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Luke nodded dumbly. He wasn’t even sure what Syrus was offering, exactly, but he knew he wanted it. He wanted Syrus’s hands on him. Wanted more of his mouth and his sultry voice. If Luke was going to be overwhelmed the way this day seemed determined to overwhelm him, he wanted it to at least feel good. Didn’t he deserve it? Even the smallest little bit?

Syrus kissed along Luke’s jaw as he worked on Luke’s button and pulled down his zipper. He tutted in disapproval when Luke’s erection remained trapped by denim. “So constricting.”

In the moment, Luke agreed. Clothes really were stupid, weren’t they? He eagerly helped Syrus shove his jeans partway down, his underwear following suit until his hard cock bobbed free. Luke moaned weakly at the relief.

Syrus narrowed his eyes in appreciation. “Much better.”

And then his big hand gripped Luke’s cock, and Luke’s breath left his body in one fell swoop. How long had it been since he’d had someone else’s hand on his dick? Two years now? Longer than that?

“So hot here,” Syrus mused, squeezing gently. “Hot and dry, your tender skin.” He thumbed at the head of Luke’s dick, where precum had started to bead at the tip. “Well,” Syrus corrected in amusement, “mostly dry.”

Syrus removed his hand, and Luke really did whine at the loss this time. But Syrus only licked his own palm before bringing it back around Luke’s aching member.

“Better?” he asked slyly.

Luke could only nod again. He would have offered his own spit, but his mouth was dry as the desert. The moisture had gone wherever the blood in his brain had traveled to. His dick, probably.

Syrus hummed thoughtfully and moved his hand in a slow glide. It was sticky and rough and not very wet after all, but good. So good.

“Syrus,” Luke croaked.

“Yes, dearest?” Syrus answered distractedly, focused on his task.

“Kiss me again?”

Syrus’s gaze darted to Luke’s, and there was a look in his eyes, there and gone, one that was almost frightening in its intensity. A possessive kind of fire that Luke had never in his life had directed at him.

But Luke didn’t have time to dwell on it, because Syrus was doing what Luke asked. He wasn’t gentle about it now either. His tongue invaded, fierce and demanding, as his hand worked with alarming surety.

Luke was swept along in a wave of arousal he didn’t know how to control. The best he could do was wrap his arms around Syrus’s neck and pull him closer, kiss him deeper. He wanted to be surrounded by him. He wanted more than that, even. Luke wanted to be pressed down, held in place by Syrus’s bulk. It would feel good to take that weight, to let go, to trust that this creature’s larger-than-life presence wouldn’t let him disintegrate as he splintered.

But the car was too small for any of that, and Luke was too pent up to last much longer, anyway. He could only moan and gasp into Syrus’s mouth as Syrus brought him closer and closer to the edge. The air smelled like Syrus’s foreign mint and the heady musk of Luke’s own arousal, and the combination was making Luke’s head spin.

Luke’s breath was heaving when Syrus moved back to his ear, biting at the lobe as he coaxed roughly, “Give me what I want, Luke.”

And maybe his voice was magic, because Luke gave it to him, hunching forward with a cry as his body erupted. Syrus didn’t loosen his grip, although he moved his palm to cover the head of Luke’s dick, catching the mess as it escaped.

Luke shuddered and panted through it as pleasure coursed through him to an alarming degree. He was vaguely aware that a hurried hand job had no right to make him come as hard as he had, but his body didn’t seem to know that any more than it knew Syrus wasn’t supposed to be their source of comfort.

When Luke finally settled, dissolved into some sort of melted goo in the driver’s seat, Syrus’s dark eyes were even darker, almost pitch black but for those flecks of gold that seemed to come and go. “Very good, dearest,” he crooned.

And then he lifted his hand from Luke’s spent cock and brought it to his mouth, where he thoroughly, deliberately, and with all apparent pleasure, licked every bit of Luke’s cum away.

Spend, Luke remembered. Blood, tears, and spend.

Dazed and depleted as it was, Luke’s brain chose that moment to remind him that they were in his car on the side of a very public neighborhood road. And while it was still early enough, the sun had definitely officially risen.

Holy fucking shit. What if someone had seen them? Even if they hadn’t been able to spot precisely what Syrus’s hand had been doing, he and Luke had clearly been making out like there was no tomorrow. And it wasn’t like there was anyone in this small town who wouldn’t recognize Luke for exactly who he was.

With that shameful thought in mind, Luke tucked himself away hurriedly as Syrus leaned back and smacked his lips in satisfaction. “There now,” he said with a wide, smug grin. “Don’t we both feel better?”

13

SYRUS

Syrus’s spirits were decidedly up.

How could they not be, with the fresh, salty taste of Luke’s spend coating his tongue? Or with Luke himself, flushed and dazed beside him, looking overwhelmed and absolutely lovely.