Quintus released his legs, letting them fall to either side of him and started grabbing at Scott’s shoulders. He glided his tongue back down his shaft and his balls, licking Quintus’s perineum and then back up again pleasuring the head of his lover’s cock.
Slowly, Scott moved his hands down, separated Quintus’s ass cheeks, and started rubbing at his moist hole. He was so wet, his omega slick already soaking Scott’s fingers. He slowly inserted a finger, and stopped as the tightness around it alerted him to something important. He raised his gaze to look at Quintus’s face. He was about to pull away when Quintus’s butt cheeks clamped down on his hand.
“Please,” Quintus begged. “Don’t stop.”
“But…”
“I want you to be my first.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Quintus answered.
Scott stared at his lover and weighed his options on what he was going to do. He didn’t mind taking Quintus’s virginity, but he also wasn’t sure it was the right time.
“I won’t take your virginity tonight. But I will not leave you hanging either.”
“Promise me you will be my first?”
“Why do you want it to be me?” Scott wasn’t sure why he was asking, but deep down he felt he needed to know.
“Because…I want it to be you. Isn’t that enough?”
“No, it’s not. And until you can tell me why it must be me, my cock will not enter you.”
“But…”
“Shhh…hush, pretty kitty. I said my cock. There is more than one way to make you fly.”
And to prove it, Scott moved his finger in and out, brushing over Quintus’s prostate and pulling cries of pleasure from him. Scott watched every expression the man made. When Quintus’s muscles relaxed, Scott pushed another finger in, slowly stretching his lover’s hole.
The look of pleasure on Quintus’s face almost made him want to go back on his word and take the man that night, but he’d always prided himself on his morals and restrained himself. But he knew he wanted Quintus, as well as his virginity. But it would have to wait. Instead, he focused on bringing them both pleasure in other ways. As he pushed another finger inside his lover, he reached down with his free hand and jerked his cock.
Quintus fucked his fingers as Scott fucked his hand—beads of precum oozed from his cock. Scott licked his lips, wanting to taste the other man’s blood. It had never happened before—the need and desire to taste a lover’s blood.
To stop himself, Scott bit hard on his tongue and imagininghe was sinking his fangs into Quintus’s beautiful, tan skin and letting his blood nourish him. The thought had cum spurting from his cock, just as Quintus called out his name and hot liquid hit his face. After a few moments, Scott opened his eyes and licked the cum from his cheek, letting it mix with his blood. He moaned, unable to hold it back.
Divine, the man is simply divine.
Slowly, he removed his fingers from Quintus’s ass and released his cock. He looked around for something to clean his hands, but all he could find was his shirt. Not caring, he picked it up and cleaned them both up. The pleasurable purrs coming from Quintus was music to his ears.
Throwing his shirt to the ground, he joined his sexy kitty on the bed and pulled him in his arms. Instead of kissing him on the lips, he kissed him gently on his forehead. Sharing his blood would mean something else, and he was sure they were both not ready for things to go that far.
“Thank you,” Quintus purred, as he rubbed himself against Scott.
“Why are you thanking me? I wanted this as much as you did.”
“Scott, shut up, and hold me.”
Scott smiled. “So bossy. Maybe I will spank you after all.”
“Let’s put it on the calendar for tomorrow,” he said between yawns and purrs. “Right now, I want to fall asleep with you holding me.”
Scott kissed him once more on the forehead. “As you wish.”
It didn’t take long for Quintus to fall asleep. Scott stayed up a bit longer listening to his breathing. He was going to leave, but the thought of leaving the man in his arms felt wrong. Instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed, letting Quintus’s breathing send him off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
