"Make love to me, Bay," I whisper, "just like I am now…"
"With pleasure, my beautiful revenant."
In the next moment Bay pulls off his tank top, then tears off mine and the rest of our clothes, and we are finally naked.
My whole body looks the same as my face, gray, marked with long thin black lines, as if my skin wanted to split open in those places but changed its mind…
Bay’s hand glides along my neck and over my shoulder, brushing my dark gray nipples, his hand hot, so much hotter than my cool skin, and it feels like tiny drops of life are dripping from him into me, filling me…
He pulls his mouth from mine, his breath warm against my face as he whispers,
"You are perfect, Alex, in every form… even gray."
I blink a few grateful times. "Gonna fuck your little revenant?"
"Sure as hell…"
He pushes me lightly onto the bed, and I fall back, automatically spreading my legs.
Bay smirks seeing it.
My stiff cock, sadly in a dark gray color too, twitches faintly.
"There’s still a bit of life left in it…" I mutter.
"We’ll see if I can coax even more out of it."
"Please, do."
"First, let’s see what a revenant’s little hole looks like…" Bay says, his voice darkly amused, as I pull my thighs even higher to my chest.
He leans in, peering between my ass cheeks, then dips lower… and lower.
A moment later, I feel his lips on that hyper-sensitive patch of my body, and my breath catches, I’d forgotten how good it feels… when his tongue swirls and massages my ring, it’s divine.
I groan and arch on the bed, my hand instinctively reaching for my cock, eager to hurry toward the sensation I desperately want, but Bay’s hand snatches my wrist, pinning it down.
"Easy," Bay rumbles, his voice low. His lips stay pressed to my opening, and the vibration of his words hums through my flesh.
Then he lifts slowly, his tongue dragging over my pale balls before his mouth engulfs my small, rigid shaft, so hard it could probably punch a hole in a wall.
"Yes, yes, yes," I mutter, my fingers sinking into his crimson hair.
My hips jerk in short, sharp thrusts, pushing into the warm cave of his mouth, wet, tight, his lips a scorching ring around my length.
"Yes, yes!" I gasp louder, and he doesn’t stop, sucking, pulling, taking me deeper, I can’t hold back, I need to explode inside him.
I drive my hips up, sliding along his palate, and my cock unleashes an obscene surge of cum, which Bay swallows down, slurping and gulping.
At the same time, his fingers slip into my pulsing hole, stretching me open.
"Fuck that undead hole, fuck my corpse…"
Bay lifts his head slightly, and our eyes meet.
"For undead spunk, that tasted like whipped cream."
Wow, it’s a charming sight: his lips flushed from working my shaft, his lids heavy, his cheeks dusted with a pearly blush.
