If he wants it, if he demands it, I’ll not refuse him.It would make him feel smaller, unheard.
Theo looked over his shoulder, meeting Peter’s eyes.That jade color.I wonder what he’s thinking, what his hurts are.Thoughts and memories are Odin’s ravens though, and they can’t be taken by force.He’ll grant me the knowledge or not.Either way, I’ll be content.
Theo blinked, and Peter unbuckled his pants and opened the zipper.His erection felt much nicer out of his pants than constricted inside.He wasn’t going to strip all the way, but he kicked his pants aside before looking at the selection of condoms and choosing a textured one.Theo bit his lip, his eyes on Peter’s fingers as Peter put it on.
Peter walked back to the bed and knelt between Theo’s legs once more.Theo spread his knees without any prompting, and before he did anything else, Peter put a hand on each cheek and slowly massaged them.
“You watched me.Did you like what you saw, Puck?”
Theo hesitated before he said, “You don’t look that muscular in your suits.”
“Mm.I have an excellent tailor.”
Peter grabbed the dildo by the base and slowly pulled it out.To Peter’s satisfaction, it made Theo tremble and gasp all over again, and the sight of Theo’s tender flesh releasing the not-quite-small dildo was a sight to behold.Peter wanted to feel the tight ring of Theo’s hole around his cock more than he’d wanted anything in a long while.
The tragedy was that none of this was a mere physical desire.Peter knew when he just needed a warm body in his bed for a night, and he’d never had any qualms whatsoever about seeking that out.This?This was something else entirely.
As he ran his fingers over Theo’s stretched hole, Peter considered how much easier this would be if Theo’s blood were indeed a drug sweeter than anything else and therefore irresistible.But his blood has nothing at all to do with how I want him.
Peter reached for the bottle of lube he’d used for the toy and made sure he was slick, then applied more to Theo, who was still incredibly responsive to Peter’s touch.Perhaps it was the shock from earlier.He probably needed the gentleness.
“Will you finally—” Theo started, but Peter didn’t let him finish.He lined up and pushed inside, just enough to get the head of his cock past Theo’s tight ring.
Theo gasped and reared up on the bed.
“You make me think this is the best you’ve ever had, Puck,” Peter said.
Theo turned around, a smirk playing around his lips.“N-no.It’s not that good.”
“Ah.I see.In that case…” Peter snapped his hips, pushing deeper.
Theo’s head dipped against the coverlet, breath hitching.His fingers tangled in the fabric.
Peter enjoyed the sight, knowing he was making Theo squirm with every slow advance until they were close, Peter’s cock filling Theo deeply.The heady smell intensified, and along with the heat and tightness of Theo’s body, it created an addictive cocktail.
Peter rocked his hips, and under him, Theo wriggled and bucked.
“Fuck!You’ll make me come again!”
Theo’s muscles tensed, his skin heating as if he were indeed approaching another release.Peter felt the blood running faster when he stroked a finger over Theo’s pulse.This is a nice surprise.Excellent recovery time.
“Good,” Peter said.Then he grabbed Theo’s hips.He’d restrained himself, keeping his strength—far beyond that of a human—in check.Now, he let it slip, just a fraction.
With that control gone, Peter wanted to say things to Theo that Theo wasn’t ready to hear, and that wouldn’t do.So Peter slipped into his first language.
Unused for so long, it sat oddly on his tongue, like an old item of forgotten clothing, rediscovered in the back of one’s closet after decades.“My precious lover.You are mine to protect, to love, to care for.Give yourself to me.Take from me what you will.I offer all of it freely, as a gift to you.”
Theo panted, beyond words.Reality narrowed to the noises coming out of Theo’s throat, out of Peter’s own mouth, to their bodies joining and pulling apart, only to be close again.
Heat tore through Peter as he came.This was fire.This was burning in the sunlight like in vampiric myths.It was blood from a thousand necks, and starlight seen under a thousand moons.
“Beloved,” he said in his mother’s tongue, then he went silent and pulled out, collapsing on top of Theo, careful not to smother him with his weight.“Beloved, you have conquered my heart.”
Neither drowsiness nor sleep came for Peter.He was too acutely aware of Theo next to him, exhausted.It occurred to Peter that Theo couldn’t have gotten all that much sleep.It had been around midday when Peter had run into Theo on campus, and from there, they’d spent the rest of the day together.
Peter basked in the joy of that while he kept an arm and a leg slung across Theo, protective and possessive in equal measures.
I wonder what he’s studying.He was probably there for one of the summer programs, and you have to be enrolled for those.When he’d cloned Theo’s hard drive, he had seen a few file names, but despite really wanting to, he’d managed not to snoop.I can’t deny that I’m intrigued though.I’ll have to get him to tell me.
