“Wrap your legs around me.”
Quintus did as he was told, and with his vampire speed, he had them upstairs and in the bedroom before the cheetah could blink.
“Tell me you don’t fuck as fast as you run,” Quintus said.
Scott smirked. “Oh no, kitty. I like to take my sweet time.”
“Thank the gods. I’d be sorely disappointed if you were a dine and dash kind of guy.”
“Never. I like to eat and savor a delicious meal.”
“A vampire after my own heart,” Quintus said.
“No more talking,” Scott said.
“Yes, sir,” Quintus whispered, and for the first time in a long time, Scott felt the dominant inside of him rise up.
How easily I remember what I love about having a submissive partner.
“Don’t call me sir. Not when you don’t know what it means to me.”
“Then teach me to mean it,” Quintus told him.
“I’m not sure you know how to behave.”
Quintus smirked. “It’s your job to teach me.”
Scott peered at Quintus to see how serious he was. Scott didn’t play at being a dominant. He lived it. Granted, it has been a long while since he’d had a submissive, but slipping back into his dominant role came easy to him.
“For tonight we’ll take baby steps,” Scott told him. “But I want you to do your research, and then we’ll talk about everything else...if tonight is not a one-time thing.” Quintus went to speak, but Scott stopped him. “Tonight, we’re just Scott and Quintus. When you’re ready for the Dominant and Submissive relationship, come to me. If you don’t, no hard feelings.” Quintus bit on his bottom lip and nodded. “Good. No more talking.”
Scott claimed his lips and slowly carried him to the bed. Quintus sighed against his mouth when his back touched the crisp sheets beneath him. Quintus's legs tightened around Scott's waist, pulling him down on top of him. Scott groaned in delight when his cock came in contact with Quintus's erection.
He reached in between them, slipping his hand into Quintus's sleep pants and palming his hard, weeping cock. His fingers rubbed against Quintus's balls. Each time he dipped lower, Scott would lightly graze his thumb against the cheetah’s perineum before rubbing against his wet hole.
"Oh, Scott," Quintus breathed against his mouth. His legs widened, giving Scott more access to his asshole. "So long...need..."
Scott hummed, knowing exactly what Quintus needed. But he wasn't ready to give it to him, not yet. Scott loved bringing his partners to the edge ofpetite mortthen pulling them back. He enjoyed hearing their frustrated moans and their desperate need to cum. Their begging was like music to his ears as he tortured them with pleasure.
Scott kissed his way down Quintus's body while pulling down his sleep pants with his free hand. Once they were fully off, Scott threw them to the floor. Reluctantly, he released Quintus's cock and let his hand glide up and down the man’s muscled, toned legs. Quintus had lust in his gold eyes, they were sparkling like nuggets waiting to be picked.
"Pull your legs to your chest and hold them there," Scott instructed as he stood and took off his shirt. He smiled, letting the roped veins in his arms pulsate as Quintus’s hungry gaze ate him up. “Hungry, kitty?”
“Yes, now feed me.”
“Not yet,” Scott said, unbuttoning his jeans and letting his hard cock loose. Pushing his jeans down, he let them fall to the floor, kicking them to the side. He went to his knees and grabbed Quintus’s waist, pulling him forward and was eye level with his ass. “You’re not hungry enough for me.”
He sucked Quintus’s balls into his mouth, stopping any comebacks the man might have had.
His lover’s hips jerked up, and he wailed in pleasure.
Yes.
Give me more.
Scott licked his way up Quintus’s shaft—licking then dipping the tip of his tongue into the piss hole. He could feel his lover’s body quivering under his fingers, and knew the man was close to coming. But it was only the beginning.
How long has it been since Quintus had a lover?
