Page 35 of Grave Throbbing
"What's this?" Harley tapped the wood covering the new hole toward the top of the coffin. "I would have remembered if there was a second hole up here."
"It's new. Our fabricator made it for me." Key grinned. "Don't laugh. We call him Santa, and he made it in his workshop."
Harley grinned. "Will you take me to meet Santa sometime? I think I'm going to want to thank him for," he motioned to the large prop, "all this."
"He asked me to invite him over. When is our next night off?"
"Fridays and Saturdays." Harley sidled closer and put his arm around Key's waist. "Want to try it now?"
Key reached down between Harley's legs and smoothed his hand over his semi-hard cock through the soft fabric of his tailored slacks. "Yes."
Harley watched as Key opened the coffin lid, his eyes wide. "I feel like I should look away. Do I want to know how the magic trick works?"
Key laughed. "It's not magic! Santa included a memory foam mattress, too. If you ever kick me out of your bed, I can sleep in here and be comfortable."
"I would never kick you out of bed!" Harley scoffed. "If we go to bed mad, we only go as far as the opposite side of the bed."
"My ma said you should never go to bed mad." Key hadn't thought about her advice since he'd still been alive. He'd allowed himself to dream of love on the ship from London, but by the time their ship landed in port, all his dreams were dashed. Both of his parents and his uncle were dead, and then his sire turned him the first time he'd tried to fill Greed's belly with something other than the cockroaches in their tenement house.
"Your mother wasn't a vampire." Harley patted his shoulder, his eyes kind, as though he'd followed Key's trip down memory lane by watching the emotions cross his face. "It's unavoidable if we're still arguing when the dawn catches us."
"I suppose," Key said. "I can't imagine fighting with you for that long, though. We'd resolve our problems sooner than that."
Harley grinned. "I'd like to think so, too."
"I'd like to fall asleep inside you," Key said, voicing his most outlandish fantasy. "I want to wake up fucking you, too."
"That's not how that works!" Harley frowned. "We'd need to drink blood the moment we woke up, and even then, we lose our erections the moment we die for the day."
Key grinned. "It would be fun to try, though."
Finally, Harley understood his jest and smirked. "It would. But first, we should give this a go." He tapped his fist against the lacquered coffin lid.
"It's only fair that we use it my first night in the apartment," Key agreed, "since it's how we came back together in the first place."
Instead of stripping, Key turned to Harley and laced his fingers together behind Harley's neck, reeling him in for the kiss he'd desperately wanted but was too shy to take that night at Fanglory. They kissed until they were both drooling around their fangs, and Harley was fully hard and rutting against his leg.
"Here goes nothing." Key peeled off his clothes, climbed into the coffin, and closed the lid.
The memory foam beneath him was instantly more comfortable than the hard wooden planks. He'd forgotten to open the top hatch, but Harley slid it back before climbing on top of it.
"You're supposed to face the other way now," Key chided.
Harley leaned into the hole and kissed him. "In a minute."
Key groaned as his cock, which was angled so it popped out of the hole in the coffin thanks to Santa's diabolical design, brushed against something silky and warm.
"Wow. This is wild," Harley said.
Key didn't have as far to reach now to grab Harley's cock and give it a stroke, either.
Harley rested his forehead against Key's and hummed. "No more of that. Let me turn around."
Now he was talking.
The coffin rumbled as Harley crab-crawled into position above him. Harley's cock hovered just out of reach of Key's mouth as Harley nuzzled Key's pubic hair. Then, the inside of the coffin went dark as Harley covered both holes. Key had to shift to the side a little bit and use both hands to move Harley into a comfortable position. Then, he felt like it was a competition all over again to see who would come first. Instead of racing the clock, he was racing against his own body. He already felt the need to come building in his balls, enhanced by Harley's slurpy moans of delight and the suction as he swallowed around Key's cock.
Key returned the favor and hollowed his cheeks, letting Harley fuck his mouth with the same rhythm he used on Key's cock. Key hummed as Harley's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
