“Let me—” Spencer broke off with a hiss, having half a mind to get up, to get out of his clothes, but Takoma had other ideas.
He grabbed one of Spencer’s hands with his, pulling it over his head and pressing it into the cushion. “I want you to stay like this.”
The challenging look in Takoma’s eyes had Spencer both wanting to shove him off the couch and to obey. But he kind of liked where he was, so he only flexed his fingers and tongued at his no-longer-bleeding bottom lip. “Will you make it worth my while?”
Takoma’s smile was slow and full of promise. “Only if you do as you’re told.”
Spencer pressed his knee harder into Takoma’s ribs, toes curling in his boots. He could do that if it got him what he wanted. “Yeah, all right.”
When Takoma grabbed his other wrist, Spencer didn’t fight him. He let the master vampire pin his wrists together over his head, the cushion dipping a little from the pressure. Takoma’s grip wasn’t bruising, but it was strong enough that Spencer knew he couldn’t break it. There was something to be said for supernatural strength.
Takoma’s hand left his cock, and Spencer lifted his hips without thinking, searching for touch. Spencer watched through half-lidded eyes as Takoma undid his own dress pants to free his cock. He pulled out a packet of lube from his pocket, and Spencer couldn’t quite stop the breathless laugh that escaped him.
“What if I had said no to tonight?” Spencer asked as Takoma easily tore it open with his fangs.
“I knew you wouldn’t,” Takoma said with a confidence that made Spencer push his foot against the floor so he could better grind up against him. Takoma pinned him to the couch before he could get very far and leaned over him. “Stay where I put you.”
Spencer’s jaw twitched, and he nearly bit his tongue, shivering at the gravelly tone in Takoma’s voice. He thought about testing Takoma’s patience, but really, he wanted to get off. So Spencer went limp on the couch, not fighting in any way, and the pleased glint in Takoma’s dark eyes was worth it.
What was even better was when Takoma got his hand around Spencer’s cock, stroking upward with cool, slick fingers, thumbnail pressing into the skin beneath the head. He tilted his head back, eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed the feel of someone else’s hand on his cock.
“Going to fuck me?” Spencer murmured.
Takoma licked a stripe up his throat, the ghost of his breath cool against Spencer’s skin as he spoke. “Some other night. Consider it something to look forward to.”
“Better hope I don’t solve this case before then.”
Sharp fangs scraped against the edge of Spencer’s jaw before Takoma found his mouth, stealing a kiss. “Then perhaps I’ll fuck you when you do. Incentive, if you will.”
Spencer let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan when Takoma pressed his fangs gently against the pulse in his throat. He didn’t break skin, but the intent was there. Spencer swallowed, throat bobbing against the press of Takoma’s mouth, and he licked his lips. “My blood isn’t good for you.”
“I’d still like to taste you.”
Who could say no to that?
“Sure,” Spencer got out in a strangled voice as Takoma shoved his legs beneath Spencer’s thighs.
“Good.”
It was easy to get lost in the feel of Takoma’s hands and mouth. The master vampire ran cooler than Spencer, but his touch left Spencer burning up anyway. Takoma kept Spencer’s hands pinned over his head while he sucked a bruise over his throat, tonguing at the pulse thrumming there.
Spencer tried his best not to move but he couldn’t help the way his hips jerked when Takoma settled more firmly on top of him, taking both their cocks in hand. The pull of Takoma’s hand made Spencer want to follow it, made him want to arch into the touch. Takoma only laughed at his neediness, rolling his hips against Spencer, providing pressure with the friction.
“You look good underneath me,” Takoma murmured against his throat, dragging sharp fangs against blood-hot, bruised skin.
“Bet I’d look better getting off,” Spencer panted, fingers curled into tight fists.
“Is that what you want?”
Another drag of tight fingers, their cocks rubbing against each other, had him practically drooling. “I want you.”
It wasn’t the smart thing, but when it came to wanting things, well, Spencer wasn’t the best in that regard. But Takoma was here with him, blocking out the world as they kissed, hands holding on to him when too many others in Spencer’s life had seen fit to let go.
Lips dragged over his jaw, down his throat, fangs pressing into skin again. Only this time, the pressure didn’t stop, and Spencer choked on a shout when those jagged edges cut through skin to draw blood. He couldfeelTakoma swallowing, fangs piercing deep, and the sensation, paired with the pleasure of a hand on his cock, tipped Spencer over that edge he’d been skirting against. He arched against Takoma as he came with a ragged cry, heels digging against the floor and couch cushion, searching for any leverage he could to help him chase that feeling.
He blinked dazedly up at the ceiling, panting for breath as Takoma continued to feed at his throat, and the heat in his gut pooled outward, leaving him shivering. He flexed his fingers slowly, Takoma’s hand still tight around his wrists. Spencer knew he’d have bruises there to match the one on his throat. Explaining them away would be difficult, but that was a problem for tomorrow.
Spencer closed his eyes, sighing softly when Takoma finally pried his fangs from his throat. He licked at the surface wound until it slowly went numb from whatever chemicals were released in Takoma’s saliva as he fed, the bleeding stopping. Spencer shivered at the sensation of kitten-licks as Takoma cleaned up the blood on his throat.
