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[As promised, Lord Akeldama was very interested in having tea with Klavier. So, a few days after their last discussion, Klavier received an invitation -- embossed, of course -- to come join Lord Akeldama for his afternoon tea.

Of course, "afternoon" for the vampire is four o'clock -- in the morning. And when he says tea, he actually means champagne. And maybe a few other delightful activities together. That's why the vampire, in his finest points, is sitting princess style on a chaise.]

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Hn...I don't think I've asked you why it's impossible yet...

[Not that Klavier is interested in conversation now that a sliver of flesh has been revealed to him, he takes a moment to savor the newly exposed column with his tongue. One of his hands drifts from from Lord Akeldama's ass only to coast upward to his face a few moments later, but something cool also presses against his host's face.]

I intend to last.

[Lord A has his eyes closed, s he leans into the sensations, practically purring with pleasure.]

A longer conversation than I think we have time for now.

[Because he doesn't really want to take Klavier's attention away from kissing and touching him. Beautiful blond man doing nothing but pleasuring him? Yes, this is about as perfect as he could ask for.]

[Klavier is almost tempted to pet him, much like the cat he's resembling right now.]

Hmm...ja...sex and talking...not a good combo...especially since you're going to be busy with something else.

[Klavier sits up a little bit, drawing his host's attention to what he had in his hand. A cock ring. Hey, he said he was going to last, didn't he?]

Want to put this on me, Herr?

[Lord A is no stranger to sex toys, and he takes the cock ring from Klavier with a smirk. It's a bit stretchier than the ones he's used -- Klavier must have access to different materials than he does.]

I would be happy to, my sweet, but aren't you a bit overdressed?

[He settles back, crossing his legs -- he'd love to see Klavier get rid of his clothing.]

[Different materials...batteries...and a a variety of manufactured flavors as well. Well, Akeldama will probably have to wait a while, but eventually he'll catch up with Klavier's time.]

I could ask you the same question.

[But the ex-rocker is obliging so he stands up and shrugs himself out of his jacket, peels his shirt off over his head, and works the fastenings of his pants open. Once he's accomplished all of this he frees his semi-aroused manhood from his pants and the black briefs underneath. With his girth in hand the prosecutor idly strokes himself in front of Lord Akeldama.]

[He'll catch up. He's very devoted to the cause.

Lord A settles back, reachibg for his glass of Slurp and bringing it to his lips. His eyes never leave Klavier, tracking each inch of skin as it's revealed. It had been a while since Lord A had had a partner so shameless. His boys were eager, of course but sometimes hesitant to take initiative.

Klavier certainly wasn't shy. Lord A watched as he got hard, stroking himself, before setting the flute aside and crawling over him to kiss his hips.]

[Shy was probably the last word anyone would use to describe Klavier, especially in the bedroom. In fact there are some who would find him to be much too brazen for his own good. The ex-rocker could think of at least one person, but he wasn't about to talk about anyone else right now.

No, he was too busy eyeing Lord Akeldama as he crawled toward him, lips pressing against his skin. The prosecutor smoothed his hand through his host's hair, shaking it free of its tie. That same hand cradled the back of the vampire's head, holding him in place while his free hand continued stroking his cock, fingers polishing the head before squeezing gently, coaxing dewy drops of pre-cum to the surface. Smoothing the saline fluid down his length he then pressed his slick arousal to the side of his companion's face with an unrepentant grin.]

[Lord A closed his eyes, his elaborate up-do falling away as Klavier stroked through his hair. His eyes flicked up, enjoying the force at the back of his head as Klavier smeared cum across his cheek, his lips lightly parted in invitation.

He wasn't going to make another move, not with Klavier's hand twisted in his hair. It seemed the prosecutor had the perfect leverage to put him where he wanted.]

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