Page 121 of Love Bleeds
Time to step things up a bit.
"Spread your legs for me."
Luke obliged, letting his legs fall open as Crimson ran his fingers along his taint. His eyes remained close, until Crimson touched the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to his hole. "The lube," he said.
"Relax. I'm not about to enter you yet." And just in case Luke didn't believe him, Crimson removed his fingers and pressed his lips to Luke's hole instead. He knew just what to do to get his best friend to relax properly. His tongue darted out to prod at Luke's hole, and Luke gasped.
"Shit, what...?"
Crimson didn't respond. At least, not in words. Instead, he licked the ring of muscles again, until it quivered as soft noises escaped Luke's lips. Good, but not good enough yet. With one hand, Crimson reached for Luke's cock again, grasping it firmly as he breached Luke's hole with his tongue. Luke's back arched and another curse fell from his lips. If Crimson hadn't been so busy trying to get his tongue as deeply into Luke as possible, he might have grinned to himself. Luke had obviously never been rimmed before--and he was enjoying it. His sphincter relaxed even as his thighs shook. Crimson gave his cock a stroke.
"Stop," Luke said suddenly. "Shit, you gotta stop."
Crimson did, immediately. "Something wrong?"
"Didn't want to come like that."
Crimson smiled at him. "I only wanted to relax you."
"I'm relaxed."
Crimson took the lube in hand and squirted some of it onto his hand. "I'm gonna go slow."
"I trust you."
"I know." Crimson gave Luke another kiss, and then started to prepare him with his fingers. He was tight--no wonder, this was his first time after all, but he never complained even once as Crimson worked first one, then two fingers into him, his own cock twitching. God, Luke was going to feel so good around him it was torture to make himself wait instead of taking him immediately, but that would only ruin it for both of them.
Soon,Crimson told himself.
Luke inhaled deeply, as if trying to relax further. Crimson kept his promise to go slow, trying to find that spot inside of Luke that would make this good for him. The only thing he wanted more than to sink his cock into Luke's tight hole was to drive him out of his mind with the sensation too. He wanted it to be amazing for both of them.
One hand on Luke's cock again, he kissed the inside of his thigh. Luke gave a soft moan, but his inner walls remained too tight to take a third finger--never mind Crimson's cock.
"You still positive you don't want to be on top?" Crimson asked, just to confirm Luke hadn't changed his mind now that he had Crimson's fingers up his butt.
"Yes." Luke peered down at him. "Bite me."
Crimson stopped. Where hadthatcome from?
"My thigh. You could bite my thigh."
"You want me to bite you?"
"Yes," Luke insisted, his tone of voice indicating that he was getting a little annoyed with Crimson for wanting to discuss this rather than just following his suggestion. "When you bit me last time I wanted you to fuck me," he rushed out, probably before his own embarrassment at the admission could catch up with him.
Crimson stroked Luke's thigh, considering. If the bite made Luke relax, that could certainly help their situation. Besides, there was something infinitely alluring about the idea of drinking blood from Luke's inner thigh. It seemed so... intimate. He kissed the spot again, feeling a little light-headed as his cock grew even harder at the thought of biting Luke. "If that's what you really want..."
"Do it."
Crimson's fangs extended. Without another thought, he sank them into Luke's thigh. His lover sighed, and relaxed as his blood flowed onto Crimson's tongue. It tasted unlike anything Crimson had ever tasted before, saturated with endorphins that made his own body sing as desire wound itself tightly around his core. The best thing was that he didn't have to ask to know that Luke felt the same way. The bite rendered Luke speechless, but he was still capable of making small, encouraging noises in the back of his throat as Crimson added another finger to the first two.
And even if Luke hadn't made any sound at all, Crimson felt as if they were connected. In tune. He could tell exactly when the motions of his fingers turned from an uncomfortable stretch to mind-bending pleasure for his partner. Luke's blood, pulsing through the both of them now, connected them.
Crimson removed his hand as well as his mouth. A whine sounded from Luke, but only until Crimson covered his lips with his own, carding his fingers through his hair with an unshakable need to claim him as his own somehow. Even as they kissed, though, Crimson wanted more. They both did.
And Crimson knew exactly how he wanted to go about this.
He touched his forehead to Luke's. "I'll bite you again. When I'm in you."
