Peter stopped his creepy smiling and went right back to frowning, which really wasn’t much better.
“Theodore, what is this?Do you want to hide under the covers?That’s fine, just—”
“No.I mean, yes.I want to have sex.”
“You want to have sex?”Peter sighed.“Shock.I should’ve known.”He sat down on the bed next to Theo, leaving his hand in Theo’s.“Everything will be fine.He’ll not touch you ever again.You’re not hurt, and I’ll heal.”
Theo rolled his eyes.“I was just telling you no to see if you’d actually stop.I didn’t want you to stop, okay?I…still want you to take my blood.And also the other thing.The sex.I want that too.I consent to all of it.”
Peter stilled for several long heartbeats, then he reached for Theo’s cheek again.
“I will respect you, always.You have my word on that.My word is worth a king’s ransom, Theodore.”
With a burst of speed that made Theo gasp in surprise, Peter got back into the exact same position he had been, straddling Theo, watching him with his one good eye.
Theo sucked in a deep breath.“So fast.”
Peter ran his hand along the side of Theo’s face, brushed his thumb over Theo’s swollen lips.
“I am.My precious one.”
Peter was whispering.Theo had to strain to hear over the raging birds.But when Peter undid his belt and zipper, that sound drowned out everything else that was trying to get Theo’s attention.
Peter kissed him briefly, then growled and got up to kick off his shoes and pants, turning him into a sight unlike anything Theo had seen, maybe ever.
It wasn’t just the blood or the many wounds, the eye, although all of that was shocking.It was the realization that Peter’s suits hid flawless strength, a body not just formed by pushing papers but by…
Theo didn’t really know.I don’t even know how old he really is.Where he’s from.Bernard pretended to be ancient, but he nearly went ballistic when I found his birth certificate and made fun of him for having been born in the roaring 20s.
Peter stood there like some kind of warrior hero straight from a dream or a cheesy B-movie, watching, and Theo wondered whether it was yet another round of checking for his consent, silently this time, one where his action was demanded.
So Theo undressed, unbuttoned his shirt and wriggled out of it, then undid his pants.They were the skinny kind, the ones he’d put on for work earlier.After having been with Peter, he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
He lifted a leg in Peter’s direction.“Help me?”
Peter looked pleased.“Happy to, Theodore.”
He pulled the jeans off by the hem, slower than he’d gotten his own off.His eye was on Theo, assessing, observing.
Caring?Maybe he cares.
When Theo was finally pants-less, Peter used his vampiric speed again, and as fast as he’d gone, he was back on top of Theo, holding Theo’s head and looking at him.With the one eye, that was anything but a sweet, romantic gesture, but Theo still froze.
He might be thinking about how best to bite me.This is fine.This is normal.Just two people fucking and one needing some blood.
But then Peter kissed him again, and whatever Theo had been thinking died like a flame in a downpour.Nothing else mattered when their cocks ground together, when Peter kissed him with such ardor that Theo could do nothing but bear it.
He bent his spine, grinding against Peter, and Peter—vampire strength and all—was perfect for grinding against…until he grabbed both their cocks together, getting them both off with hard strokes, spreading their precum liberally.
The friction was pure delight, and Theo wanted more.He bucked up, trying to nip Peter’s lips.
Peter growled.“Settle.”
“More,” Theo demanded, one leg hooking over Peter’s.He had no intention at all of settling, and what kind of ridiculous thought even was that?
Peter chuckled.“You’re getting all of it, sosettle.”
But Theo couldn’t.He had no idea what had gotten into him.They’d done this before—the sex, the blood—but in this moment, with birds just outside the door waiting to tear them to shreds, Theo wanted nothing more than to claw at Peter and pull the vampire close until their skin fused and their bodies became one.He needed to take the sharp edges off himself, and he wanted Peter to make it happen.
