Leaning down required some creative positioning, but Newt managed it. The first touch of tongue to heated flesh made Vaughn’s hips jerk. Salt and musk flooded his senses, not unpleasant but definitely intense. He licked again, tracing the prominent vein along the underside.
“Fuck.” The word punched out of Vaughn, fingers tangling in cotton-candy strands.
Taking that as encouragement, Newt wrapped his lips around the head. The stretch made his jaw ache immediately. How had Vaughn made this look easy? Physics alone suggested problems, but backing down now seemed cowardly. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking experimentally.
The sound Vaughn made defied description. Something between a growl and a whimper that sent answering heat straight to Newt’s reawakening cock. He sucked harder, tongue working against the sensitive underside the way Vaughn had done to him.
Fingers tightened in his hair. Not painful, just present, guiding him into a rhythm that made Vaughn’s breathing go ragged. Each slide down took him deeper, until the head bumped the back of his throat and he had to pull off, coughing.
“Easy.” Vaughn’s thumb brushed his cheek. “Don’t have to take it all.”
“Competitive nature,” Newt gasped, wiping his mouth. “Give me a second.”
He dove back down, finding a sustainable rhythm. Bob and suck, tongue swirling on the upstroke. His jaw protested, but Vaughn’s bitten-off curses made the discomfort worthwhile. Power thrummed through him, unexpected and heady. He did this. Made his composed mate fall apart with just his mouth.
The realization sent fresh arousal pooling in his belly. His cock filled completely, pressing against his stomach as he worked Vaughn’s shaft. Each sound his mate made fed the heat building under his skin.
Without warning, Vaughn’s hands tightened. He pulled Newt off with a wet pop that would have been embarrassing if not for the wild look in his eyes.
“What—” Newt started.
“Up.” Vaughn hauled him onto the bed properly, movements sharp with intent. “Clothes off.”
The borrowed shirt disappeared over his head before Newt could process the command. Cool air hit heated skin, raising goosebumps that had nothing to do with temperature. Vaughn stripped with efficient movements, tossing his clothes aside without care for where they landed.
Naked, his mate looked like something out of Newt’s most private fantasies. All lean muscle and coiled strength, cock jutting proud between powerful thighs. Newt’s mouth went dry even as other parts of him got decidedly less dry.
“Admiring the view?” Vaughn prowled onto the bed, caging Newt beneath him.
“Cataloging for future reference.” The words came out breathier than intended. “In case this is a hallucination brought on by vampire-induced stress.”
“Not a hallucination.” Vaughn’s mouth found his throat, teeth grazing over his pulse. “Though we should probably discuss the virgin thing.”
“Already did. You were there for the dramatic revelation, remember?”
“I mean logistics.” Lips moved lower, mapping collarbones with focused attention. “How much do you know about…this?”
Heat flooded Newt’s face. “I’ve seen things. Drawings. One very educational tapestry in the palace library before they removed it for cleaning.”
“Tapestry.” Vaughn’s laugh vibrated against his chest. “Of course.”
“It was very detailed! The thread work alone—” Words dissolved into a gasp as Vaughn’s mouth closed around a nipple. “That’s cheating again.”
“No rules against it.” Teeth worried the sensitive peak while fingers found its twin, rolling and pinching until Newt’s hips bucked off the bed.
Sensation scattered his thoughts like startled birds. Every touch felt magnified, each brush of skin against skin sending sparks through overloaded nerves. His cock leaked steadily against his stomach, desperate for friction.
Vaughn’s hand slid lower, bypassing where Newt wanted it most to press behind his balls. One finger circled his entrance, dry and careful, making him tense.
“Relax.” Vaughn’s voice rumbled against his chest. “Need to get you ready.”
“Ready for—oh.” Understanding dawned with a mix of anticipation and concern. “Right. That’s happening. The thing with the…positioning.”
“Such a romantic.” But Vaughn smiled as he leaned over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. “This helps.”
The first touch of slick fingers made Newt jump. Cool gel warmed quickly against his skin as Vaughn circled his entrance with maddening patience. Not pushing in, just touching, letting him adjust to the sensation.
“Still good?” Vaughn asked.
