“Do you have lube down here?” Cody asks. Otherwise, he’ll need to run upstairs, and thankfully he has the whole supernatural speed thing, but—
“Dresser in the closet, top drawer,” Simon says, and leaps to his feet in a blur.
“Great.” Cody jumps up and steals one more kiss. “I want you naked by the time I’m back.”
“Don’t dally,” Simon murmurs, then shoves him towards the closet.
Cody moves faster than ever before.
This is his first time in Simon’s bedroom—sorry, coffin room—but he can look around later. The closet is the size of Cody’s apartment kitchen, but otherwise normal. A moment’s search turns up the lube.
He pauses involuntarily. There’s something surreal about holding a plastic bottle he could have bought at any drugstore. So modern and ordinary, when he’s on the verge of something life changing.
His neck throbs sweetly with the memory of Simon’s teeth. Cody’s about to bite Simon in return. To bind Simon to him, forever. Any sensible man would have doubts, but Cody has never been more certain. Simon belongs to him.
Cody has to pause again in the doorway, struck by the sight waiting for him.
Sitting on his coffin, Simon is more beautiful than ever. One foot props on the edge, exposing everything to Cody’s hungry eyes. His blue-green eyes are darker, his hair a tousled mess across his pale forehead. Arousal radiates, the heady scent as obvious as the pink, hard cock jutting from its nest of curls.
Cody feels huge and animalistic in comparison, but the contrast is deceptive. Beneath Simon’s pretty face is a ferocious strength. Simon threw him into a wall earlier tonight. Like it was easy.
Didn’t feel great at the time. But Cody wouldn’t mind a repeat under bettercircumstances.
“Took you long enough.” Simon traces a finger from collar bone to hip, down the topography of slim muscles and flesh, and grasps his cock. “How do you want me, mate?”
The single syllable jolts Cody from his reverie. Three quick strides place him between Simon’s cold thighs, and he seizes Simon by the chin. “Bent over your coffin,” Cody growls. “So I can claim your neck as I fuck you.”
“Delightful,” Simon says, pushing his throat into Cody’s grip. Then he shoves Cody away, making space to flip around.
The pedestal lifts the coffin not quite to waist height. When Simon bends over, his elbows rest on the dark wood. His back arches, and Cody moves as if magnetically pulled to the perfect, pale curves of Simon’s ass.
Cody kneads into the muscle, squeezing, spreading. His thumb dips inward to nudge Simon’s hole. At the touch, Simon tenses in palpable excitement. Cody pushes harder, his thumb huge against such a small pink furl, and a stronger tremor runs through Simon’s body. So cold, but so responsive. Cody’s the one sparking these reactions.
He’s desperate to spark even more. To leave his mark on Simon, inside and out.
“Need you,” Cody murmurs, fumbling with the bottle of lube.
“Of course you do,” Simon says, with well-deserved arrogance.
Cody’s fingers return dripping wet. He doesn’t wait to push the first in, savoring the slick feel. Crowding closer as Simon pushes back, Cody’s thighs press flush with Simon’s. He braces one hand on the coffin lid and valiantly ignores the friction of his cock against Simon’s ass. One more finger.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” Cody says, crooking downward, looking for—
“Now,” Simon demands, clenching in reaction. “I can take your stupidly huge cock, so get on with it.”
Cody’s fingers are already out. “Going to take that as a compliment,” he says, lining himself up.
Sliding in slowly takes every ounce of willpower. Simon can take him so well, but Cody needs to savor this moment. The way Simon’s body warms around him, gripping him tighter, dragging him in. Cody inhales their combined scents and exhales in ragged pleasure. He revels in the tense line of Simon’s neck, where the hair falls away.
Fully sheathed in his mate, Cody feels almost complete. He drops to his elbow to kiss the crest of Simon’s spine.
“You’re amazing,” Cody says, lips brushing cold skin. “I’m so damned lucky.”
Simon shivers. “You don’t have to try so hard to seduce me.”
Vulnerability lurks beneath the lightness. For all his age and experience, in some ways Simon has never gotten to grow past his frozen youth. He’s too accustomed to empty praise and broken promises.
That ends tonight.
