Page 51 of Vampire Lee

Dillon gave a throaty chuckle. “It’s sort of the point.”

“I want you to come.”

“Give it to me, baby, and I will.”

Baby. Damn, no one ever called him baby, he called other people baby. Before he could do anything, Dillon let go of the hold on his hair with one hand, wrapped his fingers around both of them, and rolled his hips. Lee hissed, forgetting for a moment he had to hide his teeth, but since Dillon wasn’t panicking, he guessed he hadn’t been looking.

“Fuck.” Lee leaned his forehead against Dillon’s collarbone.

“Not today.” Then he thrust into his hold, and stars went off behind Lee’s eyelids. He might have roared as his muscles tensed, and his hips moved of their own accord. The orgasm crashed into him with such force, he clung to Dillon wherever he could get a hold. He shook and shivered as spurt after spurt painted Dillon’s belly.

“Hell yeah.” Dillon tensed and new ropes of come mingled with Lee’s. With one last shuddering breath, Lee melted against Dillon, a little confused about how he’d ended up in Dillon’s embrace and not the other way around.

Their breaths slowed, and Lee knew he should get up before they got glued together, but he was strangely reluctant to look at Dillon. Dillon was rubbing his back, gently massaging him.

It should be the other way around.

When Dillon sucked in a shuddering breath, Lee stuffed away his confusion and looked up at him. Tears were trickling down over his temples.

“Oh, honey.” Lee pushed out of the embrace and gathered Dillon in his arms. “Shh, I’ve got you.”

“Fuck, sorry.” Dillon wiped his eyes. “I don’t know why, I’m—”

“I think a little breakdown is to be expected, don’t you?”

“Not really.”

Lee huffed. “Come on, let’s shower.” He tugged at Dillon’s hand.

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Dillon was staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, but Lee’s deep regular breaths next to him calmed him enough to not freak out about it.

He’d had sex with a vampire.

Voluntarily.

He was as messed up as Devin, dammit.

Lee grumbled in his sleep, and Dillon pulled him close and guided his head to his shoulder like Lee had done with him several times. It felt right. He’d never been in relationships with fixed roles in the before time. He’d topped as often as he’d bottomed, and he’d slept in his boyfriend’s arms as often as he’d held him in return.

He didn’t like the shell he’d become. He’d been strong and confident once. Competent. Secure in himself. He didn’t want his old life back, it wouldn’t fit him anymore, but he wanted more than he had now.

When Lee made another sound in his sleep, he rubbed his hand in a circle over his back, kissing his forehead and cooing softly. He could tell the moment Lee woke. A stillness fell over him. He wouldn’t say he tensed exactly, but the way he held himself changed.

“Dillon.”

“Yeah, go back to sleep.” He rubbed his back again, and Lee tilted his head back, most likely looking at him.

“You’re holding me.”

“I know, baby. You were restless. I’ve got you, go back to sleep.”

Lee huffed, his palm coming up to rest against Dillon’s chest, then he made another, almost confused sound, but relaxed against him again. Dillon smiled into the dark and closed his eyes.

The next time he opened them, it was light out, and Lee was watching him with a frown, still in Dillon’s arms. He rubbed a hand over his face and squeezed Lee’s shoulder. “Did you sleep?”

“Yes, and you did too.”

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