and I'm having double trouble [ closed ]

[selfperpetuate]

WHO Alex Daniels (selfperpetuate) and Jordan Leslie (sensationate)
WHAT magical hijinks turn one man into two. what's a boyfriend to do
WHEN modern day-ish?
WHERE Alex and Jordan's shared home
WHY because it's Leo's fault for being a terrible dad

Sleeping was the absolute worst for someone like Alex. Being an empath, vampiric or not, meant that no matter what, Alex could feel everything. During the day when he was awake and could focus, Alex could just block it out, ignore the desire to find the nearest person and take his fill of of their feelings, their desires. When he was asleep, he had absolutely no control over everyone's feelings rushing in and overtaking his mind as dreams twisted into nightmares and nightmares back to dreams on a whim.

It helped to have Jordan next to him, a soothing, familiar mind to help make a shield around Alex's raw nerve of a mind. Tonight was a bad night and not even his boyfriend laying next to him could stop the emotional onslaught he felt. Tossing and turning, he pushed himself up against Jordan in his sleep until there was no more bed and he pushed Jordan off accidentally, waking up the moment he felt the pain from his boyfriend.

"Damn it," he murmured as he ran his hands through his hair and looked in the direction where he knew Jordan lay on the floor. "You okay down there or do I have to send in search and rescue to bring you back up?"

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[sensationate]

Coherence washed away the moment that Alex began tugging at the white Jordan's emotions, the swell of thrumming pleasure kicking up until it was a drum in his ears and sparks down his nerves. His legs spasmed around them both, pulling them tighter where he pressed his body to Alex and gripped his shoulders. His thready breaths matched the pace he tried to set with his own downward motions, body shuddering as he came closer and closer to his climax and could maintain no focus other than to get himself there.

None of this went ignored by the black Jordan, his own pumping keeping up with the tempo of their dance. He bit at Alex's shoulder for the growl, not wanting to face any sort of displeasure from either of them when they were so close to tipping over the edge. When Alex moved to accommodate him, Jordan finally reached far enough in to begin pressing at that sweet spot, firm and steady and with enough insistence to help give that one last push. He didn't need to say anything in encouragement, just hummed in his own satisfaction while they all drove each other to their brinks.