Peter’s brows went up.“No.”
“You put on a fucking documentary to put me to sleep.”
“You have never once complained about documentaries.You mentioned you enjoy those that are well made.”
Theodore’s fingers curled against Peter’s shoulders.“You’re going to bite me now, and then you’re going to drink my blood.It’s in the fucking contract you lied about, the one you just happily amended, and you’re now going to deal with the consequences of your continued lie.”
If Peter could’ve loved Theodore any more than he already did, he would have done so now.There was nothing to argue about, there was nothing he could do in this moment without truly giving offense and belittling his beloved.
More than that, Peter didn’t want to argue.He wanted to keep Theodore safe and let him know he was cherished every day of his life.He put a hand on Theodore’s back, cupping his neck with the other.
“Lean forward.”
Theodore turned from demanding to surprised.Once that had passed, he leaned in, his arms wrapping around Peter’s neck much more tightly than normal, as if he needed the nearness, the touch.As if he needed to hold on.Then Theodore relaxed, waiting and ready.
Peter kissed the soft skin on Theodore’s neck before biting down.There was the smallest of gasps in response to his teeth before Theodore went utterly soft and pliable against him.
Peter let the warm blood flow into his mouth, lapping at the wounds.Theodore shivered, either as an aftereffect of the bite or as a result of being this close.Soon enough, he would feel and succumb to the pleasure Peter’s teeth always brought him, and Peter wondered if Theodore had been wanting that more than anything else—the sense of forgetting while being overpowered by the bite.
That didn’t matter, not now that he had asked and meant it, not now that he had invoked a bogus contract when the fear of Peter going elsewhere for blood had gnawed at his thoughts.
He’s jealous after all, just not in the way I thought.
Peter let out a groan of his own, the very thought of Theodore being that demanding of his attention arousing him.
Theodore felt that arousal.At least, Peter suspected that was why he started rubbing up against him, a different tension now running through him.Peter’s hold tightened so that he could remain in control and make sure Theodore didn’t hurt himself.After a few more mouthfuls of blood, Peter bit his own tongue and licked over Theodore’s wounds so that they’d close.He waited for that to happen, then took his time lapping up every drop before he lifted his head, relaxing his hold somewhat.
Theodore took the opening.With heavy-lidded eyes, he grasped aimlessly at Peter’s clothing, moving his hips to get what friction he could, then hunted for Peter’s mouth.Peter let him have his lips, allowed the eagerness of Theodore’s kiss.He was uncoordinated due to the bite, but still skilled enough that it showed, that Peter could feel it in the way his bottom lip was sucked and then nibbled on.
After a few minutes of that, Peter gathered Theodore in his arms and stood.
“I think I should get you to bed.”
“Yeah…” Theodore’s voice drifted off on a whimper when he couldn’t get the buttons on Peter’s shirt open.
Peter let him try.By the time he’d made it up the stairs and to their room, Theodore’s energy had run out, at least as far as undressing went, and all he was doing was pressing his body against Peter’s, the warmth of him a lure similar to Peter’s own bite.
Once Peter had them both undressed, he climbed into bed where Theodore was turning restlessly, fingers grasping.He stilled when he could hold on to Peter and curl against him.Peter dozed off too, but not before breathing deep of Theodore’s smell, tangling their legs, and whispering a dozen I-love-yous into his beloved’s ear.
Chapter 27
Theowoketoanunpleasant sense of exhaustion that seemed to have settled into his every limb.He stretched, feeling the arms that held him, and just before his eyes cracked open, a few joints in his feet popped noisily.
“Ugh.”
“Good morning, Theodore.”Peter sounded wide awake, as per usual, but at least he wasn’t in the kitchen making breakfast already.
“Yeah, morning.”He glanced at Peter, who, disturbingly, gazed back with an expression full of love.
“Did you sleep well, dearest?”
Theo went back to burying his face against Peter’s chest, enjoying the smell of fresh linen, Peter’s scent and warmth, the quiet all around them.“Yeah.What time is it?”
“Oh.I didn’t check.I thought the best thing to do was skip everything we have on our respective schedules for today—except for getting your account set up, of course—and stay inside.Rest.I suspect you’ll not want to miss your first day back at work at Celeste’s, but that’s for later.”
Theo sighed.“You don’t need to—”
“But I do.”
