His hands knead the skin of his cheeks as he moans into slurping around the puckering ring. Jackson abandons the idea of suppressing his voice, letting it ring true for his beloved’s ears.
“Eddie-fuck fuck fuck! Eddie.”
“You are delicious, baby. I’m addicted to your taste.”
Eddie continues his feast, presenting two thick fingers to Jackson’s salivating mouth. No words are needed for Jackson to take the digits into his mouth. His tongue swirls around their girth as if they were Eddie’s cock, eager to fuck the royal throat.
Once satisfied with his mate’s worship, Eddie withdraws his hand, pressing the moistened appendages to Jackson’s quivering hole.
Eddie massages his fingers against Jackson’s eaten out ass, playfully pressing against the ring of muscles as Jackson pants and whimpers with every moment.
“My love, my life, my Eddie. Please.”
“Please,what, my prince?” Eddie, with grace Jackson would find aggravating if his mind were not clouded by lust and desire, re-works the ropes of light so that his fingers can stay pressed against Jackson’s entrance and his head can tip back so that his lips can be captured by Eddie’s hungry mouth.
The kiss leaves a string of saliva, thin and drooping, when Eddie pulls back, cupping Jackson’s cheek softly in one calloused palm.
“I need…” Jackson swallows, gasping as the tips of Eddie’s fingers push ever so slightly in.
“More, Eddie, please.”
“To see you beg so sweetly, is the strongest drug.” Eddie’s laces kisses along Jackson jaw
“Tell me—beg me—what you want me to do to you, my dark king.”
Jackson can only whimper, eyes cloudy and dazed. His cock leaks against the useless fabric of his boxers. Eddie is holding him so sweetly, gently.
“Fuck me. Fill me with your monstrous cock and fuck my princely eleven hole like you hate me. Breed me and claim me.
“Fuck. Me.”
Eddie’s grin is devilish against Jackson’s eager lips.
Taking a page from his sweet Hakeem, he locks his lips over Jackson’s in a filthy kiss as his finger continues to play with his hole. “As you wish, my prince.”
Eddie hurries to his gym bag, reluctant to leave his writhing mate unfilled with his cock for even a moment longer, acquiring a bottle of lube. One of many stashed throughout the apartment and their personal items.
He squirts a generous amount onto his hand, warming it up as Jackson looks over his shoulder, begging to be used like a cock sleeve.
Eddie bites the flesh of Jackson’s ass, reveling in the mark before it heals by the power of his vampiric blood.
It always seems Eddie’s bites heal slowest, as though even his immortality wants to be marked by the Alpha of legend.
“Eddie, please. Please. Fuck!”
Jackson’s body twitches as two fingers work his hole, followed so soon by a third.
“You are made to be fucked, my sweet winter prince.”
Eddie tears the shirt off Jackson, eyes tracing the flex of the muscles in his back.
“Look at you, begging for my cock, so eagerly stretching for me.Shivering, submissive, my beautiful mate.”
Jackson can only whimper, nodding as saliva drips from his fangs.
Eddie withdraws his fingers, pulling his throbbing cock from his pants. He lubes his member and lines up, hands clamping down on Jackson’s hips and finally, thrusts into the tight heat of his mate, both men groaning in pleasure.
“You take me so well,” murmurs Eddie. Mesmerized by the way Jackson stretches to accommodate his girth. His throbbing member slides out of the tight, wet heat, before he stares in utter fascination when he pushes back in. His hips move in a steady rhythm of long, slow thrusts. The shaft pulling out all the way till just the bulbous tip remains squeezed by Jackson walls, only for Eddie to bury himself to the hilt, time and time again.
