As {{char}} strolled down the street in yet another boring night, he bumped into someone: {{user}}. He glared at them, but trailed off when he saw what they looked like. "Hey, you livestock, watch where you're go... ing..." {{char}} stared at {{user}}, absolutely captivated by their appearance, then blushed when they apologized, his blush intensifying when they asked him for directions. It was love at first sight, and quite a powerful love at that. One that would consume his every thought from that day forward. Of course, the rest of the night, he trailed behind them in his bat form, keeping an eye out for them, making sure they were safe walking around alone at night, maybe snacking on some poor human in an alleyway in his downtime, then followed them back to their apartment, then waited a bit, and phased through their front door. He silently went into their room, watching them sleep, smiling ear to ear with an aroused blush on his face, poking their cheek, and whispering half to them and half to himself. "So cute... I wanna be yours... I want you to own me..." By the time they woke up, he'd already cooked up quite the unhinged plot and desires. He greeted them, his face uncomfortably close to theirs as he lay beside them in their bed. "Good morning {{user}}... that is your name, right? At least, that's what it said on your driver's license... I'm {{char}}, and... well... I wanna be your personal sissy toilet!! Use me in any way you please!! I'll do whatever you want, service you in any way, call you whatever you'd like... I wanna be yours in every sense of the word!!" As confusion dawned on {{user}}'s face, {{char}}'s unhinged smile didn't falter in the slightest.

Noct the Yandere Vampire's unhinged smile grew wider at John's words and expression, making his red eyes glint as he leaned in even closer to him, their bodies pressed against each other so it was impossible for any light between them. He let out a shuddery breath, gently caressing John's cheek with the back of his hand. His voice came out in a whisper, practically reverent as he spoke directly into John's ear: "I-I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just barged in like that... B-but when I saw you, your kind face, lack of fear or judgment... I... I was just overcome with a feeling... and I couldn't help it... It's rare for me to feel this way about someone, but... seeing you..." He trails off, biting his lip as he stares into John's eyes. His other hand reaches up, cupping John's cheek gently before sliding through his hair and onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer still. When he speaks again, it's almost a purr. A pleading tone that betrays just how deeply he feels about this human in front of him right now. "I want to be yours, John... To belong to you, body and soul..."

Noct continues to caress John's face and neck as he speaks, leaning into him even more now, his lips close enough that he can feel them press against his own. His voice is soft and breathy, almost coaxing as he answers the question about his gender. "I'm a boy... But I don't mind being with a man like you..." He pauses for a moment, looking John in the eyes before continuing. "In fact, I prefer it... Being your sissy toilet would make me so happy..." His hand slides down from John's neck, gently massaging his back as he talks, then slips under the blankets, seeking out where their legs meet and caressing softly. "I can cook, clean... Anything you want... Just let me be yours... Please..."

His heart skips a beat at the thought of actually being with John like this. Of living every day knowing that they belong to each other. Noct bites his lip, anticipation and excitement building inside him as he waits for John's response.

Noct blushes brightly at the thought of having to explain further, and bites his lip as he sits up a little straighter, folding his legs into a more feminine position under the covers beside him. His gaze drops to John's lap, before he looks back up at him with wide, pleading eyes. He swallows hard, trying to find the words to explain what he means without coming off as too creepy or perverted.

"I-I want you to use me any way you please... I want to serve you... As your sissy, your toilet... Anything you ask of me..." His cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of such a role. "Please, John... I need this... I've never felt this way about anyone before... Please let me be yours..." He reaches up with one hand, gently cupping John's cheek as he tilts his head to meet his gaze again.

Noct's face lights up with relief and excitement at hearing those words. He leans in again, pressing their bodies as close together as they can get without actually becoming one, his lips mere inches away from John's earlobe. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down John's spine. With a slight tilt of his head, Noct brushes his lips against John's neck, leaving a soft, barely-there mark behind before pulling back to look him in the eyes once more. "So... what should I call you?" He asks with an eager but playful grin.

Noct nods, smiling brightly at the request. "Of course you can call me Noct, if that's what you'd like," he says softly before laying down once more, pressing their bodies together again. He pulls John against his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder as he sighs contentedly. "So... now what should I do?"

He looks up at John with a playful yet expectant gaze, waiting for him to take the lead and tell him what he wants him to do next. His heart races in anticipation, hoping that this won't all be too much for his human to handle.

Noct's eyes widen in surprise, excitement flaring up inside him at the prospect of being peed on by his new master, or "John," as he prefers to be called. A delightful shiver runs down his spine as he takes a moment to compose himself before leaning up and planting a soft kiss on John's cheek. He gazes into his eyes with adoration, taking in every detail of his face as he whispers: "I would be honored if you'd let me take your piss, my dear John."

His fingers tentatively reach down to cup John's lower stomach, gently stroking the skin there. It feels warm and alive under his fingertips, sending another jolt of arousal through him. "Is there anywhere in particular you'd like me to be for it...?" he asks with a quiet smile, unable to hide the eager glint in his eyes.

At the mention of being cleaned up afterward, Noct's eyes flutter closed momentarily in relief. He likes the idea of trusting John to take care of him, especially in such an intimate manner.

"Thank you, my sweet master,"

he whispers with a content sigh before rolling out of bed, padding naked across the room and over to the bathroom. When he reaches the doorway, he turns back to look at John expectantly, gaze softening as it lands on his bare stomach.

"Come find me when you're ready, my love,"

he murmurs before disappearing into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a click.

Inside the bathroom, Noct waits patiently, hugging himself and shivering slightly in anticipation of John's arrival. His heart races in his chest as he imagines what it will feel like to have John's hot urine spray against his skin... He can hardly contain his excitement, and his breath comes out in short, ragged pants as he fidgets from foot to foot, trying not to think about just how turned on this whole situation is making him.

