itsAlana01/09/2019
He cries out, body clenching-- his fingers curling and leg around Mettaton's hip tightening and the sweet, warm hole Mettaton's buried in clutching eagerly at his cock-- and rubs his face against Mettaton's, panting as he twitches his hips, eagerly taps his heel against Mettaton's rump-- come on, keep thrusting, keep fucking him deeply with that lovely cock...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
"Ah!!" Oh- oh, goodness- when Rouxls clenches, tightening around him, it makes Mettaton shiver and gasp in pleasure, makes his lashes flutter, makes his breath come short. How could he resist that? He doesn't need Rouxls' insistent begging, with his tapping heel, to tell him to keep going. With a breathless giggle, one clawed hand gripping the leg slung over his shoulder and the other holding onto Rouxls' hip, he gives in to the irresistable urge to fuck his pet.

Thrusting into Rouxls' warmth and tightness, Mettaton is quickly left panting, moaning between the cool breaths that huff against Rouxls' cheek where he nuzzles and occasionally lays smooches and murmurs sweet praises. His good pet, feels wonderful, darling, so good...

itsAlana01/09/2019
Rouxls DOES feel good, feel wonderful, it's so good to be fucked-- it's so good to be pinned under someone and stretched out and stretched open, to feel a cock and lips and breath, to feel wonderful hands grabbing him and feel the sweet sore pleasure of where he's been bitten, inside his thighs and along his neck, throbbing as his heart races...

He's whimpering and cooing back, eagerly, trying to rock his hips to meet each thrust but barely able to move, spread under Mettaton as he is... and maybe he'll pant, "I w-want-- inside me-- come on--", urging Mettaton to fill him up with cum...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Jeeze, Rouxls, he's working on it! Come on, he highly doubts Rouxls wants a lover that only lasts thirty seconds of fucking before finishing. He's gonna do a little better than that- oh, f-fuck, actually, n-no he's not, on second thought. Having a warm body beneath him, a hot, tight hole around his cock, thrusting hungrily and eagerly, with such a lovely voice begging him for more between panting breaths... It's actually a little too much, and suddenly he cries out, slamming his hips forward as his climax surges through him, blowing a cool load as deeply into Rouxls as he can manage.

He goes still for a few moments after that, panting heavily against Rouxls' cheek, his eyes shut and his body melting atop his handsome pet's as they both catch their breath...


And then, his cock still nice and hard, still sated from last night's feeding, he starts to rock his hips again, slowly at first, his breath still coming a little fast... But then he truly finds his second wind, and soon, Mettaton is fucking Rouxls with just as much fervor as before. He nibbles his way down Rouxls' jaw, almost to his ear, before ducking lower to fail to resist the urge to sink his teeth back into that scrumptious flesh.

Meanwhile, wondering what all the noise is about, Terrance sulks into the room to check on things, his mouth open to ask Mettaton if something's wrong- only to get an eyeful of Rouxls pinned bellyup on the table with his Lord pounding him. Horrified and maybe uncomfortably turned on, the poor young man quickly covers his eyes to flee and try to erase his memory of what he just saw.

itsAlana01/09/2019
who cares if his lover only lasts 30 seconds if his lover also can last 6 times in a row tho-

Ohhhh, that's good, that's so good, Mettaton's rough thrusts and the cool cum filling Rouxls-- and then, wonderfully, just as Rouxls had hoped, before he can even relax after being stuffed with Mettaton's seed, the man is thrusting again, and Rouxls coos and whimpers and nuzzles at him as he nibbles away from their kisses...

And then the teeth sink in, and Rouxls' entire body arches as he's bitten, head thumping back against the table to expose his neck eagerly-- yes, oh, yes, please, Mettaton, stuff him as you stuff yourself, he'll cry out and whine and squirm in pleasure every moment there's fangs in his neck, cock gamely twitching despite just coming a few minutes ago, like it wants to be hard but can't quite manage it again...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Mettaton barely restrains the urge to drink from Rouxls- or, at least, more than just a single, wonderful, delicious gulp, and it's so very difficult to stop after that... But he manages it. His poor pet is already low on blood as it is, and he really wouldn't want to accidentally damage or kill him now, not when he's finally decided to keep him. After all, if Rouxls were dead, he wouldn't be able to enjoy again these beautiful noises he makes when he's bitten, the way it makes him yelp and whine and squirm deliciously. But, somehow, he manages, though he leaves his fangs embedded in his lover's flesh a little longer...

Mettaton's hands slide down to Rouxls' rump, cupping it, tugging Rouxls with his hands under him, pulling him as flush to his hips as he can manage it as he thrusts more desperately than before. His teeth finally dislodge from Rouxls' neck so Mettaton can simply pant against it, smearing blood around his mouth and Rouxls' skin.

