“Sit on the bed.”
Theo was surprised by the command in his own voice.Celeste said I’d have to work my way up to this.Maybe she was right.
Peter licked his lips as if he were expecting a treat and obeyed without hesitation.
Once he got started, Theo didn’t want to stop, and if Celeste had taught him anything, it was that proper preparation was always important and should happen well before things got too heated.
“Where’s your lube?”Theo asked.
Peter pointed with his chin to the oak chest of drawers.“Second from the top.”
Theo walked over and pulled the drawer open.The left side of it was full of Peter’s belts, all neatly rolled up and set in their individual boxes.His ties were on the right, neatly folded and sorted by color.The lube and condoms they’d used in the basement sat between the two like a slick border demarcation.
Theo huffed.The proximity to the belts gave him ideas, but from what he knew about Peter, he wasn’t exactly the kinky type.Theo picked up the lube, but then he hesitated.
“What about this?”He pulled a baby blue tie from its nest among the other ties and held it up.
“It’s your average kind of tie, but if you’re asking whether you can tie me up with it, the answer is yes.”
Theo frowned.“You’d really be okay with that?”
“Certainly.”
“Okay then.”Theo kept the tie and closed the drawer.
Peter was watching him with mild interest.Fuck mild interest.I want him ready to bang my brains out.
Theo almost tackled Peter, pushing him back on the bed, hard.He only stopped to toss the lube and tie on the covers, and then, with both hands free, he pushed against Peter’s chest, curled his fingers into the fabric of his shirt, and bit into the side of his neck.
Peter chuckled, and the vibrato shook Theo.He wasn’t even sure what had come over him.He’d never been like this with anyone.
Peter’s hands came up to wrap around Theo’s back, and he relaxed his jaws, easing the bite.He’d barely left a mark—just a small hickey—and yet, for some reason, he desperately wanted to get his teeth into Peter.Maybe it was some kind of misdirected payback.Maybe I need to put my own mark on Peter.Maybe I need him gasping, not chuckling and feeling all cuddly, acting as if I were a soft kitten.
Theo worked a few buttons on Peter’s shirt open and pulled it away to expose a fine, muscular shoulder.
Theo huffed.“Damn, you really are a Viking if you’re not wearing a shirt.You’re not convincing me otherwise.”
“Theodore, don’t be rude now, I beg of you.”
Theo decided to ignore that.A shoulder seemed a better place to get your teeth into, so he licked the skin, then bit down as hard as he could.This time, rather than chuckle, Peter growled in an animalistic way, and one of his hands came up, his fingers tangling in Theo’s hair.
“Let go, precious one.”Peter gently pulled at Theo’s hair.
Fuck no.
Theo had been sucked nearly dry more often than he cared to remember.Sure, Peter had never done that.Theo also really, really liked Peter, the sense of safety and warmth the vampire gave him, the way he’d never tried to bend Theo over for a quick fuck.He wasn’t angry with Peter.
And yet, he was frustrated and mad with himself for not being the kind of person who really fit with someone like Peter.He was mad that Peter had only found him now, the way he was now.
Where were you five years ago?Where were you when I needed a white knight, when I could’ve trusted you and given you everything I was back then?Everything I was before I became what I am now?
Theo couldn’t say those words out loud.If he did, Peter might really kick him out.So he put everything he had into this bite, clamping down as hard as he could until his jaw started to hurt, until the rich, salty flavor of blood ran over his tongue.He kept the pressure up as long as he could.Only when he was satisfied, when his whole face had started to hurt, did he stop and pull back.
Peter’s skin was only broken here and there, though dark marks had formed around the small red beads.Theo licked them as Peter’s hand in his hair stroked circles and random patterns against his scalp.
If I just did something that’s against vampire etiquette, I’m not getting punished.Yet.
“Precious one,” Peter whispered.
