Quin grinned, as bright as the moon on the clearest of nights, before it morphed into a look of frustration. “Oh wait, shit, I left the lube upstairs.”
“Give me two seconds,” Kit said, then ran upstairs. He threw off the little clothing he had on, all of it landing nowhere in particular. He grabbed the lube and, instead of bringing it back downstairs, poured some onto his fingers and made about prepping himself. Just enough, and no more. He wanted to feel it.
“That was not two seconds,” Quin complained when Kit returned to the room. “I almost had to take care of myself.”
Kit put a sway in his step as he approached, trying for sexy. The sound of Quin’s quickening heartbeat told him he’d succeeded. “Figured I’d speed things up a bit, Daddy.”
“Speed things up? Oh,” Quin said, realisation dawning in his eyes. “Well, in that case, hop on.”
“I will not behopping on, because your dick is not a bus.”
“And yet, you’re about to ride it,” Quin said, teeth flashing in a grin.
Kit rolled his eyes but climbed onto Quin’s lap. “You know you don’t have to tell dad jokes to be a Daddy, right?”
“No, but it helps.”
Kit braced himself over Quin, knees on either side of his parted thighs. Quin had shoved his sweatpants and boxer briefs down, but only far enough for his cock to poke out. He hadn’t even taken his T-shirt off. The contrast was exhilarating.
Quin sat back, letting Kit set the pace. Kit grasped Quin’s cock, guiding it to his hole. Quin was so large that it burned the entire way as Kit sank down, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.
Quin hadn’t moved a muscle, still lying with his arms draped across the top of the sofa. The only obvious tell that he was holding himself back was his racing heart.
Kit put both of his hands on Quin’s shoulders, balancing as he adjusted to the position. It always felt so much deeper like this. Physically, but emotionally, too. Face to face and almost of a height, Kit couldn’t hide any of his reactions. He didn’t want to, either. The avid way that Quin studied his face as Kit settled himself was a reward in itself. To be the sole focus of Quin’s attention was beyond gratifying. Kit didn’t consider himself to be an overly vain person, but there was something to be said about being the subject of such blatant, unrestrained desire. He played up to it, throwing his head back as he rose on Quin’s lapuntil the crown of Quin’s cock tugged at his rim. With exquisite slowness, he lowered again, eliciting a groan from Quin.
Kit let his fangs scrape against his lower lip, tasting his own blood.
“Oh, baby boy,” Quin said. “You’re torturing me.”
Kit grinned up at the ceiling. He continued undulating himself on Quin’s lap, taking what he wanted. He gasped as he angled himself just right for Quin’s cock to drag right across his prostate.
“You’re driving me insane,” Quin groaned. The sofa creaked as Quin’s hands flexed.
“That’s the idea.”
“Evil little vampire,” Quin said fondly.
Kit looked at Quin, flashing his teeth. “I want to bite you now, Daddy.”
Quin tilted his head to the side in offering. Kit didn’t wait for further invitation, diving right in. He sank his teeth into the flesh where Quin’s shoulder met his neck, the taste of Quin’s blood hitting his tongue in a satisfying spurt.
Rich and decadent, even a few drops would nourish Kit down to his soul. But Quin would allow Kit to take as much as he needed.
Kit was only aware of two things in that moment: the taste of Quin, and the feel of Quin’s cock in his arse. Quin was filling him at both ends, in the best of ways.
Quin’s arms went around Kit, one circling his waist and pressing their bodies tight together, and the other hand cradling the back of Kit’s head. Fingers tangled in Kit’s curls, but there was no painful tugging, just their steady presence. The perfect rub of their bodies—Quin’s hairy chest against Kit’s hairless torso, Kit’s slender legs against Quin’s thick thighs—had them so close that nothing could ever come between them.
“Why is it so good when you bite me?” Quin murmured.
Kit pulled his mouth from Quin’s skin, lapping at the incisions before speaking. “You’re a bit of a pain slut?”
Quin huffed. “I don’t think so.”
Kit drew a taloned finger around one of Quin’s nipples, Quin squirming under the attention. Kit pressed his nail in harder, watching Quin’s face all the while. Quin’s breathing sped up and his heart beat faster, but he didn’t ask Kit to cease. There was something about challenging Quin that was irresistible to Kit. He’d never been able to explore like this before, to test his or his partner’s limits with no fear of repercussions.
“Kit, baby,” Quin warned when Kit almost broke the skin. “I think you’ve spilled quite enough of my blood today.”
Kit raised an eyebrow. “Tell me to stop.”
