Page 70 of Blades and Bone

“Soap?”

Hamish paused for half a second before giving it to him.

“Thank you.” He lathered his hands and started washing Hamish’s shoulders and chest. “Accepting help will not kill you or change my opinion of you. It’s not weakness.”

He worked his way down one arm and then the other as the water fell like rain around them. “Turn around.”

“Are you going to fuck me? I saw lube in the vanity.”

“No…I wasn’t going to.” He turned Hamish to face the wall. “Do you want me to?”

“Maybe, later. In bed like normal people.”

That was an interesting little piece of information that he filed away for later, given that neither of them was what most people would describe as normal. “Then I’d better make sure your hole is nice and clean.”

Hamish glanced over his shoulder. “What?”

Brodie dropped to his knees, his hands skimming down Hamish’s back and cupping his ass cheeks. His fingertips pressed into the skin as he separated the fleshy globes.

“Oh…” Hamish moved his feet apart and tilted his hips.

Brodie smiled and let his fangs flick forward. Hamish wasn’t so interested in resisting now, even though his heartbeat betrayed his uncertainty. He raked his teeth over one cheek, enjoying the way Hamish flinched and the way the muscle flexed beneath his hands. The taste of his blood was sweet on his tongue as he worked his way closer to Hamish’s hole using his tongue and fangs to tease until Hamish was rocking back and lifting onto his toes, silently begging for more.

And Brodie gave it to him, reaching between his legs and stroking his cock as he pressed his tongue into him, barely enough to open him…but enough to make him squirm. His hand slid down Hamish’s shaft and gently tugged his balls, pulling him back from the edge, pausing to give him a moment to breathe, and then starting all over again only to stop when his pulse gave away his need to come.

Hamish’s head rested against the tiles. He groaned as Brodie stopped, his body quivering with need.

“What do you want?”

“To kill you…slowly.”

Brodie laughed and stood. “You can try another time.” He kissed between Hamish’s shoulder blades. “I think we have wasted enough water.”

“Huh?”

Brodie turned off the shower. He got out first and handed Hamish his towel. Hamish accepted with murder in his eyes, and his ruddy cock jutting forward.

“Get dried off…” He lifted one finger. “Without any complaints or backchat, and I’ll take you to bed like a normal person.” That meant no fangs, but he could still fold him in half and make him beg.

Hamish swallowed whatever he’d been about to say and dried off far quicker, and rougher, than Brodie expected. He looked at Brodie as he hung up his towel and then backed out of the bathroom, heading for the bed.

Brodie took his time, which gave Hamish a chance to cool down a little. He also needed a moment because the last thing he wanted was to come as soon as he started fucking him. Brodie dried off, and while he didn’t grab the lube out of the vanity—it was great in the shower but not great on bedsheets—he would grab it out of the not-so-secret cupboard in the headboard.

Hamish was already on the bed, knees drawn up, and the lube already next to him, as if he wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Brodie tossed his damp towel on the floor next to the bed.

“Very organized.” Brodie climbed onto the bed and crawled over him to claim his lips.

Hamish smiled, the tips of his fangs visible, but didn’t say anything. Brodie’s fingers found his hole…it was already slippery with lube. “Very efficient.”

He fucked him with two fingers.

“Very ready,” Hamish said.

Brodie would let him have that. “Very.”

He rocked back onto his heels and slicked his dick, aware of Hamish’s gaze watching every movement, which made him slow down just a little. He took his time moving over him.

Hamish placed a hand on his chest before Brodie could kiss him. “Normal, no torture.”