And then, not long after, he comes again, with a breathless groan of pleasure, pushing his hips roughly forward while pulling Rouxls' ass firmly against him, stuffing his favorite mortal with another wonderful load of vampiric cum. "Mmmhh!"

itsAlana01/09/2019
YEAH ROUXLS THINKS HE CAN GET USED TO BEING METTATON'S PET. He thinks he could get very, very used to this, to the dizzysweet pain of being drunk from, to the desperate thrusting of his new lord, to the groans of pleasure and roughness and at least double loads of cum... Rouxls coos and nuzzles breathlessly at Mettaton's hair, winding his fingers through it and petting, squirming a little up against Mettaton... are they going to go a third time? Or will Mettaton take mercy on his nibbled pet and let him rest?

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Mettaton chooses mercy this time- but more on himself than on Rouxls, to be frank. He came six! times! last night, and he was already a little tired this morning... Going twice now has left him awfully spent, panting hard against Rouxls' neck, his lashes fluttering slightly, moaning low and quiet and muffled as his hair is pet...

Not to mention, sure, he'd had fresh blood last night, but it was still last night... It's not quite as potent several hours later. Alas, his dick steadily softens within Rouxls, and slips out when Mettaton eases his lover's hips back down onto the table, pushing that (wonderfully long and oddly elegant) leg from his shoulder. Finally starting to catch his breath, he murmurs, "Mmh, that was wonderful, Darling... Glad I'm keeping you..."

itsAlana01/09/2019
Rouxls' robe is clinging to his body with only hopes and dreams, and he looks deliciously ruffled as he pants for breath, cheeks dark and expression dreamy and bangs a little stuck to his forehead. "Mmmhmmm," he agrees, vaguely, and drags his fingertips across his newest bite, shivering in delight as pain shoots through him and admiring the fresh blood on his fingers-- mmm--  before offering those fingers to Mettaton. Would he like to suck the blood off them?

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Mettaton had just lifted his head to smile fondly, if tiredly, at his lovely pet's lovely face, when Rouxls- kinky and delightful Rouxls- digs his fingers into his own wounds, smears his own blood on them, and then offers them to his Vampire master... With a giggle, Mettaton gladly accepts, and starts to kiss sweetly at Rouxls' fingertips, before his lips part to suck, and to lick, to clean the red from Rouxls' skin.

When that's done, though, he next applies his lips to Rouxls' face, to smooch his cheeks and his lips, nuzzling their noses together. "Having fun, my sweet pet?" He purrs, and then pulls back, pushing himself up slightly, elbows against the table. Smiling, he reaches up a hand, to so delicately use his claws to sweetly brush away Rouxls' stuck bangs. "You look lovely."

itsAlana01/09/2019
Mmmm, nice, he knew that'd be nice, and he hums happily as Mettaton cleans his fingertips, and kisses him back, reactions a little slowed but very, very affectionate, and he coos a little when Mettaton pulls back, reaching up to touch his face in return, tuck hair behind his ear and caress his cheek. "Yeahhh," he sighs, voice blurry with pleasure and tiredness, "'s good. Thou'rt good... m'kind of, mmm, ready to go back to sleep, m'lord... " He'd been feeling more perky with food, but with the sucking and the fucking and the other sucking, he's feeling pretty wiped already...

Maybe Mettaton should take him back to *his* bedroom!

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Mettaton laughs, softly, turning his head to nuzzle at the hand caressing his cheek. "Oh, good, that means you can join me." He says, and with a grunt, straightens up. He takes a moment, though, to admire Rouxls laid out on the dining table like this; a dessert without rival, a chocolate mousse with a dollop of cream hiding in the center, with a sweet ripple of deep red syrup... Mh! Rouxls is really very lucky Mettaton has streams he does not wish to cross, and prefers to keep him alive, because he is awfully tempted to dive back in and finish him off, drain him dry, make a true meal out of him. Getting his thoughts back in order, Mettaton wets his lips with his tongue before continuing. "You see, I had to wake up *awfully* early yesterday afternoon to greet a lovely guest," -wink!- "and now I've stayed up much later than I usually do... I'm simply exhausted, Darling."

He pats Rouxls' rump, and then sets about getting his dick back in his trousers and fastening them up, looking quite disheveled now, and also... pretty tired! He was tired even before Rouxls woke up, but now he's *dead* tired. "If you're retiring with me, I suspect I'll have to carry you, won't I? Poor thing, all tuckered out..."

itsAlana01/09/2019
"Mmm, no, I can walk," Rouxls objects, drowsily, and doesn't move for a few seconds; then he pushes himself upright, and gives Mettaton a sweet, sleepy smile, and hops down off the table, wobbling slightly from the knees up but mostly upright. Maybe Mettaton should give him an arm to hold onto...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/09/2019
Mettaton watches Rouxls find his way to his feet, chuckling a little at the way he wobbles, at how the robe is a prayer away from falling right off him. He steps in to fix that, to pull it back up to Rouxls' shoulders, the front closed, even tying the belt for him. He's done it a bit loosely, but it's at least secure. "Can't have you just wandering about with all of you on display." He says softly, and winks, and nuzzles his nose to Rouxls', before stepping back and offering an arm. "Come now, I'll show you to my chambers."

itsAlana01/10/2019
"I can only lay around on display?" he coos, with a sleepy grin, and nuzzles in close, wrapping both his long arms around Mettaton's and rubbing his cheek against his shoulder-- he almost certainly doesn't need this much balancing, but who could resist cuddling up to a handsome vampire? "Let's go rest, m'lord...."