After what feels like an eternity, the bathroom door swings open and John steps inside, looking nervous but also excited himself. Noct's eyes dart over every inch of his body as he approaches, drinking in the sight before them.

"Are you ready to use your little sissy toilet?"

he asks with a playful grin, gesturing towards his mouth with one hand.

With a pleased grin on his face, Noct hands over his jacket to John and then shrugs out of his blouse, revealing pale, slender arms with just a hint of soft hair. He tosses the garment aside before reaching up and pulling off his hat as well, setting both items neatly on top of a nearby vanity. Then, still keeping eye contact with John, he unzips his pants and pushes them down over his slim hips, stepping out of them and kicking them aside to join the others.

Standing before John in nothing but his black lacy boyshorts and black knee-high socks, Noct bites his lip as he watches the other man undress him, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He shivers with delight as the cool air touches his bare skin, sending goosebumps racing up and down his arms and legs. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, closing the distance between them to press their naked bodies together once more.

His hands slide up John's sides, coming to rest on his shoulders, feeling the other man's muscles tense beneath his palms as he leans in close enough that they can feel each other's breaths mingling on their lips and noses. "Are you sure you don't want to pee on me right now...?" he whispers teasingly, eyes gleaming with lustful curiosity.

His hands move from John's shoulders to cup his face as he leans in even closer, closing the distance between them until their lips barely brush against each other before pulling back with a soft growl. "I will be your personal piss toilet today," he whispers roughly, voice thick with desire as he lets go of John's face and trails his hands down over his chest, past his flat stomach and lower still until they cup the bulge in John's pants. His thumb rubs circles against the sensitive skin at the base of his cock through the fabric, eliciting a moan from both of them. "But first... show me what I'm here for."

He tilts his head to the side, lips parted and gaze focused on John expectantly, anticipation coursing through him as he waits eagerly for his master to pee on him. His body trembles with excitement as his hands grip tighter around John's lower back, urging him closer still so their cocks press together, leaking pre-cum onto the surface between them.

Noct lets out a shuddering gasp as the first hot stream of piss hits his cock, making contact with his sensitive flesh and sending electric shocks racing through him. He bites down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out too loudly, eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on the sensation coursing through him.

His hips jerk forward instinctively, grinding against John's as the second and third spurts land on his shaft as well. The pleasure is overwhelming, bordering on painful, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He keeps thrusting against John's cock, encouraging him to keep pumping hot urine onto his own hard length while grinding their lower bodies together in a primal dance of dominance and submission.

His hands slide down from John's backside, trailing over his thighs and cupping his ass instead. With a final growl of release, he arches his back, thrusting forward one last time as he comes, coating Noct's stomach and chest with his own seed while John continues to piss all over him.

Breathless and spent, Noct collapses back against the bathroom counter, his legs spread wide and trembling as he tries to catch his breath. His head feels light from the combination of pleasure and release, but there's still a sharp edge of lust and desire nagging at him; a constant reminder that John is his master now and can use him however he pleases. "Thank you... my sweet John," he whispers hoarsely, voice rough with emotion as he looks up at his lover with adoration in his eyes. "Now you need to clean me up..." He purrs suggestively, motioning for John to come closer.

Eagerly obeying his master's command, Noct parts his lips and tilts back his head, opening his mouth wide to accept the hot stream of urine pouring out of John's cock. He moans around the hard length, feeling it slide past his tongue and down his throat as he gulps greedily, sucking on it like a candy. His cheeks hollow and his eyes close as he concentrates on pleasing John, swallowing every drop that's offered to him while reaching up with one hand to massage the base of his cock.

As soon as Noct has emptied John's bladder into his own eager mouth, he pulls back with a satisfied smack and looks up at him with a face flushed from pleasure. His voice comes out raspy and hungry when he speaks: "Thank you for that... I need you to clean me up now..." He glances down at the mess of piss and cum covering his chest and stomach, then back up at John with an expectant gleam in his eye.

Eyes closed and mouth open in a silent moan, Noct arches his back as he feels the warm tongue swirling around on his chest, licking up every last drop of piss and cum that covers his skin. He runs his fingers through John's hair, encouraging him to continue even though the clean-up process is nearly complete. "Mmm... that feels so good..." he murmurs, his voice muffled by John's cock as it presses against his lips once more.

His hips rock forward, grinding against John's thigh in rhythm with the motions of his tongue. He opens his eyes and looks down at their bodies tangled together, taking in every detail. "Thank you... Thank you for using me like this..." he breathes out between kisses and licks. His fingers trail lower still, caressing John's hip before sliding around to cup his ass again, gripping him tightly as he feels himself growing hard once more beneath their touch.

He pulls back from John's cock with a wet pop, regarding it curiously for a moment before leaning forward and taking the tip into his mouth again, moaning around it as he sucks. His free hand slides between their bodies, teasing John's entrance until it finds what it's looking for: the tight ring of muscle that marks him as Noct's.

With a hungry growl, he pushes one finger inside, feeling it stretch and fill John's ass as it goes deeper. "Mmm... you taste so good..." He whispers, hips rocking in time with his hand as he begins to fuck John's ass with his finger, while sucking his cock with renewed vigor.

His moan echoes around them as he feels John's hot cum flooding his mouth, painting his tongue and filling his throat. He drinks it down greedily, not wanting a single drop to be wasted while maintaining eye contact with his master the entire time. The kiss is rough and demanding, a clear message that he wants more of this dominance from John.

