Soren hummed behind him, somehow managing to make the simple noise sound smug.
Pleasure tingled along Gabe’s spine with each stroke of Soren’s hand. He hadn’t expected any of this, his defenses were down, and it wasn’t long before a familiar tightening in his balls had him warning the vampire. “Fuck. Fuck, Soren. Gonna come, baby.”
He was only half-aware of the endearment leaving his mouth. He could be embarrassed about it later, when he didn’t feel so fucking good.
Soren hummed again, increasing the speed of his strokes, twisting around the head at the end of each pass. He started pressing warm, wet kisses along the back of Gabe’s neck, and that was all it took for Gabe to find his release, moaning as his cock pulsed in the vampire’s hand. His eyes wanted to close with the force of it, but he kept them open at half-mast, watching ropes of his white cum coating Soren’s pale fist.
The sight of it was way fucking hotter than it had any right to be.
Gabe was panting, his head still resting against Soren’s shoulder.Fuck.He’d been going through a major dry spell. He couldn’t think of any other reason a simple hand job would feel so amazing.
He found himself turning his head to press a kiss against Soren’s neck, unable to resist the silky-smooth skin there, only slowly becoming aware of the rhythmic sounds coming from behind him.
Soren was jerking himself off.
Gabe wanted to see it.
“Let me,” he offered, lifting his head and moving to turn around.
But Soren pressed a hand to his back, halting his movements. “Hush, human,” he purred. “Stay still.”
Another kiss on his nape, and then Gabe’s back arched as he felt the pressure of Soren’s blunt teeth pressing into the back of his neck.
Little monster.
Gabe should be freaked out. He should remind Soren that he didn’t want to be anyone’s dinner. But he was too mesmerized by the sounds of Soren finding his own pleasure. The little pants and whimpers, muffled by Gabe’s skin, as the vampire approached his release. Soren’s free hand roamed frantically along Gabe’s stomach, his shoulders, his pecs. As if touching Gabe’s skin was in itself a turn-on for him.
Fuck. That thought was hot. Gabe didn’t even care that Soren was smearing Gabe’s own cum over his body.
He felt the wetness and heard the low, sweet moan as Soren finished behind him. The moment was punctuated by Soren’s teeth pressing even harder into Gabe’s neck, a move that for some reason had Gabe’s spent cock twitching in interest.
Gabe braced himself for sharp fangs, cursing himself for not pulling away.
But Soren’s teeth remained blunt, bruising rather than puncturing, and after a long moment, he released his hold on Gabe’s neck, pressing a small kiss onto what was most likely going to an impressive mark.
They both sat there, panting heavily, Soren’s hot breath against Gabe’s neck, as the credits rolled on their movie.
“What now?” The words were so quiet Gabe almost didn’t hear them. But he did. And he hearditagain. That hint of vulnerability, an emotion he’d never before associated with Soren.
Any freak-out Gabe might have had over what they’d just done got pushed to the side. He didn’t want to make Soren miserable. For once, Gabe didn’t want to be the jerk after a hookup.
“Put in the second movie?” he offered.
He felt the curve of Soren’s lips against his skin as the vampire smiled. “You do it,” Soren said. “I need to wash my hands.”
So Gabe found himself watchingInterview with a Vampirewith an actual vampire.
His life no longer made any sense.
six
Soren
Sorenwokeupwithan overwhelming feeling ofrightnesscoursing through him. The body under him smelled amazing. Citrus and soap.
Of all the scents in the world, why was this simple one so intoxicating?
They’d almost gotten through the whole second movie before Gabe had fallen asleep. Soren had considering carrying the larger man upstairs to his room—the benefits of vampire strength—but then Gabe had sighed in his sleep and pulled Soren on top of his reclined body, and Soren had decided right then and there that a night on the couch was just fine for both of them.