He nudged the vampire with his toes. “Get into bed, Sorley. I’m still pissed off at you for your earlier blatant lack of sensitivity, but I can overlook that for now in order to get some kip.” He snapped off the bedside lamp and waited until Sorley climbed under the covers before arranging himself on his side, facing inwards. Sorley edged into the centre of the mattress backwards, his spine stiff. He unbent a little when Gethin slung a hand over to land on his thigh.
All was quiet for maybe twenty minutes. Gethin felt his eyelids grow heavy. Then,
“I didn’t mean you earlier, what I said about dogs and mutts.”
“You did though, because I’m a shifter too. It’s insulting by default.” He felt the vampire move closer and willed his body not to react. Why did Sorley insist on always smellingso good?
“I’m sorry.” A pause. “D’you want me to show you how sorry?”
“No. Not now. Sleeping, remember?” He leaned in further, dipping his nose into the soft patch of skin between Sorley’s neck and shoulder.I could spend every night like this.
“You sure? You wouldn’t have to do anyth—” The remainder of Sorley’s offer was muffled by Gethin’s large hand as he clamped it down over the vamp’s mouth.
“Sorley? Shut. Up. There’s a sport.” He kept the hand there, pleased it didn’t get pushed away. He’d expected Sorley to at least lick his palm to get another reaction out of him. The fact he didn’t was surprising, but good. Somehow, he drifted into a deep, dreamless slumber.
* * *
Wakingto find himself entangled with the object of his desires was amazing, wonderful, and downright frustrating. Gethin attempted to free his limbs without disturbing Sorley, but when he returned from an essential bathroom visit, the vamp watched him climb back into bed with a sultry gaze. Sliding onto his back, he pushed the covers down to show Gethin his hand inside his pyjama trousers, idly stroking his very erect cock.
Gethin sighed as he felt his own body respond instantly to the wanton display. “Guess I’m not getting any more sleep then,” he said with resignation. Truly, Sorley was irresistible, but he was also capable of surviving for several days without rest, unlike his shifter bedmate.
Sorley grinned up at him, unrepentant. “You want me. Don’t lie to yourself, or me.” He slid out of his trousers and pulled the top over his head with one hand still wrapped around his dick, letting go for a bare second to drop it over the side. “How are we playing this morning?”
Gethin shucked his boxers and got on the bed. “C’mere.” He hauled Sorley to him and inhaled his sweet, cool scent. “I should’ve brushed my teeth.”
“Like I care.” Sorley rolled on top and wiggled his tongue into Gethin’s apologetic mouth. His cock rubbed against Gethin’s belly with every small movement, but the kisses remained lazy and gentle, exploring rather than devouring. Gethin felt his fatigue leave him as lust enveloped him like a tidal wave. He rolled them again so Sorley was underneath him, then changed his mind and turned onto his back.
“Suck me?”
“Of course.” The tip of Sorley’s cock left a damp trail over Gethin’s hip as he reached across to kick the duvet to the floor. “That’s better. Now, where were we?”
“Um, would you…” Gethin felt his face heat and tried again. “There’s lube in the top drawer.”
Sorley paused. “You want lube for what, exactly? I thought I was blowing you.” He tipped his head to one side, considering, then trailed a deliberate finger down the centre of Gethin’s chest. “Oh I do declare, Mr Big Bad Wolf isn’t the toppy top I believed him to be. Am I correct?”
“Never said I was a top.” His blush intensified to forest fire heat. “You assumed. Plus it’s easier for hook-ups, becauseeveryoneassumes I am, so I roll with it.”
“Hmmm.” Sorley looked thoughtful as he crouched over Gethin’s thighs. “I suspect I’ve got away with that because I’m just butch enough to get read as vers.”
“Butch, really?” Gethin felt his eyebrows hit his hairline. “That’s pushing it, love.” He winced as the endearment slipped out but continued as if it hadn’t. “More like you use thrall to get your wicked way once you’ve got them hooked.”
Sorley grinned. “Saying nowt. Now, shall I just use my imagination with the lube, and you stop me if I do something you don’t like?”
Gethin forced himself to relax. He’daskedfor this. For all Sorley was a fucking menace, chaotic and offensive, as a lover he’d given Gethin more pleasure than he could have dreamed of, and seemed to rate enthusiastic consent as essential. He sank into the mattress, widened his legs, and allowed the glorious sensation of Sorley’s cool lips and tongue bathing his dick to become his sole focus. When a gelled digit gently probed behind his balls, he tensed for a second, then breathed out in a long, grateful exhale.
“That’s good.”
Sorley reversed off his cock to catch his eye. “More?”
“Please. And don’t go easy on me, I’m a long way from being an anal virgin.”
He hadn’t known it was possible to smirk with a mouthful of dick, but the vampire managed it.
A fingertip became a deep press inside, a momentary discomfort, then that peculiar feeling of fullness that was at once overwhelming and yet not quite enough. Gethin shifted on the mattress, pushing against the intrusion. “More.”
Sorley added a second finger. The fullness intensified and for a moment Gethin breathed deliberately as he got used to the intrusion. Sorley took it slowly for a minute or two, then began to suck him in earnest, his fingers scissoring and twisting in a way that made Gethin moan. After that it wasn’t long before the combination of the vampire’s stellar oral skills and the sudden stroking of Gethin’s prostate forced a deep groan from him. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
The room tilted as his orgasm hit with the force of a hurricane. Gethin’s back arched, his thighs shook and his cock pulsed over and over down Sorley’s throat as his arse clamped down on the digits inside it. Everything was an intense, fuzzy blur offeeling.
