True, Riley had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but Seth would tell him, wouldn’t he? He’d be good at it too. He was warm and kind and encouraging by nature, and he’d tell Riley exactly what came next, just like he’d shown Riley how to kiss him.
Riley’s fangs dropped as his cock throbbed in his hold.
And maybe, just maybe, Riley could sink his teeth into Seth’s soft skin. Vampire bites felt good to humans. Arousing, even. So even if Riley was inept and clumsy, a bite would help smooth things over. He could close his mouth around Seth’s throat, or maybe his inner thigh, and taste what flowed through those veins. Riley could be careful, couldn’t he?
The voice inside him stirred, intrigued by the direction of his thoughts. Riley’s hand went faster. He hadn’t bothered with lotion, and his touch was dry and bordering on painful, but he couldn’t bring himself to reach for anything to ease the glide. He just needed to take the edge off this want. This yearning. So that next time Riley saw Seth, he could be good for him again.
Fuck. Riley wished Seth were here now. Wished he was breathing Seth in. Wished Seth had those perfect calloused fingers all over Riley’s cock.
Maybe he’d use more than his fingers. Maybe he’d use that perfect, smiling mouth.
Hold still and part your lips for me.
Riley’s back arched, his balls drawing up tight, and then he was coming into his fist with a ragged groan.
He sat there silent for a few long moments, then grabbed a tissue from the closest bookshelf and cleaned himself up, making a face at the sticky mess.
It wasn’t very satisfying, was it? All this pathetic masturbation. Would it be more satisfying if it was Seth’s hand Riley had finished in? Or maybe that mouth he’d been picturing? Or that hole Riley was supposedly so hungry to devour?
Riley’s spent cock twitched again, and he frowned down at it,buttoning his jeans back up before he could be tempted to touch it. He tossed his head back with an aggrieved groan.
Maybe Riley should be grateful attraction hadn’t been a big part of his life before now. He really didn’t seem to have much patience for it at all.
8
SETH
Seth spent his day off in a horny, shameful daze.
What. The hell. Had he. Been.Thinking?
Well, he knew what he’d been thinking. He’d been thinking that an earnest, gorgeous boy had been asking Seth to be his first kiss and that it would have taken buckets more self-control than Seth had ever possessed in his life to say no.
But he’d meant it to be…quick. Simple. A generous peck, perhaps. Soft lips and no tongue. Definitely not making out and grinding on the couch like Seth had reverted back to teendom himself.
But then Riley had pounced. Again. Only this time he hadn’t been attacking Seth in his driveway with his freaky panther ways. He’d been attacking Seth’s mouth with his freaking panthertongue. And it had been sloppy and a little clumsy and still hotter than it should have been, and Seth had just wanted toshowhim how it was done.
He hadn’t realized how quickly Riley would learn, was all.
Seth should have. He really should have. Riley was too damned observant, and Seth knew that very, very well. He should have realized Riley would take to kissing like a duck to lascivious waters.
Riley had copied Seth’s demonstration perfectly, and then he’d seemed to make it a personal mission to find out every single move that might make Seth whimper and moan.
Seth paused on the trail he’d been trudging along, pressing his hands to his overheated cheeks as he leaned against a tree. He was out of breath far beyond what he should have been for the turtle-slow jog he’d been running. All it ever took was a week off from putting his paces in to feel like he’d never run a mile in his life.
There were birds twittering around him, apparently as grateful as Seth was for a break in the rain. Although, overall, there was less wildlife than Seth might have expected. He could have sworn there had been more squirrels running around here when he’d first moved here. Maybe they migrated in the winter.
Yes, dummy, that’s what your main concern should be right now: the local squirrel population.
Seth scowled down at his feet. It was better to think about long-tailed rodents than about that kiss. About the way Seth had let Riley press him down to the couch and cover Seth with his body. The way Seth had beenthisclose to letting Riley do whatever else he’d wanted.
How many more of his firsts would Riley have wanted Seth to take?
Seth already knew the answer, somewhere deep in his bones.
All of them.
Because underneath his loner status, Riley was…sensual. That was the only word for it. Seth could see it in the way he ate and drank, and in the way he carefully ran his fingers along the books he brought into Seth’s bakery. And definitely in the way he watched Seth with not-so-secret, feral intensity.
