A wet trickle of lube made Theo jerk under that firm hold, and Peter growled—not the frail human sound Theo had made earlier, but something wilder, sharper.Theo stilled, but to his own surprise, he wasn’t frozen in fear.This was anticipation, and it was soon rewarded.
Peter used his other hand to spread the lube around on the outside.His fingers teased the sensitive skin, and every time he got close to Theo’s hole, Theo held his breath and prayed Peter would finally open him up.
“Just to be clear, Theodore, this is actually what you want?”Peter’s voice was a whisper.“I’ll stop if it isn’t.”
Theo ground his teeth.“Dude, you really can’t tell?Yeah, this is what I want, like I told you.”
“Don’t mouth off, my dear.I have to be sure.”
Theo didn’t respond.He wasn’t sure he knew how.
Then Peter pushed into Theo’s hole with a lubed finger.
Heat and chills mingled, and when Peter worked Theo in slow strokes, it was enough to make every other thought scatter.Theo was achingly hard, and he ground his hips to get some friction, any friction, while Peter was giving him an expert level prostate massage.I should be doing that.That should be my job.How is he so freakishly good at this?
“So good,” Theo mumbled against the sheets, so quietly he was sure Peter wouldn’t be able to hear.
“Is it?Is there truly nothing that could improve this?”
Clearly, the damn lawyer vampire was fond of his rhetorical questions, because as soon as he’d said it, he gave Theo a second finger and some harder strokes against that sweet, sweet, aching spot inside of him.
Theo knew that if this went on, he’d come right where he was lying, ass up in the air, grinding against the coverlet.Yet Peter, as far as Theo knew, was still fully dressed.It wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go.
“Are you…just going to make me wait?”Theo managed between gasps.“You get off on just watching?”
“Maybe I do tonight.Or maybe I like you desperate.”
With that, Peter pulled out of Theo, and Theo let out a string of frustrated curses.
“Are you feeling desperate, Puck?”
“Fucking vampire bastard,” Theo said, only to regret the words a moment later.He hadn’t actually wanted to insult Peter.
What if he takes it as an insult?What if he just gets up and leaves?Something akin to panic bubbled up in Theo.
“You do have a mouth on you, don’t you?”
Peter sounded calm.He wasn’t leaving then, and if his voice was any indication, he wasn’t taking it personally.
Or maybe he did?Is this even still a fantasy, or is this…what else?What else would anyone come here for?
Theo could no longer tell how he’d gotten here—not into this room, he understood that.But how he’d gotten here with Peter, a vampire who was after Theo for no other reason than the addictive quality of his blood?How am I suddenly so fucking eager for his touch, for him talking to me as he fucks me with his fingers?
“Just fuck me already,” Theo said.
He sounded off, even to himself.Confused.Needy.Angry.He didn’t dare look over his shoulder, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle what he’d see in Peter’s face.Fuck.I’m kidding myself if I think it would be anything other than lust.Remember where you are, Theo.This isn’t a movie.This isn’t a love story.This is life.
“All in good time, Puck.You’re getting the toy I picked out for you first, so spread those legs of yours.Spread them wide.”
Theo gasped and immediately complied.It meant less friction, and he felt so ready to come that the loss made him groan.
“Yes, very good.”Peter’s fingers skimmed along the inside of his thigh.Theo could hear lube being liberally applied to silicone, and Peter slicked more over Theo’s heated skin, making him flinch with anticipation.“Now let’s see about getting you ready.”
Peter pushed the dildo into him.With how intensely Theo’s high had built, he craved every sensation that came with being filled.He heard himself making obscene noises, muttering things, but it didn’t matter.Only feeling mattered right now.
Whether Peter could read Theo’s mind or whether the vampire read something in Theo’s reactions he didn’t know, and it made no difference.Peter was soon on top of Theo, his mouth hovering over Theo’s shoulder, over Theo’s neck, silky clothes brushing over Theo’s oversensitive skin.
“I’d say you’re taking to this well, Puck,” Peter whispered.He was close enough that his breath brushed Theo’s ear, close enough to make Theo shiver against the still fully dressed vampire.
