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"Beinga vampire warlock has its perks." Of course, it came with a downside too. Growing up with humans who couldn't mentor him was where the downside really was. He was sure if he'd had a warlock mentor during his formative years, he'd be able to control his visions by himself. He wouldn't have been hanging by a few threads his whole life and gone bonkers after meeting Mitchell.
"Do you know how many times I've heard you laugh?" Mitchell licked the blood trailing down to his collarbone. And then he hummed with pleasure. "Why do you taste so good?"
Seryn needed pressure on his cock. Something that would help ease some of the tension. When he moved closer, Mitchell held him still. He fumbled with Seryn's pants even as he licked and sucked Seryn's neck.
When he got them open and pushed them down as far as they would go, Seryn did the rest of the work, stepping back to take them all the way off. But Seryn didn't take everything off. "My underwear too, Daddy?"
Mitchell licked his lips as he took in Seryn's form. "Turn around first."
Seryn did.
Mitchell cursed. "You're sexy."
Seryn knew he was attractive. Not many wanted the baggage Seryn came with, though. "People fear me."
He felt Mitchell's body heat before there was skin on skin contact. Mitchell kissed Seryn on his cut, licking the blood away. "I'll bet they are. You'd kill them without blinking an eye."
He'd kill anyone. It didn't matter who. Anyone except Mitchell. "People like how I look, but they don't like who I am as a person."
Mitchell ran his fingers along the waistband of Seryn's underwear. "I like all of you."
Seryn whimpered when Mitchell came close to touching his cock. "Please, Daddy."
"What do you want, boy?"
"For you to touch me. And for you to keep tasting me."
"You taste so good. I never expected that." Mitchell pushed at Seryn's underwear. Seryn had to take them all the way off.
Mitchell hissed when Seryn bent at the waist. He gripped Seryn's hips and pressed into him. Seryn could feel Mitchell's hard length against his ass. Even though Mitchell's clothing it felt amazing.
Seryn arched his back as he straightened.
Mitchell cupped Seryn's balls and took his length in his other hand. "You're not little everywhere, are you, boy?"
Seryn smiled. He'd never cared that much about cock length. His or anyone else's. He didn't think it mattered that much, and he still didn't. He liked all cocks. All sizes and shapes were great, to look at and to feel. But Mitchell liking his cock pleased him.
"You like the compliment." Mitchell ran his thumb across the head, gathering Seryn's pre-cum, and then he stuck his thumb in his mouth, tasting it. "This tastes good too."
"I want more, Daddy." His blood heated with all the teasing. Mitchell stretched out a moment, making it more than foreplay.He made Seryn feel seen in a way no one ever had before. For Mitchell, Seryn could have been the only person left on earth.
"I see you, little protector. I see all of you." Did Mitchell understand why he said those words? Did he know he had a link forming with Seryn? "I'll give you more, boy."
No. Seryn didn't think he was aware of it yet.
Mitchell wrapped his hand around Seryn's cock again. "Do you want to cum, boy?"
"Please make me cum, Daddy." It was the right thing to say because Mitchell began jacking Seryn off. His rhythm was slow. The lack of slick made the way rough. Seryn minded it less than Mitchell did.
"My boy needs something. Let's see if there's something in the nightstand."
Mitchell duck-walked them over to the side of the bed. "Open the drawer and look, boy."
He knew why Mitchell told Seryn to do it. He could feel Mitchell fumbling around with his pant zipper, moving his clothing around so he could free his cock.
An unopened bottle of slick was the only thing in the drawer. Leave it to Daruss to make sure every room in the house had lube in it.
Seryn opened the bottle and then squirted some onto himself.