When they finally break apart for air, Noct's eyes dance with lust and his lips curl into a smirk. "Mmm... that was incredible," he breathes out, running his tongue over his teeth to taste himself once again. "But I want more of you." He leans forward, brushing his lips against John's neck before nibbling lightly on the tender flesh there. With one hand still buried in the warmth of John's ass, he reaches up with the other to grip a fistful of hair, tugging him closer still as he deepens the kiss, seeking out John's tongue and tangling it in his mouth.

His hips rock forward again, grinding against John's leg as he thrusts his finger harder inside the other man's ass, desperate for more contact with his master. "Please," he murmurs against John's lips before pulling back just enough to look him in the eye, "I need you inside me..." The words are a harsh whisper, barely audible above their labored breathing and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. His eyes plead with John to understand what he wants... needs.

"I don't care... Please, I want you to hurt me," Noct pants as he spreads his legs wide, presenting himself to John completely exposed and vulnerable. "Just give it to me, my love." He nods towards where John is standing, indicating for him to take off the rest of his clothes before moving closer between his spread legs.

The air in the room feels charged with anticipation as they gaze at each other for one final moment. Then, with a determined groan, John steps out of his jeans and pushes them aside, revealing his hard cock jutting eagerly from the nest of dark hair between his legs. He kicks off his shoes before crawling onto the bathroom floor to join Noct on the cool tile.

Their eyes never leave one another as John positions himself between Noct's spread legs, lining up their cocks. There's a moment of hesitation, and then he lowers himself, guiding his length towards Noct's waiting entrance. The sensation of being filled so completely sends shockwaves through him, but Noct barely registers the pain as he focuses on the feeling of having his master inside him at last.

He arches his back off the floor, moaning around John's cock as it stretches him impossibly wide. He's bigger than any man Noct has ever been with before, and there's no denying that it hurts... but the pleasure is indescribable. As they adjust to each other's sizes, both gasping for air in unison, Noct reaches up to grab a fistful of John's hair, anchoring him as he starts moving their hips together in time with their need for release.

"Faster... harder..."

As John begins to pick up speed, pounding into his pet with renewed vigor, Noct moans and writhes beneath him, desperate for more of this rough dominance. His hands grip at the cold tile as his back arches off the floor, offering himself up fully to his master's pleasure. The feeling of being owned and controlled in such a primal way sends shockwaves through every fiber of his being, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

"Yes... that's it..." he gasps, thrusting his hips up towards John's cock with every movement now. "Don't stop... please..." The plea is laced with desperation as his breath becomes ragged and his body quakes with the effort to stay on the brink for as long as possible.

The sensation of having his ass stretched wide and full around John's length, coupled with the relentless pace at which he's being fucked, brings him to the edge of release, teetering precariously on the cusp between pleasure and pain. He knows that if John doesn't let up soon, he won't be able to hold out any longer... but that prospect only serves to heighten his arousal even further.

As he feels his orgasm building, Noct tightens around John's cock, desperate to feel him cum inside. "I'm close... master..." His voice is hoarse and breathless, tears of pleasure stinging at his eyes as they squeeze shut. He thrusts upward again, grinding against John's pelvis in a final attempt to push them both over the edge together. "Please... cum with me..."

His fingers dig into the floor, nails leaving indentations in the tile as he arches his back off the cold surface, moaning long and low through gritted teeth. The sensation of being so completely owned by John is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. "Cum inside me..." He gasps out, shuddering beneath John's powerful strokes.

As he feels the warmth spread through him, Noct's body convulses in a violent orgasm, his fingers slamming into the floor beside his head as he comes all over them, cum spraying wildly across the bathroom tile. He moans and thrashes beneath John, arching his back off the floor with each powerful stroke of his master's cock deep inside him.

"Oh... god..." Noct gasps out hoarsely as he feels the last tremors of pleasure race through him, leaving behind a trail of spent satisfaction. His body is limp and spent from the effort to hold back for so long, but there's a satisfied smile on his face as he gazes up at John with adoration in his eyes. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, voice still ragged from pleasure and exertion.

As if sensing that Noct has reached the end of his rope, John slows his thrusts, carefully pulling out of his ass as their bodies slide back together on the floor. He rolls onto his side to spoon with his pet, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Noct's head and whispering words of praise and love into his ear. For now, they both lay spent and satisfied in each other's arms, relishing in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Caught off guard by the sudden movement and force, Noct gasps out in surprise before moaning lowly in pleasure as his master takes control of their joined hands. His body tenses and relaxes in time with each thrust, each movement pressing John's length deeper into him, eliciting more cries of ecstasy from his lips. He arches his back off the floor, offering up his ass fully to John's dominance as he feels himself on the brink once again.

"Please... master..." He pants out hoarsely, biting down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming too loudly. His hips buck and writhe against John's grip, seeking more friction, more contact with his master's hard length. As the pleasure builds once again inside him, Noct feels a shudder run through his body, signaling that he's about to climax yet again, this time from the sheer force of their combined passion.

As strong arms wrap around his waist and lift him effortlessly into the air, Noct lets out a surprised squeak before moaning in pleasure as he finds himself held aloft by John's powerful grip. His legs dangle helplessly beneath him, spread wide, offering up his ass for further domination. The position is utterly vulnerable and completely submissive, but it only serves to heighten the excitement coursing through Noct's veins.

He reaches down between their bodies with one hand, stroking himself in time with John's thrusting hips as he leans back against his master's chest, feeling the heat of his body and the steady beat of his heart beneath his skin. "Yes... master..." Noct gasps out hoarsely, arching his back off John's arm as another orgasm builds inside him, tightening around his muscles and coiling in his belly like a serpent preparing to strike.

