Had Riley been aware of the hungry noises he’d made while fingering Seth open? The little grunts and murmurs of appreciation, like getting his fingers into Seth was some sort of gift for the ages?
And now Riley wanted more.
That was fine. Seth did too. And as Riley sucked on that tender spot beneath Seth’s ear, Seth opened his mouth to tell Riley to stop teasing and give him exactly what he craved.
But before he could, Riley finally lifted his head from Seth’s neck, and Seth saw it.
The curtains in the room were drawn, their surroundings dim even with the daylight outside, but Seth could still make out the Not-Riley of it all. Black eyes. Fangs.
Seth tensed, his gasp of surprise covered by Not-Riley’s deep,approving hum. Like Seth had been pleasing him, lying there pliant and soft and willing while he tortured Seth’s neck.
Was—was this allowed? Riley was touching him, but it was theotherRiley, and he clearly planned for more than touching. He was equally naked and hard against Seth’s hip, rubbing against Seth in a way that made his intentions unmistakable.
Sure, Not-Riley had taken over for a second there while they’d been boning, but he hadn’tinitiatedanything. Was this different? Worse somehow?
But the vampire part of Riley was still a part of Riley. That was what Riley had said. Even if it was disjointed and separate in a way it wasn’t supposed to be. So notNot-Riley, but…Vampire Riley. Or just…Riley.
Seth reached up and cupped Riley’s jaw, trying to gain some insight by staring into those black eyes. He pressed a thumb to one of Riley’s sharp fangs. “You want me too, hm?”
The rubbing continued, except for now Riley shifted the angle of his hips so that their hard cocks were rubbing together.
Seth shivered with the new, delicious pressure against his hardening dick.
That seemed to be an affirmative.
“I hear you made things pretty rough for Riley growing up.” A blink of those black eyes. Seth pressed the other fang, keeping away from the sharp tip. “But you were hungry, weren’t you? Hungry and trapped in a body too young for you.”
Black eyes drifted closed, as if to savor Seth’s touch. Were his fangs sensitive? Did it feel as good to sink them into Seth’s skin as it felt to receive their bite? Riley opened his eyes slowly and then treated Seth to another determined rock of his hips.
Seth licked his lips. “Should I let you?”
It was hard to admit to himself how much he wanted to. How much he was drawn to this other side of his sweet friend. But how could he not be? It was like seeing all the alarming intensity inRiley’s nature distilled into an even higher potency. The kind of presence that had Seth’s hair standing up, the kind that made him hyperaware of every one of his breaths, his movements. The kind that shouldn’t have been erotic but really, really was.
Riley spoke, his voice that deeper, rougher version of himself. “Not. First.”
It took Seth a minute—it was hard to think clearly with this unspoken, slow frotting happening—but he got there eventually. “You mean I already gave Riley this first?”
Riley nodded.
“And now it’s your turn?”
Riley nodded again.
Seth laughed in disbelief. “Jesus, that’s presumptuous.”
Riley ducked his head back into Seth’s neck, and one of his fangs grazed the tender skin there. He did it with enough pressure to draw a bit of blood, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight down Seth’s spine. He was leaking precum now, the slick substance easing the glide between their cocks.
And then Riley huffed and licked the blood off Seth’s neck, soothing the sting.
He lifted his head, staring down at Seth with a new quirk to his lips.
For a creature so hungry, the gesture was surprisingly…playful. Like something the other Riley might do.
Seth, for his part, had no idea what the hell he was doing. And without the benefit of knowledge, he needed to go with instinct.
This part of Riley had been…squashed down over the years. Riley had been fighting himself—fighting this part of himself—for obvious and probably valid reasons, given his age for most of it.
But maybe that was why the voice squashed Riley down in turn. A form of protection or a form of retaliation—either would make sense. But whatever the reason, Riley was older now, and both sides of him needed to get their acts together. He didn’t needto be separate anymore, and the fractures in his nature were hurting him.
