Page 74 of Vampire Lee

“Relax. I’ve got you.” Dillon kissed his neck before guiding himself to Lee’s opening. The pressure started soft but soon grew more insistent. Lee could feel his body give, and the head of Dillon’s cock pushed inside.

Dillon groaned. “Would you look at that? It looks like maybe I will fit after all.”

Lee laughed only to have it cut off when Dillon pushed in a little deeper. “Ass.”

“Yes, you have a lovely ass, couldn’t agree more. Gripping me so fucking tight, babe.”

Lee nodded because what the hell should he answer?

Dillon drew back a little only to push in again. Lee hissed and gripped the sink in a firmer grip, then Dillon found the right angle, and Lee shuddered. “Fuck.”

“We are.” He sounded out of breath. “I’d go as far as to say it’s going pretty well.”

Dillon thrust again and sounds spilled from Lee’s lips. When confident fingers worked his cock, he pushed himself back onto Dillon and was rewarded with a grunt and fingertips digging into his hip.

“Fuck, you should see yourself, all stretched around me.” He let go of Lee’s hip and trailed a finger over the sensitive rim of his hole around his cock.

“Dillon.”

A chuckle wasn’t what he’d expected, and if he had enough breath to chuckle, they were doing this wrong. Lee rolled his hips, and Dillon’s hand flew back to his hip. “Fuck yeah. You feel so good, baby.”

That was better. Babbling was good. Dillon tightened his hold on Lee’s cock and explosions went off in his mind. Skin slapped as Dillon thrust into him, his cock hit all the right places and had Lee clawing at the sink with every motion.

“You gonna come soon?”

Lee nodded. The sparks were filling his mind, his balls drew up tight, and heat rushed down his spine.

“Good, wanna feel you come on my cock. Come on, squeeze me, babe.”

Lee groaned. The waves of pleasure left him speechless, breathless. The release washed over him with such force he might have snarled. It didn’t matter. Dillon was talking nonsense while fucking him hard through the spasms. His seed painted the underside of the sink, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was how Dillon tensed behind him, all sounds and babbling going silent as his cock swelled and pumped inside him. Then Dillon made a soft sound at the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Lee. He kissed his shoulder and his neck before pulling him up into a standing position. They stood there panting for several seconds.

When Dillon slipped out of him, he winced.

“Sorry.” He pulled Lee into the shower and put the water on. He held it away to make sure it was warm before pushing Lee under the spray. Then he reached for the soap again despite Lee already being soapy. “Are you okay?”

Lee looked at him, a low laugh bubbling out of him. “Yeah, I’m okay. How about you?”

“Never better. I love your ass.”

Lee huffed and pulled him in for a kiss. “It’s yours whenever you want it.”

“You too. Whenever you want my ass, I mean. I’m not picky about what goes where.”

Maybe it was a philosophy Lee should adopt.

Epilogue

Two months later

Dillon inhaled the scent of the first sweet pea flower and smiled. The sun was shining, and he tilted his head toward it.

Life could be worse.

It had taken some time to get everything sorted with the freed fighters and those who’d run the fighting ring. Jala was in prison, as was Conan, the other bartender in The Rambling Rogue. They had a business deal with Aaron, allowing them to set up a small bar on fight night and sell drinks. Had it only been them selling alcohol, they most likely had been let out within days, but they’d helped kidnap Lee and Rei.

The Rambling Rogue had been closed for a couple of weeks, but then they’d opened again, and Lee worked every day. It would get better.

“There you are.”

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