Gabe shot him a truly adorable scowl. “Once again, I’m adoctor, not a bimbo.”
“Technically, you’d be a ‘himbo,’” Soren corrected, squeezing at Gabe’s biceps. “Although, you don’t even qualify, I’m afraid. Himbos are nice.”
Gabe’s scowl only deepened. “I’mnice.”
“Only to people you don’t know. To everyone you care about, you’re a grumpy dick.”
“I’m nice to you.”
“That’s because I hold some very important cards over you. You have to be nice to get what you want.” Soren gave another roll of his hips in demonstration, giggling when the scowl immediately dropped from Gabe’s face. He started tugging at the bottom of Gabe’s shirt.
“You gave me what I wanted even when I was a grumpy dick to you.” Gabe flashed white teeth up at Soren. “Face it, brat, you’re addicted to this body.”
Soren was too busy trying to undress said body to justify that accusation with an answer. “This shirt is trouble,” he griped, tugging the offending tank up and over Gabe’s arms.
“Yeah, well, your shorts should be illegal,” Gabe countered, fingering the hem of them, which had settled somewhere just above the curve of Soren’s ass in their current position.
Soren preened a little at that. He’d searched far and wide for the perfect camping outfit—if he was going to be forced to be outdoors, he was at least going to have the proper aesthetic—and had in the end chosen a bit of a seventies fitness vibe, donning a pair of high-waisted terrycloth shorts that made his ass look fantastic and pairing them with a tight T-shirt just this side of a crop top.
Gabe tugged harder on the edge of them, his broad fingers brushing Soren’s cheeks. “I could pull them up just the tiniest bit and still be able to fuck you dirty, baby.”
“No.” Soren knocked his hands away. “You’ll get them all filthy.”
“Then get naked for me.”
“Youare not in charge here.”
But Soren very much wanted to get naked, so he went ahead and did it, scrambling out of his clothes before tugging Gabe out of his own (much longer) pair of shorts.
Soren hopped back up to straddle Gabe’s thighs, licking his lips as he eyed the prize he’d revealed. Gabe’s cock was perfect as ever, especially when it was so beautifully hard for Soren, jutting up along Gabe’s belly. Soren placed his hands on Gabe’s stomach and lifted himself, rubbing along that cock, letting the length of it slide along his perineum. Fuck, he loved this gorgeous thing.
He was pretty fond of the man attached to it too. But really, it was a fantastic cock.
Soren played around like that for a while, sliding his cheeks along the underside and teasing them both, letting the head notch at his rim before shifting back, running his hands along Gabe’s abs and his chest all the while.
Eventually, Gabe bucked his hips up, a small frown furrowing his brows, even as his jaw fell slack. “You’re going to make me come like this.”
“Don’t you dare,” Soren scolded. But he reached sideways for his discarded fanny pack, fishing out the little foil packet he’d stashed there for emergencies.
Gabe cocked a brow at him. “You brought lube? After all that about us not fucking in the wilderness?”
“Hush,” Soren crooned, pouring the packet over Gabe’s swollen erection, giving it a few tugs just to enjoy the way Gabe’s mouth opened even wider at his touch.
Soren knew he was still loose and open enough from their shower sex that morning, and he didn’t want to wait anymore. He held that beautiful cock steady and lowered himself on it, desperate to feel the ache. He didn’t know what was with him today. Normally Gabe was the needy one, always having to beholding on to Soren or throwing him on his lap or requesting that Soren pet his hair while he watched TV. But today Soren couldn’t get enough. He’d woken up wanting to be filled, and even after achieving that goal, he only wanted more.
He paused when his ass was flush with Gabe’s hips, reveling in the stretch. “Did you put an aphrodisiac in my coffee this morning?” he asked lightly.
Gabe’s fingers twitched on his hips, but he stayed put, good boy that he was. “We never had coffee this morning.”
That was right. Maybe it was Soren’s crankiness over having to be part of this family activity, one where he’d thought he’d be stuck in a tiny tent and wouldn’t be able to sprawl over Gabe’s chest the way he did at home, cocooned in their expensive sheets.
Oh Christ, had Soren become ahomebody?
He banished the thought by leaning fully over Gabe, sliding their chests together and claiming his mouth. “You do the work now. I’m tired out.”
Gabe—always obedient when it came to lustful pleasure—obliged beautifully, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up in a way that had Soren almost keening. “Oh God.”
“So beautiful,” Gabe murmured, before taking Soren’s lips again and reminding Soren he wasn’t the only one with vampire stamina anymore. He set a fantastically brutal rhythm, pounding into Soren from underneath, grabbing at his ass with greedy hands.
