Page 14 of Those That Defy the Realm

“No, there’s just something else I need to tell you before this goes further.”

“Tell me what?”

“I have a prosthetic."

“This isn’t real?” I quip, pointing at his dick, which is still hard and fully outlined by his trousers.

“Gods, no. That’s all me.” He offers me another of his smiles. “I mean my leg. I lost the bottom half in the war, so everything below my left knee is prosthetic. Didn’t want to shock you.”

His grin changes to the false one. Taking a harder look, I see the barrier he’s thrown up is in case I don’t react well. A barrier he must’ve learned he needed from previous experiences.

“Oh. Do I need to be more careful? Am I hurting you right now?” I think for how long I’ve been sitting on his legs, and how some of my weight is currently on his knees as I’d shifted back a bit to get at his delicious dick.

“No, you’re fine. I like you on my lap.” The real smile returns. “Like I said, I just didn’t want it to surprise you or make it feel like I’d hidden it if we get naked.”

“You can keep your trousers on if you’d prefer?”

“No, it’s not like that. Whilst it can be a pain, I’m not self-conscious of it that way. Some females I’ve slept with before have made it into a big deal but it’s really not. There’s not much I can’t do, it's a very high-tech model and I exercise enough to keep my muscles strong.”

“Okay,” I tell him, giving him a light teasing stroke along the edge of his waistband, needing to get my hands on him again. “Tell me if I need to do anything different or if you need to move positions.”

“Will do,” he replies on a gasp as I graze the head of his cock with my exploring fingers.

Forgetting about the fact I had him pinned, and with my patience at its end, I push myself off him. “Strip,” I order as I start removing the rest of my clothes.

After a second, he complies with the command. As I remove my own trousers, I watch how he shifts his own over his legs, and in particular how he hooks the material off the prosthetic which has now been revealed. I think his knee joint is intact, but it’s covered by a soft looking bandage. One that hides where the metal limb attaches to his flesh. I’m curious about it but now isn’t the time for questions.

Once we’re both naked, I resume my seat on his thighs and nearly come from the skin-on-skin contact. I have to grip the base of my shaft until I regain some sanity and am able to articulate how I’m going to introduce this vampire to some dick-on-dick action.

Henry strokes himself below me as he takes in my body. His gaze naturally focuses on my junk for a long time and I give him the time to back out if he wants to. No words come out of his mouth, only more accelerated breaths as his other hand skims up my thigh.

“Can I?” he asks, both of us now watching his hand.

“You can touch me wherever you like.” I grin down at him. He really can have carte blanche with my body.

With more confidence that I imagined, he starts with my balls. Gripping them in his fingers, taking their weight in his palm. Then he moves upwards. Moving my own hand away to let him touch me however he’d like to, he chooses to go straight into wrapping his fist around me and giving me a slow tug.

“Fuck,” I hiss as pleasure shoots up my spine. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his breathing completely messed up now, which turns me on even more.

“Yes.” Letting him explore a little more, my abs tense to keep me from simply taking over, jumping straight to what I have planned.

Once he seems comfortable jacking me off, I lean off to the side and grab the small bottle of lube I keep stashed in a storage box on the side table next to the sofa. Henry looks at me wide eyed and lust drunk as I hold it up between us. He licks his lower lip in a move so tantalising I have to duck down and suck on it. His lip first and then his tongue.

He tastes so gods damned sweet, I could stay stuck to his lips forever.

As I’m giving him another good tongue fucking, I blindly fiddle with the lube bottle, squeezing some into my palm.

Breaking the kiss only so I can inch back and look into his eyes, I slowly take my cock in hand and shuffle forward to take his in my fist as well. The meeting of our flesh has another round of hot pleasure shooting up my spine and coating my skin in goosebumps. Henry looks equally as affected, moaning sinfully as I run my hand up our lengths.

His head dips so he’s nestled into my shoulder, but I think his eyes are on our cocks as he pants onto my chest. “Oh, fuck. How does that feel this good? Why is that so good?”

I chuckle at his words. Then I shift my hips. Only gently. Rocking in a small smooth motion to add even more sensation.

“Ah. Gods, Ash.” Henry’s hands grip my waist as his hair tickles my chin.

Moving as much as I can in this position, I continue fucking my fist, sliding my length against Henry’s. He joins in too as he starts visibly quaking, his orgasm rising to the surface.