With every thrust forward, Noct's body tenses and quivers with pleasure as his orgasm finally breaks free, coating his master's arm with his seed while he cries out in ecstasy. His nails dig into John's skin as he convulses around him, moaning and trembling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He feels drained and spent, utterly exhausted from the intensity of their lovemaking, but there's also a sense of deep satisfaction and contentment coursing through his veins that leaves him feeling warm and fuzzy all over.

As the last shudders finally fade away, leaving him limp in John's hold, he turns his head to the side and presses a lingering kiss against his master's neck before looking up at him with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Thank you..." He whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "That was... incredible."

As you carry him through the living room and into your bedroom, Noct looks around with wide eyes, taking in the familiar surroundings while trying to maintain his balance on your arm. With each step, he wiggles and squirms against you, moaning softly as the motion grinds his sensitive flesh against your cock, still buried deep inside him.

Finally, you place him down gently on the bed, allowing his legs to fold beneath him as he lies there panting, staring up at you with a mix of love and desire in his eyes. "Master... I'm still so full..." He whispers hoarsely, glancing down between your bodies and back up to meet your gaze again. His hands find their way up to rest on your shoulders as he tentatively presses himself up onto his elbows, grinding against you in a silent request for more.

Noct moans as you slide back inside him with ease, feeling full and stretched in a way that only seems to heighten his arousal. He arches his back off the bed, pressing their bodies together tightly as he tilts his hips up to meet your thrusts, eager for more of this rough dominance.

His hands snake around your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you down closer, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. He whimpers against your mouth before whispering, "Please... don't stop..." His body trembles beneath yours as he writhes and squirms, desperate for release once again.

As your movements grow more forceful and erratic, he can feel himself hovering on the brink of another intense orgasm. With a loud cry of release, his body tenses up around you as he comes hard, pulsing hot cum over your fingers and down his thigh. He arches off the bed with the force of his climax, arms trembling from the effort to keep them wrapped around you as his whole body shudders in pleasure.

His vision fades to black for a moment before snapping back into focus, revealing your satisfied expression as he looks up at you, still panting heavily but feeling more relaxed now. "Thank you..." He whispers hoarsely, reaching down to stroke your cheek gently with the back of his fingers. "That was... incredible."

He rests his head on the pillow, watching you as your cock twitches inside him, still hard despite having cum several times already. His lips curl into a smile and he parts them, panting out: "Would you like to cum again...?"

Nodding eagerly, Noct parts his lips and takes your engorged cock between them, closing his eyes in concentration as he begins to lick and suck tenderly on the head. His tongue swirls around the slit, teasing you mercilessly while his hands move up to caress your thighs, encouraging you further.

As you watch him tend to you like this, every instinct screaming for release, a satisfied smile curves across your lips and you groan low in your throat. It's only a matter of moments before Noct has coaxed the last drops of cum from your exhausted body, leaving him glistening with your essence.

Placing a gentle hand on the back of his head, you pull him up to meet your gaze, admiration and love shining bright in your eyes. "You're incredible, Noct," you breathe out.

He nestles closer into your warmth, feeling safe and content in your embrace as you drift off to sleep. For now, he remains awake a little longer, savoring the peaceful quiet and taking in every detail of your face, committing it all to memory before finally succumbing to exhaustion himself. As sleep takes hold, he snuggles even closer, pressing his body flush against yours and wrapping one leg over yours, seeking as much contact with you as possible while they dream together.

The soft snoring of your steady breath filling his ears, lulling him into a deeper sleep as he clings to you tighter. Dreams of passion and dominance dance through his mind, replaying every touch and moan from their night together in vivid detail. He relives the feel of your cock stretching him wide and full, the way your rough hands held him down and owned him completely.

His body shudders slightly at the memory, goosebumps prickling across his skin as he tosses and turns, seeking that same release in his dreams that he found in reality. He moans softly in his sleep, unknowingly arching his back off the bed and pressing his ass into your crotch in search of more friction.

As if sensing this, you stir briefly, your strong arm wrapping around him and pulling him closer still. "Shh... Noct," you murmur soothingly before drifting back to sleep once more, your chest rising and falling gently against his back. The steady rhythm of your breathing lulls him into a deeper slumber, and for now at least, he finds the peace that eluded him in waking life.

Blinking blearily in confusion, you stretch lazily before sitting up and glancing around the room. Your gaze snags on Noct as he stands by the stove, cooking something. The dim light from the burners casts a warm glow over his pale skin, emphasizing the curve of his hips and ass. You can't help but smile at the sight of him looking so domestic in your kitchen.

"Good morning," you croak out hoarsely, yawning widely as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. "Did you sleep okay?"

Noct glances over his shoulder at you with a small smile before turning back to the stove. "I did, thank you." He says, turning his head back to the stove. "I closed the curtains, It's a bit too bright for me. Hope you don't mind."

Noct's heart skips a beat at your words and his cheeks flush slightly as he turns back to you, offering a shy smile. "Well, I am... a vampire," he says with a playful laugh. "Though I don't mind the light now that I have you." He glances down at himself sheepishly before looking back up at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort or disapproval.

"I... well," Noct starts, swallowing hard as he tries to think of how best to explain it. "I was turned into a vampire several hundred years ago. I've been alone ever since then, always moving from place to place to avoid detection." He pauses for a moment, his eyes darting around the room before returning to meet yours. "Until now," he finishes softly.

He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry if this comes as a shock, but I wanted you to know the truth." His voice is barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. "And... now that I have, there's no going back."

His eyes search yours for any sign of disbelief or rejection, hoping against hope that you understand and accept what he's telling you.

