Gregory sat in the small cafe under his apartment. Staring off into space, he waited patiently for Stephen to show up. He mused about him. Thinking of his shaggy blonde and blue hair, gothic style clothing, and of course his horns. Stephen's race all had small horns sprouting from their head, Stephen's just happened to be blue.
He pictured the other man's face in his mind. Soft pink lips, straight sculpted nose. Beautiful. Even with the scar and eyepatch over his left eye he was beautiful. The other eye was the most striking lavender Greg had ever seen. Greg closed his eyes to get a better picture of him.
'What an odd pairing we make.' He thought to himself. 'Me with my rabbit ears and tail, and him with his horns.' He wished they could be something more than just a 'pairing'. He wanted a relationship, a real relationship with Stephen, even though he had made it plenty clear that he wasn't the boyfriend type when they started meeting up for sex. Although he still made him promise not to have sex with anyone else, so maybe there was some hope? Maybe he did have some feelings for Greg?
Little did he notice Stephen sneaking up on him.
Steph walked up behind him silently, and grabbed his long red and black braid. He pulled gently on the others braid and tilted his head back, to place light kisses along his jaw. He place a hand over Greg's eyes and whispered in his ear.
"Guess who." He whispered in sultry purr, that suited his deep voice.
"Stephen." Gregory breathed.
"Of course." Stephen replied, removing his hand from the others eyes, and running his thumb down the tear stain like markings that ran down both sides of Greg's face. "Stand up." He said.
Gregory happily stood, and leaned into Stephen, pressing against him.
Stephen hooked a thumb under Gregory's spiked choker collar and led him towards the stairs that led Greg's apartment above the cafe. Greg followed obediently, eagerly anticipating what he knew was too come.
Once in the apartment, Stephen ran his hands under Greg's shirt, grazing his stomach with his nails lightly, in the way he knew drove Greg crazy.
Greg let loose a lusty moan at the contact, already growing hard. He covered his mouth in surprise at how loud he had just been. It was just the effect that Stephen always had on him. He let Stephen pull his shirt over his head and gently push him onto the couch.
"You want me don't you?" Stephen asked, palming Gregory's growing erection through his jeans.
"Y-yes." He whimpered, with another small moan. He wanted him now, in every way possible. He involuntarily bucked his hips and Stephen squeezed him. "Please." He begged.
"No no, not yet." Stephen chastised. "You're my slutty bunny, and mine alone, right?" He whispered in his ear, rubbing him through his jeans, before biting the arch of his neck somewhat roughly.
Gregory moaned Stephen's name when he was bitten, and clung onto the back of his suit jacket. He arched into Stephen's hand on his groin, his breathing erratic already. "Yes. Y-yes I am." He panted.
"That's all I wanted to know." Stephen said with an evil smirk, pulling back, standing and proceeding to walk out of the room, smirk still firmly in place. He loved to get Greg all riled up, then leave him hanging for a little while. It frustrated the other man, but the sex was always better when he was frustrated.
"Steeeepheeeen!" Greg whined. "Don't do this to me again." He pleaded. He wanted the other man against him, inside him.
Stephen just chuckled softly, and walked into the Gregory's bedroom. He lay down on the bed and waited for Greg to come to him, because he knew that's what would happen. He simply loved playing with Greg, he was a fun play toy after all. Except when he told him he loved him. Stephen couldn't handle that. But even though he wouldn't admit it, even to himself, he did have some feelings for the other man. He just told himself the only reason he kept coming back was because he liked making him beg like a horny little slut. And because it turned him on the have that much control of his beautiful slutty bunny.
Stephen had just lay down and closed his eyes when Gregory walked in, rabbit ears dropped down in a display of submissiveness. He slid onto the bed next to Stephen and whispered in his ear.
"Please?" He whispered.
"Now just what is it that you want?" Stephen asked, keeping his eyes closed. As much as he tried to contain it a killer smirk played on his lips.
"Come on, you know...please." Greg begged. You could almost hear the deep blush on his face in his voice.
"No I'm afraid I don't, my dear." Stephen said. 'Wait...my dear? Where did that come from?' He though to himself, not letting what he was thinking show on his face.
"Fuck me...please." Greg mumbled, his blush deepening.
That was all Stephen needed to hear. He quickly removed Gregory's clothes, along with his own. He didn't waste his time with lube, know that Greg like it dry and rough, liked the pain. He pushed Greg's knees to his chest, exposing him, and forced himself deep into the other man.
Greg loved the pain of the first few moments, the friction, and the feel of himself stretching. "Oh God." Was the only coherent thought he could manage. He repeated it again and again, in between moans, as Steph pulled almost all the way out, excruciatingly slow, and then suddenly rammed back into him.
"Steeepheeeen!!" He screamed till his throat was raw.
Just a little more friction and he would be thrown over the edge, he knew. He dug his nails into Stephen's back until he felt blood, causing him to moan Greg's name. But Greg stopped his moan by crushing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Stephen responded to Greg's kiss by pounding into him harder and deeper than before, causing Greg to scream into his mouth. Finally Stephen changed his angle, and the friction for Greg built till he could take no more, and he exploded with a violent orgasm. It left him whimpering and clinging to Stephen's bloody back.
Stephen pounded into Greg twice more, before finding his release and spilling his seed into the other man, causing him to whimper louder in pleasure. The Stephen pulled out, and lay beside Greg.
Greg immediately curled up to his chest, wanting to be held. Normally Stephen wouldn't hold him, not wanting to get to emotionally close, but today for reasons unknown to himself he wrapped his arms around the smaller man and pulled him closer.
"Just a lil more friction is like a prescription addiction. Very true Dahvie, very true." Greg murmured to himself, recalling song lyrics that he unknowingly quoted in his head while being pounded. He was happy that Stephen had finally held him, but didn't think too much about it. With that he fell into the deepest sleep that he had had in a very long time.
Stephen smiled slightly at the others words, and wrapped the blanket from the bed around them both.
"Epic indeed." He though, recalling the title to the song Greg had just quoted. Then he too fell asleep.