Apollo pressed up against his back, full-on heat contact, and Blaz thought for a minute his knees would buckle.
Fuck. Ing. Hell.
Oh, not to worry, though. That damn angel banded one arm around him, keeping him off the floor as he backed them both into the room across the way.
No sooner had they stepped into the darkened space when Blaz spun around and slammed the angel into the wall, their mouths crushing together. Heat pierced every molecule as the doc’s tongue thrust against his.
Fuck, he tasted good. Like mint. And sex.
Heaven help him.
What was it about this damn male that undid him? He didn’t understand it. For two hundred seventy-nine years, Blaz had never let another male get to him like this. Then again, his body had never reacted quite to this extreme, either. It was as though there was some magnetic force bringing them together. Blaz was the damn magnet and Apollo a piece of sheet metal.
As was always the case, Blaz kept his hands to himself, refusing to give in to the urge to touch. Tasting was enough. If he got his hands on him, God only knew how far he’d take it.
Granted, Apollo didn’t seem to have the same problem. His big hands were gentle yet firm as they pushed beneath Blaz’s T-shirt. Apollo’s fingers spread wide as he spanned his stomach, his chest, back down, around. When Apollo cupped his ass and jerked him forward, Blaz groaned low in his throat. The kiss was brutal, and there was no doubt his lips would be bruised when this was over, but he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop.
“Touch me,” Apollo demanded.
“No.”
As though daring him to stop him, the healer reached for the button on Blaz’s jeans. Their mouths separated so Blaz could watch what he was doing. Even in the nearly pitch-black space, he could see clearly, watching as those deft fingers released the button then the zipper. When Apollo thrust his hands into his pants, Blaz groaned again.
“Fuck,” he hissed, turning so his back was to the door. Otherwise, he would’ve been a puddle on the floor.
That big hand curled around his cock, stroking oh so gently. The male was fucking with him, no doubt about it. Be that as it may, Blaz didn’t even think to stop him.
Apollo worked him up, down, up, down. Enough friction to make his head spin, but not nearly enough to send him over.
As Blaz focused on breathing, he let his head fall back against the wall, the sensations consuming him, overwhelming.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Apollo rasped, his voice a dark rumble against Blaz’s ear.
“Never gonna happen,” he bit out, though he knew it for the lie it was.
The healer chuckled softly, and then in one swift move, he spun Blaz around, his chest crashing into the door. Apollo’s hand never stopped moving on his cock, stroking firmly, confidently.
He felt Apollo’s body against his, a delicious weight that held him in place while the male worked him closer to orgasm.
“It’ll happen,” Apollo stated, his lips brushing Blaz’s earlobe. “Don’t doubt that for a second.”
Blaz placed his palms on the wall and pushed back against the heavy weight holding him. He made no attempt to push Apollo away. No, this was the simple need to be grounded in this moment.
“Fuck,” he cried out, his cock twitching and pulsing as his release neared.
“Come for me,” the healer demanded. “Let go for me, Blaz.”
He wanted to refuse Apollo for the sake of it, but even he knew that wasn’t possible. He wanted this too much even if he had no room in his life for this.
The male’s other arm banded around him, sliding up his shirt, his palm splayed flat. It was the warmth that seared him that did him in. Well, that and the amazingly good hand job the doc was giving him.
His hips bucked, driving his erection into that fist, and a second later, he was flying, his body bursting apart as his cock kicked hard. Thank fuck for the male holding him up, because Blaz’s knees buckled from the pure pleasure that pierced him from head to toe.
When it was over, he couldn’t move. That didn’t seem to matter, because Apollo was holding him there, his arms firmly wrapped around him as though he’d known what would happen.
“One of these days…” Apollo whispered, his lips trailing down to his neck.
For a brief moment, Blaz felt the scrape of Apollo’s fangs, and a strange sensation washed over him. He wanted to know what those would feel like piercing his vein. He’d never fed another soul in his life, never planned on it. But right here, right now … he almost wished it so.
