“Is this your not-so-subtle way of asking me to feed on you again?”
“It is.” Quin gestured to his lap. “Park yourself here and have a taste of—what was it? Black pepper with a hint of cloves?”
Kit rolled his eyes, but he stood up and came over to Quin. “I wish I hadn’t told you that.”
“No, you don’t,” Quin said. He reached out, his hands spanning large over Kit’s waist where he held him. “How about this time you take it from my neck?” He angled his head, showing off his jugular. He’d trimmed his beard earlier and tidied up any stray hairs, preparing for this eventuality.
Kit made a noise of excitement. “Yeah?”
“Go for it. I want you to.”
Kit seemed hesitant to make the move onto his lap, so Quin widened his legs and pulled him between his knees instead. Kit went pliant under his touch. It was a heady feeling to have Kit go where Quin wanted him to.
It took little for Kit to bend down and scrape his fangs over Quin’s exposed skin. Quin shut his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of Kit biting him, sharp and gentle all at once. He kept his hands on Kit’s waist, thumbs rubbing circles in the divots above his hips through the soft cashmere of his jumper.
Quin’s head swam with images of them together as Kit fed from him. Pieces of a potential future that he hoped this was the first step to building. Perhaps it was unconventional to have the cornerstone of a relationship be one of you drinking the other’s blood, but most wouldn’t consider what Quin liked mainstream. He was content to be Kit’s walking, talking blood bag, and would love nothing more than for Kit to forgo feeding from anyone elsebuthim for the rest of his life.
Quin groaned when Kit pulled away, his lips rosy-red with blood. “You’re excited again,” Kit said, fangs sticking out over his lower lip.
Kit wasn’t wrong: Quin was hard and straining in his jeans. Which was impressive, given how much blood had left his body.“It’ll pass,” Quin said, though he didn’t let go of Kit’s waist, keeping him close.
“What if…” Kit started, then trailed off, shaking his head at himself.
“What is it?” Quin asked, keeping his voice soft.
Kit’s gaze flicked down and back up. “Do you want me to do something about it?”
“No. I mean, I wouldloveit, but not right now. You didn’t agree to go on a date with me yet. That needs to come first.”
“In your current state, I think you’re likely to be what’s coming first,” Kit said.
Quin waggled a finger at Kit, tsking. “That’s a diversion, and we both know it. Come on a date with me.”
Kit pursed his lips. “Why?”
“Because I want to take you out.”
“I suppose I can find some time in my diary for you. On one condition, though.”
“Sure,” Quin said. He’d do anything that Kit asked.
“Kiss me again,” Kit demanded.
Quin obliged, reeling Kit closer to him and pressing their lips together. He couldn’t quite parse the distinct taste of black pepper and cloves on Kit’s tongue, but he could taste his own blood. Kit, despite his earlier avoidance, ended up where Quin had wanted him all along—sprawled in his lap.
They barely broke apart but to let Quin breathe. It was like being a teenager all over again, when making out was the aim and nothing more. Quin couldn’t ignore his throbbing cock, but it came secondary to the feel of Kit’s lips and tongue. When Kit made a needy little noise, Quin had to stop them. He didn’t want to go any further until they’d gone on a date. Kit deserved that much.
“After the full moon,” Quin said, drawing back and meeting Kit’s eyes. “I’m taking you on a date, and then we can do more. If you’re up for it.”
Kit nodded. He was flushed, his cheeks an irresistible pale pink. “Okay.” He tilted his head slightly, curly hair flopping to the side. “One thing to know about…uh, doingmore.”
“Oh?”
“Vampires need to feed before we can”—Kit looked down at his crotch and then back up—“react. Down there.”
Given that Quin could feel the evidence of Kit’s arousal bumping against his own where they were pressed close together, he knew what he meant. “Makes sense. I’ll gladly offer my neck whenever there’s a need.”
“As long as you can still get it up too.”
