Page 52 of The Tenor's Shadow

Freddie chuckled, Anthony’s cock still in his throat, and Anthony shook as he attempted to maintain control. Freddie sucked hard and removed his lips with a pop.

Without warning, Freddie pushed Anthony’s legs back against his chest, and his tongue found its target: Anthony’s hole.

“Oh fuck!” Anthony couldn’t control the noises he made as Freddie invaded him. It was so much all at once. Lightning shot down his spine, fire ran along his skin. No one had ever rimmed him before. The sensation was like nothing else.

Looking down, all Anthony could see was the shock of Freddie’s red hair as he consumed him. Freddie savored him, licking and nibbling relentlessly, flicking his tongue and then pushing in deeper. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut, holding onto the back of his knees, instinctively pushing against Freddie, pulling him in further.

Anthony whined when the sensation disappeared, but that was soon replaced with the stretch of Freddie’s finger, slick with lube, exploring him. He opened his eyes to see the hunger on Freddie’s face, intense but also wicked and playful.

“You’re so tight.” Freddie licked his lips. “How long has it been?”

“Years. Not since college. I don’t…I don’t normally bottom.”

“Good. This sweet treasure is just for me.”

Freddie slipped a second finger in and slowly moved it in and out of Anthony. There was a slight burn, but that was soon gone. He leaked pre-cum onto his stomach as Freddie fucked his fingers into him. It was overwhelming, but so, so good.

“No more. I need you,” Anthony begged.

“Sweet, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please.” Anthony pulled his legs further back against his chest, desperate for Freddie’s cock inside of him. He knew Freddie was large, but he also knew that if Freddie didn’t fill him soon, he was going to explode.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

Anthony gasped as Freddie removed his fingers. Then came intense pressure as the tip of Freddie’s cock pushed into him, stretching him out. God, Freddie was thick. Anthony didn’t mind the burn. It proved that he was alive.

Freddie was moving too damn slow. “I can take it, Freddie. Push.”

And with that, the vampire was inside of him. There was a sharp pang, but it soon faded to a dull throb. He was full, so full. Damn, he had needed this.

As Freddie leaned forward and kissed him, Anthony wrapped his legs around Freddie’s waist, making sure that he was as deep as he could be.

“You feel incredible, my sweet.”

Anthony stared into Freddie’s eyes, desperation and hunger taking him over. “Move. You have to move. Fuck me.”

Freddie began, slow at first, careful and tender. Anthony’s need was too great. His hands traveled down Freddie’s back to his ass, grabbing onto the thick muscle and encouraging Freddie to speed up.

“Harder, Freddie,” Anthony said. “You can’t break me.”

Freddie’s eyes flashed, and he was off, building to a punishing rate. It was everything Anthony wanted. They could be tender later. For now, he wanted Freddie to own him, to prove that Anthony was his.

He couldn’t control the moans escaping from his lips, animalistic and raw. Over and over, Freddie filled him, stretching him and proving his desire and lust. He knew he was what Freddie wanted, all that Freddie wanted.

Freddie shuddered, and from the look on his face, he was close.

“Come inside me, Freddie. I need it.”

Freddie’s eyes flashed, and his fangs dropped, sharp and shining. In a flash, Anthony understood.

“Do it,” Anthony commanded.

Freddie roared as his orgasm hit and locked his teeth onto Anthony’s neck. There was a quick pain, and Anthony came harder than he ever had in his life, spraying all over their stomachs. He shook, and as Freddie drank, he gasped. It was as if his orgasm never ended. With every mouthful of blood, Anthony trembled, crying into Freddie’s chest, tears running down his face even as pleasure racked his body.

He felt Freddie disengage, licking gently around the tiny wound. Exhaustion hit Anthony in a wave, and his eyes closed against his will.

“Sleep, my perfect Anthony.” Freddie’s voice purred in his ear. “Sleep, my prince.”

Anthony let go, drifting off, wrapped in contentment and warmth.

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