Page 76 of Love Bleeds
Honestly, he was pretty sure that if he weren't a vampire, he would have come twice already. Whatever else he hated about being undead, the increase in stamina was a god-send.
They fell into a frenzied sort of rhythm. Luke's mouth missed his as they tried for more kisses, but that didn't matter. Crimson kissed Luke's nose, his cheeks, and every other exposed bit of skin he could reach--aside from his neck. He didn't dare go there with his mouth. Luke's eyes closed, and his nails dug into Crimson's hands.
"More," he pleaded, the word falling from his lips like a prayer. "Please, I... so close."
Desire pulsed through Crimson at the sounds Luke made. God, he wanted to give him everything he needed, so badly. He kissed Luke's temple, and finally let go of his hands to dig his fingers into Luke’s hips instead. Almost instantly, Luke closed his arms around Crimson's back as if he needed something to hold on to.
Crimson was fine with that. More than fine.
If it was up to him Luke would never have to let go.
If it was up to him, they would stay like this forever.
"Love you so much," he murmured as he wrapped one hand around both of their dicks, the words, the emotions, bubbling too close to the surface for him to keep them in. "So, so much."
Luke only moaned in return, but that was fine too. His hips still moved, seeking friction.
Crimson started stroking.
Luke gasped, and then he came. It was the sight, the feel of his cum coating Crimson's cock that pushed him over the edge as well.
He collapsed on top of Luke, and for a minute or two, he just lay there, both of them breathing each other in. Luke smiled at him, a sort of dopey expression on his face. "We need to do that again sometime," he said. "Maybe work on our technique."
"You got problems with my technique?" Crimson propped himself up on his elbows and kissed his way down Luke's chest to his navel. Already, the afterglow of his orgasm was fading, but he wanted to hold on to this feeling of perfection, of being with Luke for a little while longer.
Even as a different sort of hunger grew ever stronger in him.
"No problems with your technique," Luke said. He'd closed his eyes, his voice taking on a sleepy note. "Just thinking we can...always do more research and test runs."
"Test runs, huh?" Crimson leaned up, as much as he loved the sound of that... "I love you, Luke. Always remember that, okay?"
Luke opened his eyes again. "Why are you sounding so serious?"
"Because I am serious. Of course I am." How could he not be?
"But..." Luke came a little more awake. "You sound like something bad is about to happen."
Crimson didn't know what to say to that. If he confessed that he was reaching the end of his rope, he'd end up scaring Luke, and for what? If he told Luke, things would only get harder than they already were. Luke would try to get him to stay, even if that meant endangering himself.
Crimson couldn't take that risk.
"Do you have any more of your magic for me?" he asked, partly hoping to distract Luke from the topic at hand, partly because he hoped it would send his friend straight to sleep if he used his magic now.
Luke hesitated for only a moment. Then, he laid a hand on Crimson's shoulder and pressed their lips together. Luke's fingers grew warm where they touched Crimson. Even though this wasn't the first time Crimson had felt Luke's magic flow into him, it was still an odd sensation. A little bit like having your blood injected with liquid sunshine. Warm and happy, but also like it could be too much at any moment. It flowed through Crimson and into his mind, shedding light on the dark corners he hadn't realized were there. Images came to him. But not only images. There were sounds too, and smells. Flashes of emotion.
He could never make sense of the memories he was regaining while still caught in Luke's magic. They would start to unravel and sort themselves out later, bit by bit, when his brain wasn't buried under an avalanche of sensory input anymore.
The only thing that rang true and clear through the confusing mess in his head, each time, was his love for Luke. That was what he focused on now as well. It was the first thing he'd remembered from his old life, and it was more important than everything else.
When their lips parted again, Luke let his head fall back onto the pillow with a small sigh. His eyes closed. Crimson watched him for a moment as he gave himself over to dreams. He looked so innocent like that, so edible.
No, edible wasn't the right word.
Shouldn'tbe the right word.
But it was how he felt.
Hunger gnawed at his insides again like a wild beast trying to devour its cage.
