“Do that again,” I rasp.
He does.
I thread my fingers into his hair and pet him while he smells and licks around the base of my cock like he’s never seen one before.
“You’re uncut.” He swirls his tongue around the tip of my length, licking his way beneath my foreskin,
“I am.”
He takes me into his mouth and sucks until the rod between my legs is no longer cool to the touch and he tickles his fingers over my balls. It’s not quite the same as it used to be, but it still feels good. If nothing else, being a vampire has amplified my baser instincts, hence my foray through fetish in the mid-twentieth century.
“I don’t mind if you come in my mouth,” he assures me before swallowing my cock into the back of his throat.
It’s good, and he blinks up at me with tears in those bright blue eyes of his because he’s choking on me. I think he should relax his throat and breathe through his nose, and I’m rewarded with a puff of breath from his nostrils against the base of my shaft. I’m trying really hard to not think about the way I want him to suck my cock because I want him to do it on his own, so I give him one last passing idea before I turn my mind off.
Declan flattens his tongue on the underside of my shaft and swallows. I’m sucked deeper into him and the head of my dick presses against the back of his throat. I flex my fingers in the silky strands of his hair, then brace myself on the wall so I don’t do something regrettable, like fuck his face so hard I break his jaw.
If only he were a vampire.
The thought is unexpected and unwelcome, and I grind my hands so hard against the wall the bricks crumble and crack. I need to get this over with before I make a mistake. Before I hurt someone. Before I hurt him.
I pump my hips forward, he gags a little, and that’s all I need. The way the muscles of his mouth and throat convulse around me when he fights for air pushes me over the edge and I come in his mouth. My release pools on his tongue and I pull out when I’m spent, tucking myself back into my pants.
Declan swallows and licks his lips, then he goes all heart-eyes on me, swaying a bit until he lands flat on his ass. His dick is still out, soft and used against the front of his pants, and I like the look of it. The pink of it, and the way I can see his heartbeat thrumming through the thick vein that wraps the top of him.
“Come on.” I hold my hand down and he slides our palms together and lets me pull him until he’s standing. I arrange his dick into his underwear and zip up his jeans, but he still has this swoony look at him and I can’t leave him like this.
“You taste…” he trails off.
I’ve heard this one before.
I walk him backward until he hits the wall and lean down so I can taste his breath. There’s cloves, and his own cum from earlier, and a salty edge from the places his tears tracked down his face, and it’s intoxicating. I kiss him gently, not on his mouth but that spot that’s almost his cheek. He turns, chasing after my lips, but I move away, kissing and licking my way to his neck.
Maybe I’m more of a masochist than I thought.
I suck a bruise into the spot I want to bite him, my teeth dragging and abrading over his carotid artery.
“You’re hard again,” he says, and of course I am, because I’m here.
Right here.
And he’s so. Fucking. Close.
“I need to go.”
I put some much needed space between us and he looks at me like I kicked his puppy. Those eyes of his are going to be the death of me, or worse, him.
“Thanks for that.” I gesture at our cocks.
He scrunches his face up and gives me a confused look. “I’ve never been thanked before.”
“Well, then you’re giving it up to the wrong people.”I take another step back.
“I live close.” He jingles his keys at me again.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
