It felt too fucking good already. Blake tried to relax back against the couch, but he was already so turned on—relaxing was sort of off the menu. His thighs were taut with tension, even as he carded his fingers gently through Cass’s hair, careful not to pull. He was only half-aware of murmuring incoherent praise through clenched teeth.
And then Cass began tonguing under the head of Blake’s dick deliberately, sliding one hand down to cup Blake’s balls, already tight with arousal.
Blake groaned. “Fuck, baby. So good. You’re always so fuckinggood.”
“Yeah?” Cass pulled off Blake’s dick and beamed up at him once again. He had spit dripping down his chin, his thin chest on full display.
Blake’s balls drew up high. He groaned again, deep and husky, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Now?” Cass hurried to get his mouth back on Blake, and just that warmth on the head of Blake’s cock—and the image of Cass burned into his brain—was enough, and Blake was coming, forcing his eyes open again to watch Cass drink him down, gulping with the same eager ferocity he brought to drinking Blake’s blood.
When Blake whimpered with oversensitivity, Cass let up and scrambled back onto his lap, jerking at his own dick. He kept shuffling his knees closer, like he was trying to burrow into Blake’s skin. “Can I bite?” he pleaded. “Blake, can I bite?”
“Yeah, baby,” Blake soothed, drawing Cass’s head down to his neck. “Take what you need.”
It wasn’t that Cass needed toeat, so much—they’d made sure he was fully fed before returning to classes. It was that Cass needed the closeness. The claim.
Cass bit down, and Blake gasped at the burst of pleasure, his hands grasping at Cass’s hips, his spent dick already coming back to life.
There was the soft sound of gulping, paired with the wet sound of Cass pumping his dick. Blake ran a hand over Cass’s ass, dipping a finger into his cleft, rubbing softly at his hole. “That’s it, baby. That’s fucking it.”
Cass moaned around his mouthful of Blake’s flesh, and then hot cum was splattering on Blake’s chest, Cass’s body trembling in his arms.
Blake held him through it, murmuring reassurances.
Eventually, when Cass was fully relaxed again, Blake blushed, embarrassment making him suddenly sheepish. “I swear my stamina’s gonna improve,” he mumbled. “You’re just so hot.”
Cass leaned back, a little smear of blood on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide. “What are you talking about?You’reso hot. You could come in your pants every time we kissed, and I’d think it was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me.”
“Thanks, baby.” Warmth filled Blake’s chest. He had the sweetest boyfriend in the whole fucking world. The sweetestmate.How had he gotten this lucky?
At least he had the recovery time of youth on his side. He grinned at Cass. “Give me two minutes and we’ll go again.”
Cass cuddledup into Blake on the couch, spent and kind of filthy but content, half watching his boyfriend play his video games but mostly just drinking in his comforting scent.
Blake’s phone was blowing up—the group text reallywaspopping off, just as he’d predicted—but Blake was ignoring it, curled around Cass, his eyes on the TV screen.
He seemed as happy as Cass was to have it be just the two of them for a while.
Maybe Cass should have been concerned that they were probably the most codependent couple in school, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was a supernatural creature, anyway—he was allowed to make his own relationship rules, right? There had to be some perks to being a vampire. There was the eternal youth, the superstrength, and also the right to have an emotional support boyfriend available at all times.
Cass giggled.
Blake’s chin dropped to the top of Cass’s head. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing.” Cass sighed happily, rubbing his bare legs against Blake’s. Maybe they could have a round three in a little bit. Maybe Blake could even use his natural athleticism to figure out a way to fuck Cass in their tiny dorm room shower. Or maybe they’d stay exactly like this. “Just happy to be home.”
Blake pressed a kiss to his head. “Yeah, baby. Me too.”
BONUS EPILOGUES
ROMAN BONUS EPILOGUE
Roman
“Merde,” Roman cursed, wrapping his coat tighter around the squirming bundle in his arms. He hadn’t felt this foolish in nearly a century.
“Be still,” he admonished. The bundle didn’t listen. “And if you dare pee on my suit, mark my words, there will be hell to pay.” The bundle made a disgruntled sound, as if offended at the very suggestion.
