It didn’t take long before Sawyer did as he’d asked, his cock spurting thick stripes of come that dripped down Draco’s chest and pooled between them. Draco plunged himself deeper and filled Sawyer’s ass with his own release, pulling Sawyer tight as he shot load after load into his messy hole.
Sawyer collapsed against him, panting for breath and grumbling as Draco continued to swirl his thick cock into him.
“I think you broke him,” Eduard said with a smirk.
“Broke him in,” Draco replied.
Sawyer shoved at him weakly in protest, but Draco simply captured his hand and sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. He sucked on it for a moment before releasing it with a satisfied hum.
“I’m going to get some salve for him. Poor thing’s going to be hurting tomorrow.”
Draco knew he would be, but couldn’t deny that the thought of Sawyer thinking of him every time he moved made his dick twitch eagerly for more. He stroked his hand softly down Sawyer’s back, soothing him even as his breaths deepened and he drifted to sleep.
Henry
Henry seriously considered going upstairs with Draco after they worked on the wards. He was pretty sure some serious sexy times were about to happen, but he really wanted to find Andvari and find out if what Draco said was true. Well, that wasn’t entirely honest. He knew what Draco said was true. What he wanted to find out was Andvari’s side of the story.
But first, he desperately needed to get cleaned up. He had some workout gear stored in the gym, and they had a shower down there, too. He’d get the wet and sticky come out of his shorts, change clothes, then face Andvari and demand some answers.
It was a fantastic plan. Which would have been even more fantastic if Andvari weren’t in the gym doing some of his fancy maneuvers. The man moved like sin, his body sliding from one motion to the next. He’d said it was the vampire equivalent of a martial art. Henry had even learned a few of the movements before he became too annoyed with Andvari to spend any length of time with him.
Part of Henry wanted to back away, but he couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. Andvari had removed his shirt, and his body glistened with sweat. Henry hadn’t even known vampirescouldsweat until he met Andvari. He hadn’t known a lot of things actually. Still didn’t, apparently.
Instead of taking the coward’s way out, Henry stomped forward and placed himself right in the path of Andi’s next move. He knew the amount of control he had, and didn’t doubt for a second that he’d be able to stop. With millimeters to spare, Andi’s fist settled in the air beside Henry’s face.
“Yes?” His tone dripped, but Henry tried to see through it to the hurt beneath. If Draco was right…
“I want to talk to you. So prepare yourself and finish your routine. Meditate. Whatever you’ve gotta do to sit down and have a conversation without either of us storming away. I’m going to go shower. If you’re not here when I get back, I’m calling my uncle.”
It was the biggest threat he had, and one that usually worked.
Andvari simply frowned and as Henry backed away, he continued his practice as if Henry hadn’t just broken his stride. Henry spun on his heel and stomped into the attached bathroom. It was the most utilitarian space in the house, without the bells and whistles Eduard had put into most of the other rooms. Andi was all over the space, because he’d been the one to explain what he most needed.
They’d probably had a thousand conversations about the house in the beginning, when Henry’s visions were starting to take form. He’d already had basic sketches when Eduard and Andvari arrived, but he’d been making them casually, trying to dissect their meaning without realizing what exactly they were.
Henry snagged a pair of his old shorts and a tank top from the armoire in the corner and carried them into the bathroom. He took his time rinsing away his release, only slightly embarrassed that Draco had made him come in his pants. Learning that extra bit of magic? Well, that had made it worth it.
He cleaned up quickly, then dried off in record time. By the time he’d slipped his clean clothes on, Andvari was sitting on one of the mats against the wall with one leg pulled up and the other stretched out in front of him.
Henry sat down across from him, nudging Andi’s foot aside so he could sit closer. He decided to just dive in and rip the band aid off the wound. “Why are you such a jerk to me?”
Andvari blinked then arched a brow. “I’m not.”
“Oh, don’t give me that bull crap. You’ve been hard on me since day one and you know it, acting like you’re my boss or something. You aren’t, you know.”
Andvari scowled. “I never said I was.”
“Well, you act like it.”
He made a low growling sound but didn’t deny it.
“Okay, now that we’ve got that established, I also know that you aren’t my boss. But I’m willing to concede that you were just trying to help me the only way you knew how. And that I probably rushed to judgment because I really hate being treated like I’m some helpless victim. I haven’t been helpless since I was eleven years old and I refuse to be treated that way now.”
Andvari nudged his foot against Henry’s leg, almost offering comfort, however awkwardly it was given.
“Why eleven?” Andvari asked.
Henry sighed. “That’s when my dads found me. Before that, I’d been kidnapped, my birth parents murdered, and I was held captive for we don’t know how long while some stranger tried to drain our magic. Good times.”
