The whole room smells like him. Like cloves, and coffee, and soap, and…I lick my lips and focus my eyes on the growing bulge between Declan’s legs. He walks backward toward his bed and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. He has light brown nipples with steel rings through them. His nipples are hard, and he works open the fly of his pants while he kicks out of his shoes. He shoves his pants down and pushes them away, and he’s standing there in these sinfully tight, hot pink briefs that make my cock throb.
“I haven’t done this in a long time.”
He crooks his finger. I push away from the door, biting a hole into my tongue to stop from biting a hole into him. I could manage myself at the club where it was undertones of Declan floating over every other smell, but here it’s all him, and now a little bit of me, and it’s work to fight my nature.
“Can I suck you again?” He palms himself and shifts his growing erection around behind the neon material.
“Yeah,” I rasp, and he’s on me, all hands and lips, and my shirt is gone, my pants and underwear are down, and the hot warmth of his palm wraps around my length. He walks me backward to the bed and I fold when my knees hit the mattress. He encourages me to lie back, so I do. Declan spreads his body out over mine, sucking and kissing his way from my neck to my navel.
As I hear his pulse accelerate and his palms turn clammy against my skin, I wonder if he realizes my pulse hasn’t quickened too. My heart is beating the same now as it was when I walked in the door, which is…not at all.
Declan licks a line from my stomach to my sternum and then makes a fist around our cocks, stroking us together in the tight grip of his hand. This is dangerous. This is how mutual orgasms happen, and I’m already piercing holes into my own lips to keep my fangs obscured.
“Suck it,” I grunt, and thread my fingers into his hair. I encourage him to move down my body and he goes willingly.
Declan takes my cock into his mouth and swallows me down into the back of his throat. He does that thing with his tongue again, and I realize, with startling clarity, I had no control over it last time. I don’t think I have control over him at all.
To test it out, I think about him stopping, gathering up my clothes and throwing me out, but what I get is a spit slick finger swirling over my taint toward my hole. I think about him shooting off early and soiling the sheets, but that doesn’t happen either. He just sucks me harder, pressing the pad of his finger against my ass like he’s waiting for an invitation.
The irony isn’t lost.
“Do it,” I whisper, and he twists his wrist, his finger sliding into me. He pauses, no doubt noticing my ass isn’t as warm as he’s used to, but he doesn’t stop for long, pushing in until he’s knuckle deep.
“I love the way you taste,” he praises, wrapping his lips around the head of my cock with a smile. He looks up at me, dragging his blue stare from my stomach to my face with a serene sort of calm and desire.
I remember him telling me I taste like home, and I want to give him that again. I’ve never thought to ask anyone else what I taste like, but I’ve been told it’s different for everyone. A little shimmer of the trickery that keeps me alive, I think. I wonder if he’ll taste the same, if he’ll still smell like Christmas if he’s…well, ever like me.
I need to busy my brain, so no matter how good his mouth feels, this needs to end. I flip us over with ease and his back slams into the mattress. He huffs out a surprised breath of air, but I palm his sac in my hand and shift the weight of his balls between my fingers. His skin is so fucking hot to the touch.
His sheets twist around my aching length, and I drag my lips around his dick, taking the tip of him into my mouth. He shivers, and I slick my tongue through his slit, lapping up the salty evidence of his arousal.
He groans and I can feel it in my bones, so I take more of him into my mouth. He fucks off the bed and pushes into me, and I can still feel the intrusion of his finger in my ass. It makes me hard, and I rut against the sheets while I work him with my tongue. It’s hard to suck dick when my teeth are so ready to puncture skin my entire jaw aches with it, but I do my best, kissing and sucking at his length.
I spit on two fingers, mixing my saliva and the wetness seeping from my fangs, and I tease his ass like he did earlier to mine, but I don’t tease for long, pushing two of my fingers into him. The lubrication from my fangs helps smooth the entry and I rub the pads of my fingers against his prostate.
“Ezra,” he whispers my name like it’s a prayer, and I suck one of his balls into my mouth, raising my hand to his cock and jerking him off that way. My face is buried in the delicious place where his leg folds into his body and his blood is pumping so quickly through his veins I can feel it under my skin like it was my own.
I want to come. I need it, and then I need to sit Declan down and have a serious fucking talk with him about exactly how many years I want to spend making him come, because it’s more than he has in his lifetime.
I groan and press a third finger into him, and his balls shift and churn against my tongue. He’s getting so close to coming, the smell of him permeates the air and I grind down into his sheets, fucking my cock against his mattress. My own orgasm is shimmering between us, but I can’t do it yet. It’s hard enough as it is, to have him like this, beneath me, all pliant and ready and wanting, and not sink my teeth into him. Mixing my own orgasm with it is too risky, and I’m barely balanced on the edge as it is.
I didn’t spend my lifetime being careful to blow it now.
Declan is writhing beneath me, and I move my weight around until he calms, one of his legs tucked beneath me. I pump my hips again, and my cock drags along the inside of his knee.
“Come, Declan,” I beg him, jerking his cock with smooth and quick strokes. I spread my fingers inside of his ass and I know he’s there. His heart doesn’t skip, but it speeds up and his body tenses. He tangles his hand into my hair and arches off the bed with a cry. He convulses, and I’m not expecting it. His leg twitches and spasms, and presses my cock into the sheets.
It’s just enough, and then it’s too much, and I’m coming too. My fangs are slick with moisture and I shout, unable to fight my baser instincts any longer. His cum slides down my fingers and into my mouth, and I’m shooting off against the inside of his knee and then I’m in him.
My teeth sink into the way too tender spot at the base of his thigh where his femoral artery has been edging me since I got him onto his back. Declan cries out. It sounds like he’s shocked. Maybe in pain, or maybe it’s too much pleasure, and then blood gushes into my mouth.
There’s two fresh holes in his leg and the hot taste of iron surges into my mouth. It’s coming so quick I can’t even swallow to keep up with the flow. It’s everywhere between us like his sweat and cum, and I gulp him down until I realize what’s happening.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
