Page 73 of Vampire Lee

“Maybe I should brush my teeth.”

Dillon huffed a laugh and kissed him with more force. Lee allowed him, their tongues tangling as Dillon ran soapy hands over his back and down to his ass.

“Tell me what you want.” Dillon spoke against his mouth.

“I didn’t think that was the deal.”

Dillon shrugged. “I’m pretty easy. Want me to blow you? Want me to fuck you? Want to fuck me?”

Lee stared. “You were making a thing out of fucking me.”

Dillon ran slippery fingers down his crack, circling his hole. “Sometimes I talk a lot. I won’t fuck you unless you want me to.” There was a light pressure, and Lee made a sound as the tip of Dillon’s finger breached him. He didn’t push in, instead, he was watching Lee with searching eyes.

“I don’t normally bottom.”

“I got that. You want to or not, because I’m good either way. Or not at all. Last night was nice.”

Lee groaned. Had it only been last night? It had been nice. He kissed Dillon again. “Whatever you want. There is lube in my toiletry bag.”

“Oh-oh, came here with expectations, did you?”

Lee chuckled and shook his head. “Nope.”

Dillon shut the water off and pulled him out of the shower. He was still soapy all over, but he didn’t object.

With a light push, Dillon had him leaning over the sink, his body flush against Lee’s as he reached for the toiletry bag. Lee grabbed it from him, got the tube of lube, and handed it to Dillon.

“You’re so fucking hot, Lee.”

Average. He was woefully average, but he liked the way Dillon was talking. Gone was all hesitation, and he had a dirty mouth.

“Such a nice ass. Come on, show me.”

Lee stared at him in the mirror. “W-What?” A blush threatened to color his cheeks.

Dillon gave him a wicked grin and kicked lightly on one of his feet, making him widen his stance. “There you go. I want to see. Show me your hole.” He ran lubed fingers over his opening, and Lee gasped.

“Pretty. All shiny and wet now.” Dillon ran his fingers over him several times, making Lee shiver. When a lubed hand wrapped around his cock, Lee jumped in surprise only to groan at the sensation. A finger pushed into him, gently and yet determined.

Lee stilled and Dillon kissed his shoulder. “You should see yourself, Lee. Your body gripping my finger perfectly.” Dillon looked down and withdrew his finger only to push it back in again. “Yes, look at that. Nice. All glistening around me. Can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”

“You’re a dirty fucker, aren’t you?” Lee wished he’d sounded less breathy and more confident.

Dillon’s chuckle had goosebumps spreading over him. “Nope. You washed me, remember? I’m clean.” He hooked his finger, and Lee jerked when he brushed over his sweet spot.

“Ready for a second?”

Lee didn’t find his voice, so he nodded. Dillon pushed in with two fingers, and Lee squirmed at the stretch only to moan when Dillon jacked his cock.

“Beautiful. So fucking hot.” Dillon’s words danced over his skin, and when he rubbed the right spot this time, Lee moaned.

For an eternity, Dillon worked his fingers in and out of him, hitting him just right and timing each thrust with his hand on his cock. He murmured praise mixed with dirty remarks, and soon Lee was a panting mess, writhing under his ministrations.

Heat built inside, his muscles tensing, and—“Dillon.”

The pressure on his prostate disappeared in a heartbeat, and Lee mourned the loss.

Dillon reached for the lube again, and Lee hung his head, panting but not moving otherwise. When Dillon stepped closer, he shivered. “Oh, fuck.”

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