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“Mmmhmm. We’ll talk on it later.” Sharp fangs slid along his skin.
“Oh.” He arched up, a low cry filling the air.
“Yes. We have far more important things to do now.” Jameson turned off the water. “Much better.”
“You like it hot.” So did he. He slid deeper in the heat, submerging himself as best he could.
“I do.” Jameson helped, moving down until they were neck deep.
“Me too.” He was naked in his tub with another man. How wonderful. He’d thought to tell Jameson to leave and that seemed ridiculous now. This was his time.
He let his eyelids droop, and he focused on the loose grip Jameson had on his prick, the slow waves of sensation crashing over him. There was nothing urgent here. Just pleasure, building gently in the steam.
He had a thousand questions, but he was too languid to even form thoughts, much less verbalize them. Jameson kept touching him, long strokes from those clever fingers, which added to his lassitude.
Thoughts of pleasure, of joy, of need seeped into his brain, filling him slowly. They were his, but they were also not. Jameson was somehow thinking into him.
Instead of fighting it, he relaxed, curious to see what would happen.
Happiness flooded him, and he moaned, his body arching as it filled every nerve ending in his body.
“Oh, sweet boy.” Jameson’s words filled the air, making him shiver.
“I haven’t been a boy in a long, long time.” He laughed, letting Jameson bounce him around in the water.
“You’re my boy, dear one.” Jameson nibbled his shoulder.
“Am I?” What did that even mean? It didn’t matter, not with the feel of what Jameson was doing sending shivers down his spine.
Jameson cupped his balls, rolled them just a little too hard, the pressure making his toes curl.
“More. Please.” He needed this, and he was astonished.
“Oh, you need so beautifully.” Jameson pulled his sac, gathering the balls at the bottom, making him moan.
Jameson took and gave and did crazy things to him. Isaiah had no idea how to return the favor. All he could do was feel.
“Oh, sweet boy, I can feel your pleasure. It humbles me.”
“You can feel me too.” Somehow that was terrifying and wonderful all in the same breath.
“I can. It’s not as clear as I…” Jameson trailed off, and one fang pricked him, drawing blood.
Jameson groaned and wrapped his lips around the spot, sucking and pulling.
“Oh.” The sound came out hard, a puff of air that shocked him because he was normally so controlled.
Yes. Jameson’s thought was like an arrow through him.
His eyes flew open wide. That wasn’t a simple feeling. That was a thought, a word. So clear.I hear you!
And I you. Listen, love. Open up and listen.There was so much Jameson wanted him to know. Words like mate and bond and his and some that were far more… physical.
Isaiah panted, lips parted, the world spinning.
Mine. Jameson squeezed his balls up against the base of his cock, then pulled, making him keen.
Maybe.
