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“You have quite a filthy mouth when you are aroused, lovely Danny,” Roman teased, moving on to his belt buckle. He smirked down at Danny as he lowered his pants, revealing that perfect cock to go with the perfect body.

Danny’s mouth watered at the sight.

“Shall we give that filthy mouth something else to do?”

Danny moaned like the hussy he was. “Yes. Yes, please.”

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Romanhadlivedmanylives over—more than he deserved—but he had never in all his time seen such a gorgeous sight as his lovely Danny sprawled back on the bed, flushed and panting, eager for a taste of Roman’s cock.

He palmed himself idly as he looked over every bare inch of his mate, this sweet man who had kissed Roman’s demon so gently, welcoming him—all of him—into his bed.

He’d had lovers turned on by his demon before, but that had been about the thrill of danger, not about Roman himself. And there had always been the underlying scent of fear in every encounter. If Roman was honest, the fear had added to the pleasure for him, like adding an exotic spice to a dish, making the experience all that more delicious. But with Danny, there was no fear, just sweet submission and trust.

The boy had given in to the pleasure of the bite, kissed Roman’s demon face with no hesitation, and then positively melted under Roman’s ministrations to his cock.

Sweet, lovely mate.

And now there he was, looking positively debauched, limp-limbed and staring at Roman with those big brown eyes full of dazed contentment and desire. It made Roman want to take him fully, to enter him and claim him completely. He knew Danny would let him fuck him senseless, would give Roman more of that sweet compliance and submission.

But now wasn’t the time, what with Danny bordering on the edge of exhaustion from alcohol and the general trauma of the night.

Besides, Roman wanted to take his time, to give Danny only pleasure, and he wasn’t sure he had the restraint to do so at the moment.

But he could do other things.

He leaned fully over Danny and began prowling slowly up the boy’s body, dropping kisses and nipping at bare flesh along the way, feeling every inch the predator but for once not minding.

He gave Danny one last brutal kiss when he reached the boy’s mouth, then reared up to kneel over his chest. “I’m going to feed you my cock now, lovely mate.”

Danny whimpered but opened his lips wide, and moments later Roman hissed at the feel of his hot mouth on his cock.

Doe eyes gazing directly into his own, Danny moved his head up to take all of him, pushing on despite gagging slightly until his nose was practically pressed to Roman’s hip. Roman’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt Danny’s throat tighten around the head of his cock as he swallowed experimentally.

“Merde. Fuck. So good, lovely Danny.”

Danny backed off Roman’s cock, releasing it with a soft pop and grinning up at him with watery eyes. “Looks like I’m not the only one with a filthy mouth.”

Cheeky little king.

Roman wound his hand into Danny’s soft curls, taking pleasure in the small gasp it elicited from his mate’s mouth. He made such lovely little sounds. Roman groaned as Danny relaxed and slackened his jaw, giving him tacit permission to fuck his mouth.

He’d never thought he would get to go to heaven, but here it was: his mate’s sweet mouth around his cock, taking every punishing thrust with little moans of delight.

Roman wasn’t going to last. He’d been rock-hard since the first taste of Danny’s blood, him and his demon both bathed in desire, in purewantfor this boy.

“Going to come, sweet boy.”

He waited for Danny to pull against his grip, but the boy just nodded and sucked even harder, sending electricity through every inch of Roman’s body as he came hard into his mate’s mouth.

Danny eagerly swallowed every drop, eyes never leaving Roman’s, until Roman eventually pulled him gently off his now too-sensitive cock.

Perfect, sweet, ours.

Roman slid his knee up and over Danny’s torso, moving to lie on his side, facing his mate, making sure as much of their skin was touching as possible. He lifted his hand back into Danny’s dark curls, working his fingers through them gently.

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