Takoma lifted his head, dark eyes all black pupil when he met Spencer’s gaze. Cool hands skated down his ribs beneath his open shirt, settling against his waist. Then he shoved Spencer onto the bed with a show of strength that had Spencer bouncing on the mattress when he landed. Propping himself up on both elbows, Spencer watched as Takoma stepped between his splayed legs with a confidence that made him lick his lips.
“Lie back,” Takoma ordered.
Spencer let his elbows slide over the duvet, sprawling across the mattress with his legs hanging off the edge. He watched as Takoma casually stripped him of his shoes and socks, then his belt, tossing them all aside before dragging off his dress pants and underwear. He was left only in the damaged button-down, the fabric draped over his chest and the top of his thighs, framing his half-hard cock, which Takoma ignored.
Takoma retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand before dropping to his knees before Spencer, still in his own clothes. He slid his cool hands up and down the inside of Spencer’s thighs, sharp nails scraping over sensitive skin. Spencer shivered, muscles jerking at the touch, but he didn’t fight it when Takoma slid his hands higher to grab Spencer’s waist and drag him to the edge of the bed. His shirt rucked up a little around his shoulders from the motion, but he hardly noticed, not with Takoma’s hands on him.
Takoma gripped the underside of his thighs and pushed his legs up, keeping them spread as he leaned down and licked over his hole. Spencer let out a garbled, high-pitched sound, hips lifting off the bed as one hand shot out to tangle in Takoma’s hair. The master vampire tightened his grip on Spencer’s thighs until his muscles throbbed, keeping him in place with bruising strength.
“Hands over your head,” Takoma said, breath ghosting over sensitive skin. “I want you to keep them there.”
Spencer unclenched his fingers from Takoma’s hair, the silky strands sliding free as he raised his arms over his head. His sleeves pulled a little from the motion, buttoned-up cuffs digging into his wrists as he gripped the duvet with shaking fingers.
He couldfeelTakoma’s smirk between his legs, pressed against his body. “Good boy.”
Spencer couldn’t fight the full-body jerk those words caused, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds as Takoma gave a slow, broad lick over his hole, then did it again. The cool wetness of his tongue slipping inside made Spencer whine, legs jerking, wanting to close, but Takoma tightened his grip fractionally, keeping him in place. Spencer drew in a shaky breath, fingers twisting in the duvet as he pressed his shoulders against the bed while Takoma ignored his cock in lieu of eating him out.
He used his tongue, the coolness of his touch different from a human’s, but the effort resulted in the same thing—driving Spencer out of his mind. His cock throbbed where it rested against his stomach, precum pooling beneath the head, neglected while Takoma’s mouth was occupied. Eventually, Takoma pushed his left leg up higher, knee going nearly to his chest, opening him up even more.
“Hold your knees and don’t let go,” Takoma ordered, voice a little muffled.
Somehow, Spencer managed to force one hand to let go of the duvet and hook his fingers underneath the bend of his knee. He bit his lip as Takoma trailed his fingers down his thigh before pulling away. Moments later, Takoma’s tongue was replaced with a slick finger, sliding in to the first knuckle. Spencer clenched his teeth against the whine crawling up his throat, stupidly needy, fingers digging into his leg.
“I want to hear you,” Takoma said, turning his head to nip at Spencer’s inner thigh with his fangs. They cut a scratch; Spencer felt the distant sting of it, but it was easily ignored when Takoma licked over it.
“Yeah?” Spencer gasped out. “Well, I want you to—”
He broke off with a shout as Takoma curled his finger, searching and finding his prostate in a matter of seconds to rub over it with hard pressure. He nearly bit his tongue as a jolt of pleasure shot through him, panting for breath.
Another finger joined the second, and Spencer tossed his head back at the stretch, clenching around them. He didn’t choke back the moan this time when both of Takoma’s fingers started massaging his prostate, tongue licking at his rim. He shuddered as the pressure of Takoma’s fingers inside him increased, met on the outside by the thumb that pushed down just right, making his eyes water a little.
Spencer moaned again, hips jerking as he tried to pull away from the overwhelming pressure from Takoma’s fingers. But Takoma didn’t let up, just let Spencer grind against his face, unable to get away from the heat building in his gut, cock throbbing with the unrelenting need to come. It built and built into something he couldn’t escape as Takoma kept massaging his prostate inside and out with a single-minded focus.
“Takoma,” Spencer got out in a strangled gasp, not knowing if he meant it as a plea for more or a cry for mercy.
“I said I wanted to hear you.”
He didn’t realize until his orgasm crashed through him that Takoma had meant he’d wanted to hear Spencerscream. He couldn’t stop the wrench of his voice filling the room as he came, body shuddering over and over again as pleasure ripped through him so hard it hurt. Takoma’s fingers didn’t stop moving, pressing and pressing andpressingit out of him until his jaw worked soundlessly around words he couldn’t speak. His fingers shook where they gripped his knee and the duvet, entire body shivering as sweat cooled on his skin. He stared dazedly up at the ceiling, barely aware of the cum drying on his stomach, of the way he felt bruised inside by Takoma’s touch.
“I can’t—” he managed to get out, blinking tears out of his eyes as Takoma’s fingers kepttouching him.
Takoma laughed softly, tongue licking around where his fingers were still buried inside Spencer. “You will.”
He parted his lips, chest heaving, the shirt he wore sticking to his skin from sweat. “Takoma—”
“You want to be good for me, don’t you?” Spencer closed his eyes, breathing sharply through his nose at those words, and couldn’t stop the way his head jerked into a nod. “So keep being good.”
Andbeing goodmeant letting Takoma stay kneeling between his legs, fingers never retreating, always pressing and rubbing and tapping against his prostate through the shivering aftermath of his orgasm. And it hurt, it hurt so good, the minutes stretching out longer and longer until he lost track of time, only knowing too much must have passed by the ache in his hips and thighs from staying in one position for so long.
The buzz of pleasure-pain washed through him, leaving everything hazy as Takoma worked him back to hardness with methodical patience. The bruised ache from the healing bite wounds on his throat was echoed beneath Takoma’s fingers, sore and hurting when Takoma finally pulled his fingers free. The absence of pressure was almost enough to tip him over the edge again, but cool fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, keeping him in check.
Spencer stared muzzily up at Takoma, tongue feeling swollen in his mouth when the master vampire leaned down to kiss him, and he didn’t care about the taste. He returned the kiss clumsily, gasping into it when Takoma tugged his hand from his knee, letting his legs fall over the edge of the bed. The stiffness he’d been feeling stretched out, and he breathed into the release of it as Takoma pulled back, letting him go.
Spencer didn’t move as Takoma shed his clothes, revealing a muscular body he wanted desperately to touch, but he kept his hands where they were. Takoma stared down at Spencer with a half-lidded gaze that was all proprietary, one hand idly stroking his large, thick cock. Spencer swallowed, feeling more exposed like this than when Takoma’s mouth had licked him open.
He licked his lips, breath stuttering in his chest as his fingers twitched. Then Takoma was leaning in close, dragging him farther up the bed and manhandling him with a strength that made him groan. Arms hooked under his knees, lifting his legs again, an ache twinging through his muscles as Takoma pushed them nearly to his chest. Takoma bent down to bite at his bottom lip, making it bleed.
“Still want to be good for me?” Takoma asked, voice gone low and rough, the tone echoed in the hard grip of his hands on Spencer’s ass.
