“Again,” he grunts, and I claw at him, scratching cuts into his chest, his stomach, his neck. I follow the trail of my hands with my tongue, licking him clean and healing him as I go. I swallow his cock into my mouth and I suck him down my throat. I dig my nails into the meat of his ass and pull him deeper into me.
He’s close to coming. He’s tense and soft all at the same time, and I want to break him and put him back together. It’s this primal feeling that overwhelms me, knocking me back onto my heels. His cock slips out of my mouth and slaps against his stomach and he whines, hips circling forward toward me.
I need to be inside of him.
I spit into my hand and lube my cock. Covered in a mixture of my saliva and his blood, I squat and lift, pushing my cock into him. I know it hurts because I can feel his pain. When we’re like this, I can’t turn off the connection, and his thoughts are jumbled until they’re not.
They’re clear now. Acute and crisp and they tell me one thing.
More.
I grab his chin and angle his face toward the ceiling. I bite him at the base of his throat. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a bruise. His tight channel constricts around my cock, choking me off at the base. I grit my teeth and push deeper, burying myself until my balls rub against his ass.
I bounce Declan up and down on my cock so hard he rips the hooks from the walls. He wraps his arms around me and I push us both backward. His back slams into the window and I fuck him into it. Glass cracks, and with a groan, I step to the side and shoulder him into the wall.
He’s thinking that he loves me. It’s a beacon in the muddle of ideas in his head and I know he believes it with every ounce of his being. I’m met with the feeling I’ve done this before. Been here before. Even though I know I never have.
I break the skin of his throat with my teeth and pull my mouth away, watching as he bleeds for me. I lick through the drops that have collected in the dips of his collarbone, then crash our mouths together.
“How do you feel so familiar?” he pants.
I slam my eyes closed and shake my head, and his tongue is at my mouth, licking my lips apart with a needy whimper.
“Fuck me, Ezra,” he begs into my mouth. “Like you used to.”
“What do you mean?” I tighten my hold on him and he tightens his on me.
“I don’t know.” He drops his forehead against my shoulder. “But you do.”
Memories shimmer at the farthest edges of my periphery, but I don’t know what to do with them. The only thing that makes sense is him and me, together in this moment, like we have been for every moment. Somehow, my soul knows his, and everything we’ve ever done has been to bring us here.
“I don’t understand any of this,” I admit.
“Maybe we don’t need to.” Declan rips the cord from his wrist and drops it onto the floor, then he cups the back of my neck in his hand and pulls our foreheads together. I think he’s nestled in a Declan shaped hole I’ve fucked into the drywall, but I’m not going to stop and check the damage. “Just be with me now. Regardless of what we’ve been before.”
He nips at my lip, catching a fang and tearing my skin open. I bare my teeth at him and sink into his lip. He moans and kisses me, using his tongue to swirl our blood around my mouth.
“I love how you feel inside of me,” he whispers, and I’m not sure he’s talking about my cock in his ass because I know what he means. When his blood is fresh on my tongue, I feel like I’m fucking alive again.
My orgasm sneaks up and unfurls like a waking dragon. I shove Declan harder into the wall and come deep inside of him. I pump my hips over and over, like I would crawl into him if I could. He says I smell like home and, well, he feels like it. Visions of a long gone time make their way into the front of my mind and I can see exactly what he means.
Declan and I, clear as day, on the cobblestone streets surrounding Hyde Park on a humid summer evening. The streetlights are being lit, and the brim of his hat shields me from seeing the brightness of his eyes.
“Ezra.”
I blink up at him and he’s here and it’s now, and my mouth gapes open like a fish. My cum is slicking out of his ass and I still have him pressed against the wall.
“It looks lovely,” he offers with a shy smile, then he takes my hand and wraps it around his cock. “Now please make me come.”
I stroke him with quick tugs, twisting at the tip, but he’s not there. He’s fighting it. He wants more. I can give him more. I turn and throw him onto the bed and take him into my mouth, swallowing him down to the back of my throat again. I trace my fingers over the arteries in his thigh, remembering how my body didn’t allow me to say no to him. I don’t want to let go of his cock, though, so I drag my fangs through the trim patch of hair at the base of his cock and bite.
He comes almost instantly, his cock swelling and surging in my mouth. I swallow him. All cum and blood and spit, and his hands fist my hair. He thrashes around the bed and all it takes is one hand to hold him down and he stops fighting. Declan gives himself over to me, letting himself be built into a newer and better version of himself.
And that’s when everything clicks into place.
Being this way isn’t a curse. It’s the most amazing gift, and I don’t know if I really knew Declan before, but I know him now, and we’re going to have a thousand new lifetimes together.
His hands go limp on my head and his dick slips out of my mouth. I rest my cheek on his thigh and close my eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened. I can hear his thoughts. I feel his feelings. I have memories that exist before he was born that include him, and I suddenly am met with the understanding this life is far more than I’ve known it to be.
