Stefan found himself taking a deep breath, holding it in his lungs as Vlad's warm, gloved hands moved up lean thighs to hook into the waistband. He was careful about pulling the final article of clothing down, baring what was last to be seen of the boy's body.
His cock was gifted more in girth than length, starting to sit up among the darkened, trimmed curls between his thighs. The flared head was beginning to peek out from his foreskin as he hardened and that...was not usually a sight most people were used to. It wasn't out of place with the rest of his body though, in fact Stefan tended to look more like a perfect muse that should've been carved out in marble.