Page 55 of Blades and Bone

Hamish snorted. “What makes you think I don’t swallow?”

“I want you to jerk off while you blow me, and you really don’t want to be licking cum off this carpet.”

“Um, if I do that, my fangs are going to get involved.”

“You’ll think of something.” He placed a hand on Hamish’s shoulder, and he dropped willingly to his knees with no resistance.

Hamish looked up at him, lips parted, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth as if he were already struggling. He placed the napkin on the carpet and undid Brodie’s belt and the fly of his pants, freeing his cock.

The base of Brodie’s fangs throbbed, but he wouldn’t let them drop yet. He exhaled as Hamish gave him a couple of strokes before licking the head.

“I want to see your hand working,” Brodie reminded him, even though he couldn’t actually see from this angle. Hamish’s shoulder and upper arm moved ever so slightly as he stroked himself. “Will I come before your fangs drop or will you come first?”

He already knew the answer; he just wanted to see it play out. Watch as Hamish worked not to be first.

Hamish took him deeper, and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked. One hand remained on his shaft and the other on his own, jerking himself off. He glanced up, lips stretched around the cock in his mouth.

He wanted to thread his fingers through Hamish’s hair and keep him there, but that wasn’t a good idea with a vampire. “You look good with your mouth full.”

Hamish made a noise and pulled off as his fangs flicked forward. “You had to say something.”

“That’s usually your department. Keep going.”

Hamish gave him a couple of lazy strokes before returning his attention to the head of his cock, licking around the crown and down the shaft. His arm moved faster, and his attention became divided as if he couldn’t lick and jerk off at the same time.

Brodie ran his fingers through Hamish’s dark curls, waiting for that moment when he was too close to stop. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

Hamish’s eyes widened as he groaned, “Fuck.”

Brodie pulled his head into his crotch. He didn’t want to come yet, but Hamish’s breath on his balls was almost too much.

He took a couple of steadying breaths before releasing him.

Hamish dropped back onto his heels. “You didn’t come.”

“Not yet.” He glanced down, noting the cum on the napkin and leg of his pants. He moved his foot. “Clean that up…With your tongue.”

Hamish looked up at him, and Brodie held his gaze, daring him to say something. Brodie gave his cock a slow stroke from root to tip. “If I make a mess, you will be cleaning up every drop.”

Hamish lowered himself down and licked the leg of Brodie’s pants.

“And the rest.”

“What?”

“I said you didn’t want to be licking the carpet. I said nothing about the napkin.” Would he do it or say sorry for making the mess?

Hamish snarled, baring his fangs, then leaned down and licked the napkin.

Brodie squeezed his cock. “I want to fuck you while your ass is in the air, and you lick up your own cum.”

Hamish’s pulse quickened.

He’d told himself that he wouldn’t rush, that they could take time to get to know each other, but fuck that.

He stepped over Hamish and walked behind him to better admire the curve of his ass. As he stood there, Hamish spread his thighs and lifted his hips.

He would not take that silent invitation. “Tell me what you want.”