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Roman released Danny’s thighs and reached up and over Danny to his bedside table. The vampire paused there, looking inside the drawer. “As a vampire, I cannot give you diseases, but if you want, I can still—”

“No,” Danny cut in, knowing where this was going. “No condoms. Just you. I need you to fill me. Now. Please.”

Roman chuckled. “Impatient mate. So demanding.”

“Yes. Demanding. I demand you fuck me.”

”As you command, little king.”

Roman slid back down gracefully to his former position, using one hand to push Danny’s thigh back, and pressed one slick digit inside him. “So tight,” he murmured.

Danny groaned. “More. Give me more.”

Roman pressed another finger inside him and started to open Danny up, his actions surprisingly gentle considering how ferociously he had been tonguing Danny’s hole earlier.

Danny let it go on for what felt like an eternity before he couldn’t wait any longer. “It’s enough,” he panted. “I promise. Please. Fuck me now.”

He used his own hands to pull his thighs back, holding himself open for his vampire lover.

That action was enough to snap Roman’s restraint. “Merde,” he growled.

And then he was slicking up his cock with his lubed hand, pressing the fat head against Danny’s entrance.

Roman glided forward slowly but persistently until he was up to the hilt.

“Yes,” Danny moaned. He was so full. So fucking full.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Roman paused there, body trembling from the effort of holding himself back, but he gave Danny time to adjust to his size, to the fullness that was on this side of too much.

Almost.

“You can move,” Danny whispered, giving an experimental wiggle. “I’m ready.”

Roman pulled back until he was almost all the way out and then slammed back in forcefully. He groaned low and deep. “Perfect.”

And then he was fucking Danny furiously, and it was wild and more than a little painful, but Roman was right—it was fucking perfect. Danny had never felt so completely owned before.

His limited experience with penetration before had felt good enough—he’d orgasmed and everything—but that was it. It was part of why he hadn’t tried harder to find hookups since nursing school. Sex was pleasant but not essential.

Butthis. Fuck.

Roman fucking him was primal, overwhelming, animalistic. Danny keened every time Roman’s cock brushed against his prostate. He thought he could probably come untouched.

He didn’t have a chance to find out, though, because Roman was suddenly grabbing Danny’s cock, jerking him to the same rhythm as his thrusts.

“Fuck!” Danny exclaimed.

“Not going to last much longer,” Roman panted. “Come for me. Sweet boy. Lovely boy. Come.”

And Danny did as he was told, coming so hard and so intensely that he just barely registered the rhythm of Roman’s hips faltering, the vampire’s deep groan as he pressed Danny down against the bed and filled him with his cum.

When Danny came back to his senses, Roman was still on top of him, still inside him, licking the sweat off Danny’s neck, murmuring seemingly to himself. “Sweet mate. Perfect mate. Lovely mate.”

“Mmm,” was all Danny could say in response.

Roman gently pulled out of Danny and propped himself up on his elbows, peering down at him, concern etched into his features. “Did I hurt you? I know I was—I was too rough. I am sorry. I just—”

Danny found the energy to lift his hand and stroked the side of Roman’s face. “Shh. No, you weren’t too rough. I-I liked it. I like it when it hurts a little bit. I didn’t really know that about myself before you, but it’s true. The pain makes it feel more real, I guess.”

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