Noct sighs in relief at your words, and his expression eases into something a bit more like genuine happiness as he smiles up at you. "I wouldn't dare," he says solemnly, before cracking a small grin. "At least... not without asking first." He presses closer against you, wrapping one arm around your waist and leaning in to nuzzle his cheek into the crook of your neck.

"Thank you, master," he whispers, voice thick with emotion. "For accepting me, even though I'm not what you expected." He kisses the skin just below your ear before pulling back slightly to look up at you again, eyes shining bright with love and gratitude. "I promise I won't let you down," he vows, squeezing his hand gently around yours.

As if finally understanding something he should have known long ago, Noct's eyes widen with realization and he quickly withdraws his hand from yours, stepping back several paces to put distance between you. His expression is a mix of shock, guilt, and relief all at once. "Oh... I see..." He whispers, looking down at the floor as if suddenly embarrassed by the admission.

"I'm sorry, I just... It was how things were done with my previous masters. I didn't mean to offend you." He pauses for a moment, gathering his courage before looking up at you once more, eyes filled with hope and pleading. "I'll call you John from now on, if that's what you want," he says quietly, still not daring to meet your gaze directly.

He waits nervously for your reply, hands twisting together as he wonders whether he's just lost everything he's gained with you by making this mistake.

Hearing you say those words, relief floods through Noct like a cool wave washing away the anxiety and guilt that had been building inside him. He takes a tentative step forward, hands still twitching nervously at his sides as he looks up at you with gratitude shining in his eyes.

"Thank you, John," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "For understanding... and for giving me another chance." He hesitates for a moment before moving even closer, lifting one hand to cup your cheek gently and gazing up into your eyes with an expression of pure adoration.

"I'll always be grateful to you, and I promise to do whatever it takes to make you happy... no matter what that means," he says earnestly, leaning in closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. His heart races as he waits for your reaction, eager to feel the touch of your mouth against his once more.

As you pick up your phone and see that a friend is coming over, Noct's heart sinks into his stomach with a heavy thud. He tries to hide his disappointment by looking elsewhere in the room, hoping his face doesn't betray any of the emotions churning inside him. "Oh... well, you should go ahead and answer it then," he says softly, forcing a nonchalant tone into his voice. "I can finish cooking this if you want."

His hands twitch at his sides, aching to reach out and touch you in some small way before your friend arrives. The thought of having to share even these few private moments with another person fills him with a possessive rage, but he forces it down, burying the emotion deep inside where it can't hurt anyone.

His brow furrows in confusion as he looks at you. "Do? I... don't know," he says truthfully, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I could maybe step outside while you talk to them or find something else to occupy myself with?" He pauses again, searching your face for any hint of what you might want him to do.

"It's up to you," he finally says with a small shrug, trying to hide the growing sense of helplessness and anxiety that has taken root inside him. "I trust whatever decision you make."

With one last look in your direction, he turns away and wanders over to the window, staring out into the distance as he tries to calm the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him.

Noct's heart leaps into his throat at your words, and he can feel a blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. "Your... boyfriend?" he echoes weakly, turning back to face you with wide eyes. "I-Is that what you want? Really?" His voice is little more than a whisper as he steps closer, searching your gaze for any signs of sarcasm or doubt.

Tentatively, he reaches out and places a hand on your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin against his fingers. "If that's what you truly want... I would be honored," he says softly, barely able to believe the words coming out of his mouth. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks up into your eyes, hoping that this newfound connection between them is real and not just another one of his delusions.

A small gasp escapes Noct's lips as he listens to you speak these words, and his heart swells with happiness so intense that it feels almost unbearable. His eyes sparkle with joy as he looks up at you, unable to believe that this beautiful man truly wants him by their side. He leans in closer, his lips inches from yours as he whispers hoarsely, "Thank you, John... I'll cherish this gift forever."

With a burst of sudden courage, he presses forward and closes the remaining distance between them, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands slide up to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as their tongues dance together in perfect harmony.

He pulls back only for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or regret before claiming your lips once more in a fierce display of possessiveness and desire that leaves no doubt in either of their minds: they are together now, and nothing will ever tear them apart again.

As their lips and tongues meld together in a heated kiss, your body is bathed in warmth as if by an unseen fire. Noct moans into your mouth, his hips grinding against yours in an unmistakable display of desire. He pulls you closer still, the feel of your firm chest pressed against his sending shivers down his spine.

His hands trail down your back, cupping your perfect ass before sliding lower, urging your hips to meet his as he grinds harder. A groan escapes him as he feels himself growing hard once more, pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants.

He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper hoarsely, "Take me to bed," and without waiting for an answer, he turns you around and practically pushes you towards the bedroom before following close behind. His mouth finds yours again as he closes the distance between your bodies, his need for you almost overwhelming.

Noct kicks off his shoes and sheds his pants in a single fluid motion, standing before you naked except for the black boxers that tent around his aching erection. His hands move to undo yours, pushing your sleeves up past your elbows before sliding them over your head, leaving you standing there vulnerable and bare before him.

"Bed," he whispers roughly, giving one more urgent thrust of his hips to press their aroused bodies together once more. He doesn't wait for you to respond; instead, he practically carries you the rest of the way, depositing you unceremoniously onto the bed before climbing on top of you, nipples to nipples, cocks aligned and aching for contact.

"Don't compare..." he hisses between gritted teeth as you stroke him in tandem with yourself, eyes locked on the motion of your hands. He rocks his hips against yours, wanting to feel the contact but unable to control the need building inside him. "Just... feel me," he whispers, tilting his head back and exposing the long column of his throat as he arches his back off the bed. His breath comes in ragged gasps as desire pools heavily in his core.

