Page 43 of The Baritone's Rival

He gazed up at the tall, toned vampire standing over him. Oscar’s expression was hungry, eager, animalistic, his long brown hair framing his features in a way that was almost feral.

“I want you to fuck my face.”

Oscar blinked, the intensity of the moment dampened. “What?”

“I’ve never done this,” Trent said. “Show me how you like it. Use me.”

“I don’t want to choke you or?—”

“Iwantyou to choke me.” The words came out of Trent’s mouth without thought, even as he realized that they were one hundred percent true. “I want you to pleasure yourself and empty your balls down my throat.”

Oscar ran his right hand through Trent’s hair, gripping hard. Trent loved it. He was bigger than Oscar, but he wanted to be taken.

“You are so fucking hot like this,” Oscar said, holding Trent’s head in place and just touching the head of his cock to Trent’s thick, pillowy lips.

“I want it. Do it.”

With one swift motion, Oscar thrust his shaft into Trent’s mouth. He gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t care. He loved it. He liked it more than any straight sex he’d had, which was both amazing and concerning. Was he gay? Was it specifically Oscar?

Soon enough he could no longer think, the constant invasion of Oscar’s cock burning away his questions. He reached up his hands, cupping Oscar’s ass cheeks. He loved the feel of them, soft and muscular at the same time, flexing as Oscar thrust forward, then relaxing as he pulled out. Oscar’s rhythm increased.

“I’m so close,” Oscar said in a raspy whisper. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Your mouth is so wet, so tight…you’ll swallow my load, won’t you, my sweet hole?”

Trent moaned, choking a little as he did so, but he didn’t care. This was fucking amazing. It turned off his brain in a way that nothing else ever had.

Oscar’s grip on his hair tightened as the pace grew punishing. He could feel Oscar’s long dick pulse and tighten.

“I’m coming. Fuck, Trent, take it. Take my cum.”

As the hot liquid burst out of the cock in his mouth, Oscar pulled Trent’s head in, shoving his shaft down Trent’s throat. Trent couldn’t breathe. Tears sprang to his eyes as he struggled to take in air through his nose, but he didn’t fight it. He wanted it, wanted to be the one that got to swallow Oscar down.

Finally, Oscar loosened his grip and took his cock out of Trent’s mouth. Trent collapsed backwards, relaxing onto the couch and forcing air into his lungs. Oscar pulled his shorts up and sat down next to Trent, but didn’t touch him. Trent ached at the distance between them, even if it was only a few inches.

Oscar’s face was cast with worry, and it took Trent a few moments to understand why.

Instead of saying anything, he reached up and grabbed Oscar by the neck, pulling him in for a deep, searing kiss. When he broke it off, the fear was gone.

“Idiot,” Trent said. “Of course I don’t regret it.”

“How did you?—”

“You have an expressive face.” Trent pulled Oscar into his side, the taller man shrinking down to fit himself in. Trent kissed the top of his head. “That was…that was the best sex I’ve ever had. By far. I don’t have any plans to go back. Not after that.”

Oscar sighed, burying himself in Trent’s strong chest. “I was just worried. I didn’t want you to feel?—”

“I know.”

They sat there in silence for what might have been a few minutes, or maybe an hour. By now, the sun had almost set, and the cabin was bathed in a warm amber. Trent soaked in the comfort of having someone next to him. Not just anyone. Who knows what this was, but Oscar kindled a fire and a rawness in him that was completely new. He wasn’t giving that up.

Eventually, he realized that Oscar’s breaths had slowed and evened out. He was asleep, tucked into Trent’s side like the final piece in a long-unfinished puzzle. For the first time in many years, Trent was able to relax. He floated off into sleep.

It wasthe loud crack of wood breaking apart that woke him up. Oscar sprang into action, claws and fangs out, but it took Trent a minute to understand what was happening.

The cabin was under attack.

The front door had split most of the way down, and a second later, another blow demolished it entirely, sending splinters raining down onto the hardwood floor. Trent couldn’t see muchbeyond a pale, hulking figure standing in the doorway, the moonlight silhouetting them from behind, making it impossible to pick out their features.

Oscar, though, could see just fine, and he did the one thing Trent didn’t expect. He stumbled backward in fear, retreating from whoever it was.

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