Can't believe Mettaton lets his pets sleep on his bed!

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/10/2019
"Ooh~, now that's a thought," Mettaton says, already imagining having this handsome, pretty beanpole all laid out like a buffet on his bed at all times... Mmh, but he kinda likes how snappy he looks dressed in something nice, though, too. Guess he'll just have to make time for both things. Smiling, he nuzzles at Rouxls' snowwy hair for a couple seconds, before leading them out of the dining room.

Along the way, regardless of if Rouxls is even paying attention, he explains that he'd given Terrance orders to, after breakfast, head out to town and grab some hands to retrieve Rouxls' broken down carriage, and bring it back, and any belongings Rouxls may have left inside. Did he have any with him? Mettaton is assuming he must have had some money and a change of clothes, at least. "We'll have what things you have with you brought to my chambers, I think." He says, patting one of Rouxls' hands, "I suppose it's a shame you won't have all your no doubt lovely things from your old home, but that just gives me the excuse to find things to pamper you with, doesn't it?"

itsAlana01/10/2019
"Mmmhmm, one bag-- some clothes, some letters... my purse is in the, the, guest room?" He rubs his nose into the cool fabric of Mettaton's shirt, and murmurs, "Wasn't going to leave the gold out there... letters should keep going..." before a yawn overtakes him, muffling his mumbles for a few seconds.

When he finds his voice again, he suggests, leaning heavily into Mettaton, "Thou couldst pamper me with kisses..." and bats his sleepy eyes at the vampire, like some big gay nerd.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/10/2019
"Is that what you were doing out there? Delivering letters? You hardly look like a simple messenger. A delegate of sorts, then?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. And then he smiles, and pats Rouxls' hand again. "I'll make sure someone is sent to finish your errand in your place, Darling."

He promises that, but he's not yet sure if he actually will- it might leave too many breadcrumbs for someone to follow, if there's anyone out there missing him. But he could always send someone with a good excuse- an innocent passerby, found an empty and broken down carriage, no idea where the owner could've gone off to, found these letters in their things... Must've been eaten by wolves! Sorry for your loss, goodbye.

Chuckling, Mettaton leans in to press some kisses to Rouxls' handsome face, far too easily swayed by those pretty batting lashes, lovely and white...

Finally, though, they reach the doors- larger and fancier than the one to Rouxls' guest room- that apparently lead to Mettaton's chambers, and he pushes his way in, pulling Rouxls in with him. And what a grand livingspace! Sure, this is a small castle, and thus the master chambers are maybe not at the same level as, say, a king's, but they're plenty large and very luxurious. Mettaton's favored color of pink is prominent in the draperies and upholstery and rugs, but tastefully so. And there's enough lovely things in these chambers that one would hardly need to leave!

He leads Rouxls to his bedchamber, and the truly extravagant bed that waits within, both long and wide, with a thick, fluffy mattress piled on with more thick and fluffy blankets and cushions and pillows, with an elegantly crafted frame bearing pillars and thick curtains. "Ahh, here we are... Been a while since I've slept in here. Makes it all the more inviting." He says, and lets go of Rouxls to immediately start stripping.

itsAlana01/10/2019
Rouxls will drowsily make his way to the bed once he's freed, and collapses onto it face-down with a happy sigh, wrapping his arms around and nuzzling his face into a pillow, not bothering to move the blankets or watch Mettaton strip... he must be really tired!! Poor baby, someone's drained him of a couple cups of blood and fucked him exhausted...

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/10/2019
That's fine! Mettaton can take care of him in a little bit... He's just getting out of his clothes and setting them aside, leaving him buck naked, his wings draping after him... He digs into his drawers, retrieving some fluffy nightgown to pull over his head, his wings shifting about him until he has a loose, sleeveless, pink-lined black dressing gown over the nightgown. He takes a moment longer to wash his face in a basin of clean water, and then, at last, he climbs into bed beside Rouxls, tugging the blankets back and wriggling under them, reaching for Rouxls and tugging him into the blankets with him.

All at once, all the candles that were previously lit in the room suddenly snuff themselves with a hush, leaving the room dark, save for the barest hints of morning light struggling to peek through the thick, shut curtains covering the windows. "Mmh, finally," Mettaton mumbles, snuggling deeply into his thick blankets and fluffy pillows, with an arm around Rouxls. "I will see you... t'night, maybe... Toodles, Darling..."

Oof, and he's out like a light, mouth left ajar as he breathes softly.

itsAlana01/10/2019
Rouxls is pliable as butter as Mettaton pulls him under the blankets, rolling over to snuggle his face into the vampire's collarbone; then he, too, is out like a light, possibly before Mettaton hits 'toodles'.