“More,” Theo heard himself say, and there went those good intentions.
“Yes?”Peter asked with a playful smirk Theo wanted to lick right off the vampire’s face.
“More,” Theo insisted, digging his fingers into Peter’s abdomen.
Peter didn’t need to be told a third time, thankfully.He reached out, his wrists still bound, and ran his fingers over Theo’s lips.
The temptation was too much, and when Peter thrust up again, Theo ended up biting down and sucking, salivating like crazy even as Peter moved.And moved and moved.
Theo felt his orgasm building.He tried to hold it back, but Peter wasn’t slowing any.If anything, he was speeding up, thrusting harder, fingers pressing into Theo’s tongue.
“Yes, Theodore, like that.You’re doing so well.”
A few seconds later, Theo reared back and screamed.He didn’t remember the last time he’d screamed during sex.
“Yes!Fuck, yes!”
Peter growled, and his fingers marked Theo’s skin with possessive heat.Theo didn’t have to wait long before Peter sped up in that telltale pre-orgasmic sprint, and it ended just a few seconds later with Peter coming deep inside Theo.It was good, too good, like a spring shower or an ocean wave breaking over your head, or some other similarly sappy metaphor.
“Didn’t go like I expected,” Theo said after he’d caught his breath.He was lying on Peter’s chest, which felt like the perfect spot.
“No?Would you like a do-over?”Peter wiggled his hands free before he grabbed Theo’s butt cheeks and kneaded them as he slowly pulled out.“I will say that I am rather satisfied with the end result, Theodore.I think you riding me could be a hobby.”
“Shut up and be a good pillow, Peter.”
The feeling of Peter’s chest vibrating as he chuckled rang through Theo, and it made him smile.Ugh.Feels like contentment has taken a big old dump all over my face.Never mind though.Just gonna rest my eyes before wiping it away.Just for a minute.
23
Peter
Peterhadworktodo.There were papers he needed to prepare, and there were always emails to wade through or forward to Michael.But he couldn’t bring himself to leave Theo in bed alone, his chest rising and falling slowly, sleep having sucked him in.
The fact that Theo had picked Peter to sleep on was a strange, unknown bliss, even if it was possible—likely, even—that Theo was going to drool some sooner or later.
It’s odd.I don’t even mind the drool.Am I…looking forward to it?
Lying there, Peter considered what it would take to make days like these the norm, to encourage Theodore to ride his cock daily, then get him to snuggle up like he was doing now, using Peter in whatever way he saw fit.
Yet, those things would have to wait another day or so.Peter held Theo close as the day waned and the light shifted to bronze, then rose gold.He ran his fingers through Theo’s ruffled black hair, caressed his back.
“Wake up, Theodore,” Peter whispered.“You slept the day away.”
Theo stirred, blinked his eyes open, then stretched like a cat.“What time is it?”
“Almost time to head out.”
“Huh?”
“To the park, to see about Bernard,” he said as Theo rubbed sleep from his eyes.
“Oh.Fuck.”Theo rolled off him and lay on his back.“Guess I better shower then.”
Strictly speaking, there was enough time to do that, yet Peter said, “Save it for after.We should get going.”That way he can smell you, dearest, can smell me on you.
With any luck, that would infuriate the other vampire, getting him to act even more stupidly than he was already acting.Perhaps he would be stupid enough to grant Peter a little bit of satisfaction in the causing-injury-before-death department.I can but hope.
“All right.”Theo looked over at him.“Should I… What do you wear when you go to murder your ex in the park?”