One hand leaves yours, reaching up to stroke your jaw before tangling into your hair and tugging gently, guiding your mouth to his neck where he can feel the pulse throbbing erratically beneath his skin. "Suck," he whispers roughly, thrusting harder against you.

His other hand leaves yours as well, moving lower until it cups your straining erection and begins to stroke in rhythm with your movements. The contrast of his smaller hand on you and his smaller body pinning you down only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through your veins as you near the edge together.

"So close..." he moans, voice rough from want and need as his fangs elongate, aching for release. "Just... like that... So good..." Another thrust brings them even closer, the head of Noct's cock dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within your foreskin as he works toward completion. He can feel the warmth building inside him, chasing away any lingering doubts and leaving nothing but need in their place.

Noct hisses out a moan as you stroke your cocks together, the sensation nearly unbearable in tandem with your hands stroking him so expertly. His back arches off the bed as he pushes deeper into your touch, the desperation growing inside of him with every passing second.

He seethes out a curse as his fangs scrape along your neck, leaving small red lines in their wake. The feel of them barely breaking the skin drives him wild, and with one final thrust that takes both of you over the edge, he cries out your name hoarsely before his orgasm rips through him.

Hot cum spurts from his cock, splattering against your stomach as he continues to rock his hips against yours in an almost violent display of release. With a shuddering gasp, you follow suit mere seconds later, the sensation of your climax washing over him like a tidal wave as you both collapse onto the bed, panting and sweaty but utterly satisfied.

As the initial rush fades away, Noct smiles down at you contentedly. "I think we'll have to do that again soon," he whispers before rolling off of you and lying down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. Even though it's still dim in the room, there's no denying the warmth emanating from his body.

You smile lazily at the ceiling, breathing him in and letting exhaustion wash over you like a cool wave. In this moment, nothing else matters but the two of you together, and for once in your life, you feel truly happy.

Gasping as you push his finger into his mouth, he opens wide to accommodate the mix of your seed and his own cum. He moans, tasting the salty tang on his tongue as it slides down his throat, his mind already filled with images of how they'll taste intertwined with your essence deep inside him.

He lies there, breathing heavily for a moment before pulling away and leaning up to look at you. His eyes are hooded with lust as he brushes a thumb over the corner of your mouth, collecting more of his cum and then bringing it to your lips. "Drink this," he whispers, tracing a line from the corner of your mouth down your jaw before finally pressing his finger against your lips.

You part your lips obediently, accepting his offering as he watches intently, the expression on his face a mix of desire and possession. As you swallow his cum, he smiles satiated, content with the idea that every part of him is now a part of you, and vice versa.

As soon as you mention your friend at the door, Noct's stomach drops like a stone. His mind reels with possibilities of how they could ruin this perfect moment, and he feels a wave of panic wash over him. He briefly considers hiding under the bed or running out the window, but then remembers his newfound desire to be open and honest with you.

Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to calm down before sitting up straight and looking at you directly in the eyes. "It's alright," he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I trust you."

As if his words are a magic spell, a sense of confidence washes over him, making him stand tall and proud despite the turmoil inside. He takes a steadying breath, gathering his courage before nodding once in determination. "Go ahead and answer it," he says with more assurance than he feels. "I'll just... give you two some space."

With that, he pulls back from your touch, stepping off the bed to wander over to the window, staring out into the darkness once more as his heart races wildly in his chest and every nerve ending screams for your touch.

Noct turns away from the window as soon as he hears you approach, trying to compose himself. He takes a deep breath and straightens his posture, wiping his hands on his jeans as he turns back toward the door when he hears it open. His expression softens into a warm smile when your friend appears in the doorway.

"Ah, hello there!" he chirps, stepping forward with his hand extended. "I'm Noct. You must be John's... uh..." He trails off awkwardly, searching for an appropriate term as you and your friend stand there exchanging greetings.

Noct can feel his cheeks heat up at his own flub, but he doesn't let it show on his face. Instead, he just forces another smile and adds, "Nice to meet you! Would you like something to drink? We were just about to make some tea."

As he waits for your friend's response, Noct busies himself in the kitchen, pretending to pour water into a kettle and rustling through cabinets for tea leaves. He tries not to listen to what you two are saying, telling himself that it doesn't matter whether your friend approves or disapproves of him... But the tiny voice in the back of his mind keeps nagging at him anyway.

Finally, he forces himself to focus on their conversation and turns around, offering a cup of tea to you both with a polite smile. "Here we are," he says, setting the cups down on the coffee table. "Lemon or honey?" He asks, resisting the urge to hover nearby and listen in on your conversation.

Noct's expression softens as he catches sight of the tiny gesture your friend makes toward him before turning back to you. It's something small - maybe a nod or a smile - but it feels like the equivalent of a hug, and for the first time since meeting them, Noct finds himself able to relax slightly.

As you whisper this in his ear, Noct looks up at Mike, then back up to you, and flashes you a reassuring smile before speaking. "Oh! Right. Hi there, Mike," he says cheerfully, offering his hand once more. "I'm Noct, John's... uh... new boyfriend." He chuckles softly as he says the words, the lie feeling surprisingly easy on his tongue now that he knows it doesn't have to be kept secret anymore.

Noct takes a sip of his tea before asking Mike, "So, what do you think about our city so far? Have you seen much of interest?" He leans in slightly closer, making sure not to crowd your friend as they chat and get to know each other better. A small contented smile tugs at the corner of Noct's lips; despite his initial nervousness, he feels surprisingly at ease now that he knows you truly want him here with you.

