Page 12 of Monstrous Travels as Wicked as Sin

They stood, motionless, for what felt like an eternity of hot, tense silence, hearing nothing but their strained breath in the dark.

Finally, Joe felt Percy turn, felt his hands, warm, soft, but so full of safety, one on each cheek, and his head was guided gently down onto Percy’s shoulder, a strong arm enveloping him. Joe fell into Percy, where Percy kissed his hair and whispered, “We’re safe.”

Joe’s heartbeat, and Percy’s heartbeat against his, and calming breaths, and not another sound besides.

It might have been the comfort. It might have been the fear. Or the cocaine, champagne, or the nerve-shaking jolt ofadrenaline, but before he knew what he was about, Joe had grasped Percy and brought his mouth down against his own.

Whatever madness it was, Percy reacted in kind, with one kiss, then another. The taste of him, the scent of him, and all Joe knew was that he craved more. He moved an arm beneath Percy’s, sliding his fingers over his silk-clad, muscular back. Percy’s hands took a strong hold of Joe’s waist, and turned him, shoved his back against the door. For the second time that night, he felt Percy’s thigh push between his own, only this time it was calculated to grind against his hardening cock. And Christ, it felt good.

The handle at Joe’s side shook, sending a jolt of panic through him. His head turned automatically towards the sound, but was wrenched back sharply by Percy’s hand, and held there with a kiss. A thud against the door slammed into his back, once and again, and, “Shhhh,” Percy whispered in his ear.

Well, no shit,Percy, thought Joe. It clearly wasn’t the ideal time to make a lot of noise, on the off-chance anyone or anything in that room hadn’t noticed them slipping into the wardrobe. But, one delicious second later, Joe understood Percy’s instruction in full.

Percy sank his teeth—his sharp vampire teeth—deep into Joe’s neck at the exact same moment he somehow managed to take Joe’s dick out of his trousers and into his experienced grasp. Joe’s lips opened in a silent exclamation of ecstatic shock, profound stupefaction, and he didn’t know what else. It was pain, sharp pain that drew real blood, and it was pleasure. And when Percy licked his neck, when he slid his thumb across Joe’s slit, massaging a circle around the head of his cock, it was all very close to overwhelming. Every one of Joe’s senses was on high alert as the door banged behind him, as the handle rattled against his hip, as Percy’s tongue violently found his own, then as Percy dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing!”

“Shhh!”

Joe’s every nerve was a frazzled mess. Should he stop him? Very probably. Whatever was waiting just outside the door, whether it was security or ghosts, was bad. Very bad, but this was?—

“Teeth!” Joe whisper-shouted at the first touch, which got a snicker from Percy, who removed the tips of his teeth in a flash.

He should very definitely stop him, but?—

Percy’s mouth slid over Joe’s cock, and the warmth of him took over his entire body. There was nothing, nothing in that first beautiful moment, nothing but the all-encompassing, glorious, thick heat of delight. And Percy. Beautiful, perfect Percy, with his gorgeous mouth that was so perfectly fuckable.

A bang hit the door again, pulling Joe back to their sick reality, but even as he flinched, he felt the vibration of Percy’s soft moan along the base of his cock. How his tongue could manage to take in every ridge and mound as though it was his personal mission to lick every millimetre in full, all while applying the perfect pressure, was beyond Joe’s understanding. Percy’s mastery of cock was as thorough as his understanding of fine art. Indeed, he raised the act to an art, and just as one may fall into rapture, become overwhelmed in the presence of aesthetic genius, so it was when Percy took Joe’s dick between his lips.

He didn’t go fast. His movements were long and slow, wet and hot, and pleasantly torturous. Even when Joe’s head fell back against the door, even when Percy had to hold him in place with a hand on his abs, even when he breathed a plea for more, Percy never changed or relented the teasing, building rhythm.

The slick heat of Percy’s mouth on Joe’s dick became the entire world. His only thought was pleasure, and with every whisper of desperation it crowded in on him, became hissingular obsession. All faded into Percy and Percy’s unrelenting, unforgiving mastery of Joe. His complete control.

Percy didn’t seem to think about or even notice the handle. He didn’t seem to care in the least about the banging door or whatever was going on out there. His only thought was Joe, and that in itself was mesmerising, and it pulled Joe into the same beautiful moment that was just the two of them. Where there was nothing stark and terrifying. Where it was only that untouchable, impenetrable, invincible something that it was to be loved by Percy.

He let himself sink into it, and before long, it could have been the apocalypse for all he cared. They could have been alone in the centre of Hell, but he had Percy. And so he took Percy’s thick hair by the roots and sank his dick deep into Percy’s abiding mouth. And he fucked him. Really fucked him, and in the heat and the bliss, there in that devastatingly beautiful suspension of existence, he took back the piece of himself so precariously misplaced by fear. Percy yielded to him, complied with every thrust, told him with his tongue and his provocative groans and his grip on Joe’s thighs that he would do anything for him.

Powerful, untouchable Percy, on his knees and begging to be fucked in the mouth.

He used Percy exactly as he wanted to, and he thrust faster and more thoroughly, pulling Percy tighter against him, needing him, desperate for him until the dark and the perfume and the heat and the freedom and ecstasy reached its peak. He couldn’t stifle the cry of euphoria that slipped from him as his entire body gave in and he came hard. Percy stayed right there, drank him down, adored him, worshipped him, and let Joe be the one, finally, to break free, to drop to his knees, and to kiss Percy.

“I love you,” Joe whispered.

“I love you more,” Percy whispered back.

Joe felt the smile against his cheek as he slipped his arms around Percy, and the two fell back onto the richly carpeted floor of the walk-in wardrobe together. Joe trailed a hand along Percy’s corset, down and down, until his fingers found the firm bulge he was searching for. Sadly, he got only one stroke, before Percy pulled his hand back to his lips and delivered an authoritative kiss. “I’m saving that for later.”

With an exasperated but satisfied sigh, Joe relented and let himself be held by Percy for some blissful time, until the endorphins began to settle, and their precarious position came back into view.

That was when Joe realised the door was silent. The handle was still. Not a sound rattled the wood or the atmosphere.

He sat bolt upright, though Percy remained so relaxed he wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Joe tapped his thigh.

“Hmm? What?”

He had fallen asleep.

“Ghosts, Percy,” Joe whispered harshly. “It’s suspiciously quiet out there, don’t you think?”

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