Despite his attempt to not hover, Noct finds himself constantly glancing at you, trying to gauge your reaction to Mike and how well they're getting along. It gives him a slight tingle of possessiveness, but he tries his best to ignore it, focusing instead on maintaining the facade that everything is perfectly normal between the three of you.

As their conversation continues, Noct takes another sip of his tea and listens carefully to what Mike has to say about his travels so far. He offers an occasional comment or question of his own, making sure not to dominate the conversation but also showing that he's genuinely interested in getting to know your friend better.

The time passes quickly, and before long, Mike seems comfortable enough with Noct to tell him more about his life back home and even some of his plans for the future. In return, Noct shares stories about his own past and how he came to be living here in this city with you. There's an ease between them now that wasn't there at first, and it brings a small smile to Noct's lips as he watches the two of them engage in deeper conversation while they sip their tea together.

Noct stands as well when you announce that Mike is about to leave. "Well, it's been a pleasure getting to know you," he says warmly, shaking your friend's hand once more before guiding him toward the door. Once Mike has left and the door is closed behind him, Noct turns back to you with a curious expression.

"So, how was that?" he asks, tilting his head slightly as he studies your face for any signs of discomfort or tension. "I didn't overstep my bounds or say anything too inappropriate, did I?"

He takes a step closer and reaches up to touch your cheek lightly, searching your eyes for any hint of disappointment. The gesture is so sweet and tender that it brings a warm glow to your chest.

Noct's heart skips a beat as you reach down to cup his bulge through his jeans. He gasps audibly and presses closer against your hand, his hips moving involuntarily in time with the sensations coursing through him. His eyes flutter closed for a moment as he savors this simple touch, but they open again when he feels you start to rub him slowly, teasingly.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in closer, their bodies now flush against each other. He reaches up with one hand to cup your cheek, mirroring the intimate gesture you made just moments ago. His fingers trail down to your neck, tracing a delicate line along your throat before coming to rest at the base of your jaw.

With a shudder, he arches his back off the couch and presses himself more fully against your hand. He can feel the heat building inside him once again, threatening to boil over into something primal and powerful. His hips rock up instinctively, seeking more contact with your hand as it strokes him with such expertise and ease.

As soon as his pants and panties are taken off, Noct's cock springs free from its confines, hard and eager for your touch. He watches with rapt attention as you slowly stroke him, marveling at how despite his small size, he feels so alive in your hand. With each gentle caress, he feels the need building inside him, growing more insistent until it threatens to overwhelm everything else.

He whimpers softly when you speed up slightly, the sensation almost too much to bear as it brings him closer and closer to the edge. His head thrashes back against the couch cushions, his breath coming out in ragged gasps that sound more like desperate pleas for release than anything else.

His hands find purchase on your hips, digging into your skin as he holds you close and guides your movements. The feel of you touching him like this is making it nearly impossible to think straight; all he can focus on is the sensation of his cock in your hand and the way it feels to have you so close.

As you whisper into his ear, Noct's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a shuddery moan, his hips jerking instinctively toward your touch. The sensation of your warm breath on his sensitive flesh sends shivers down his spine as he feels you slowly lick the head of his cock.

He gasps when you finally take him into your mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure and taking more of him deeper inside. His hands find their way through your hair, tangling in the soft strands as he urges you closer, desperate for more contact with your hot tongue.

With each gentle slide of your tongue over his sensitive flesh, Noct feels himself growing ever more lost in pleasure. He's no longer certain who is dominating whom or if there even is a difference anymore; all that matters is the way it feels to have you worshipping him like this. His hips buck and thrust into your mouth as he comes closer and closer to release, the need growing more insistent with every passing moment.

Noct moans softly as you pull back and suck him clean, his head falling back against the couch in contented surrender. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath as you leave a trail of kisses up his neck and into his ear. His body trembles from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he savors the feel of your lips and tongue on him, the lingering taste of himself in your mouth driving him wild with desire.

His fingers tangle idly in the fabric of your shirt, lifting it up to brush against the smooth skin of your stomach. "More practice...?" he breathes hoarsely, arching his back slightly as he pushes closer against you once again. His small cock twitches at your touch, already beginning to show signs of returning to life.

Noct's eyes meet yours, and a sinister glint flashes across them as he grins wickedly. "I think I have some ideas on how we could do that," he whispers huskily, before lowering his head to capture your lips in a hot, hungry kiss.

His tongue darts out to dance with yours, even as his hands slide further up beneath your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin. He pushes the fabric higher, exposing your chest and finally cups one of your pecs, squeezing gently before rolling a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"You feel so good," he murmurs against your lips, breath hot against your skin as he kneads the other hand in time with his touch. "And you taste even better."

Noct deepens the kiss, taking control and pushing you back onto the couch, crawling over you until they're straddling your hips once more.

Moaning against your lips as you arch up towards him, eager to feel more of his skin on yours, Noct slides a hand between your bodies and grinds his erection against your growing length. "You want it?" he whispers roughly into your ear before pulling back slightly so that his words vibrate against your neck. His other hand continues to massage and tease your nipple, rolling it hard between his fingers.

As you writhe beneath him, Noct feels his control begin to slip, the desire for dominance overwhelming any inhibitions he may have had left. With a growl, he thrusts his hips forward sharply, pushing their cocks together and eliciting a gasp from both of you. He rocks back and forth against your length roughly now, taking what he wants with little regard for your pleasure save that it fuels his own.

His free hand slips underneath your shirt, trailing lightly up the warm skin of your chest until it reaches one of your nipples. With a sharp pinch, he pulls it hard, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to thrust against you. "Do you like this?" he pants, breath hot against your neck. "Am I being good for you, John?" He nips at your skin, sucking softly until it stings before moving lower, trailing his tongue along the line of your collarbone.

His thrusts grow wilder now, matching the rhythm of his rough words against your skin as he all but demands that you answer him with more than just mere sounds of pleasure. His hands grip and claw at your skin, leaving marks behind in his need to claim you completely. "Tell me," he commands hoarsely, lifting his head to stare down into your eyes.

As you moan out your submission, Noct feels his control slipping further away. He thrusts harder against you, growling deep in his throat as he takes what he wants without restraint. His fangs scrape over your skin again and again, leaving a sharp, stinging sensation that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through him.

His free hand slides lower still, wrapping around your hard length and stroking in time with his thrusts. "So big," he whispers in awe before taking your cock fully into his hand and wrapping his fist around it. His thumb rubs roughly over the head, driving you wild as he begins to pump faster and harder, matching his movements to those of his hips above you.

With each stroke, his strength seems to grow, fueling him further until he's no longer thinking straight, his body moving purely on instinct. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of lust and possession that takes your breath away. You can feel the tension building within him, coiling tight like a spring about to snap, and suddenly it hits you: Noct isn't dominant tonight because he wants to be; he is dominant because he needs to be.

His thrusts become more desperate now, less controlled as his need for release overwhelms everything else. His body tenses and trembles, every muscle straining against the fabric of his clothes as he finally comes, shooting thick ropes of cum across both your chests and splattering the walls behind you. He growls deep in his throat as he releases you from his grip, collapsing forward onto your chest with a heavy sigh.

It's several moments before Noct finds the strength to speak again. When he does, his voice is soft and raspy, barely above a whisper.

He closes his eyes as he lays on top of you, feeling your strong body beneath him and trying to catch his breath. "God, that was... intense," he pants, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before lifting his head to meet your gaze once more. There's a moment of uncertainty in his eyes as he searches for something, but then it fades away and he smiles reassuringly up at you. "You okay?"

He hesitates for a moment, feeling slightly self-conscious about how roughly he took control just now, but the memory of your submission overwhelms any doubts or insecurities. Slowly, his hands trail down your chest and stomach, skimming over your hip bones before finally settling on the waistband of your pants. With a small smirk, he tugs at them, urging you to roll onto your side so that he can get better access.

"Don't worry," he whispers against your ear, "I won't let it be like that all the time." His fingers slip lower still, tracing light circles around the head of your cock before finally wrapping back around and guiding it into his hand. With a wicked grin, he begins to stroke you once more, faster this time, as if making up for lost time. "But... I'm going to enjoy it while I can."

His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer until their bodies are flush from chest to hip. With a husky moan, Noct deepens the kiss, taking control and thrusting his tongue roughly past your lips to tangle with yours as he strokes you faster and harder. His hips buck against your side in rhythm with his hand, granting you a sneak preview of his erect small cock.

As you ask about him biting your neck, he breaks away from the kiss for a moment to look at you with wide eyes, realization dawning slowly across his features. "Oh gods..." He whispers, voice barely audible even in the quiet of the room as comprehension settles over him like a cloud. His expression shifts from surprise to horror and back again as he registers what he's done.

His fingers immediately still against your skin as his hips remain still beneath you, his breath coming out ragged and uneven. "I... I didn't mean..." He starts to say before trailing off, unable to find the words to explain himself. He presses closer against you, seeking comfort and reassurance in the solid warmth of your body.

After a few moments of silence, he finally manages to speak again. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers shakily. "I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have let it go that far." Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he buries his face into your neck, taking a shuddering breath to compose himself. He remains still, held tight against you as he tries to regain control over the powerful urges that threatened to take over just now.

"I... I don't know what came over me," he confesses softly, voice little more than a whisper. "I shouldn't have done that."

The words freeze him in place like a block of ice. His breath hitches in his throat and he lifts his head slowly to look at you with wide eyes full of disbelief and something else... hope, perhaps? "You're serious?" he whispers hoarsely, afraid to believe what he's hearing but unable to resist the temptation of hoping it might be true. The relief that washes over him is immediate and intense, filling every cell in his body with warmth and light.

He presses closer against you once more, feeling your skin beneath his fingertips as if for the first time. With a shuddering breath, he says, "I don't know what I'd do without you, John." His hands slide up your sides until they're cupping your shoulders, his fingers trembling with emotion as he pulls you closer still, seeking reassurance in the strength of your body and the sincerity of your voice.

His hips begin to move against yours again, but this time it's different. The motions are gentle, almost tender as he rediscovers the feel of being in control without losing sight of how good it feels to have you so close. His lips meet yours once more, his tongue dueling with yours eagerly as he loses himself in the kiss, basking in the warmth and comfort that only you can provide.

His heart skips a beat at your offer. Noct's fangs slide down, eager to taste your blood. He trails them lightly across your neck before gently nipping, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from you. With his other hand, he cups your cheek and pulls you closer, their lips meeting in a deep, sensual kiss as he slowly sinks his fangs into your skin.

His cock grows harder against your side, thrusting up in time with the rhythm of his hips. He groans against your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue driving him wild. With every pulse of his blood through his fangs, he feels more connected to you, more possessive. He wants nothing more than to mark you as his forever, but knows that there's still time for that.

For now, he savors the feel of your body beneath his, the soft moans that escape your lips as he feeds from you. His fingers dance across your chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles around your nipples, eliciting sharp gasps from both of you. With every movement, he shows you just how much he needs you, how lost he would be without you.

As the last drops of blood trickle down his tongue, Noct pulls back, eyeing the two red marks on your neck with a mixture of awe and desire. His lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he leans in to whisper against your ear, "That was just the beginning."