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Tarin’s mouth in a kiss that felt like a searing flame. His lover’s hands suddenly seemed everywhere at once and still it was not enough, would never be enough. The increasing rapture as they inexorably moved to full lovemaking was like a blazing fire in Tarin’s veins. Lips trailed caresses down his shoulders, sharp teeth bit into his nipples, and a slick muscle tongued his navel, and it was pure bliss.
    He did not expect the next move and he cried out in surprise as he felt two slick fingers push into his body. He had been so enveloped in his pleasure he had not seen the vampire produce the oil or coat his fingers. The scent of jasmine arose into the air, and Tarin purred his pleasure. In response, the vampire growled low in his throat, a feral, bestial sound that aroused Tarin even more. He looked on, his hands clenching into fists in the bedding as Boyce began pumping the fingers rhythmically back and forth.
    The oil worked perfectly. The vampire’s fingers glided in him smoothly, the only resistance that of Tarin’s inner muscles clenching around the desired invasion. He writhed and whimpered shamelessly as he felt the fingers being spread, stretching him while being pushed in and out. He moaned encouragingly as Boyce leaned down.
    The vampire began grinding against Tarin as he worked his fingers deeper into the desired body. Curling his fingers, he searched for the hidden nub, rubbing and stretching the oiled inner walls of Tarin’s channel and smiled as Tarin suddenly groaned loudly. He repeated the motion, brushing the bundle of nerves while twisting his fingers inside Tarin, stretching, slicking, relaxing, and preparing him fully for their ultimate joining. The two fingers slid back and forth easily, and then three rubbed relentlessly over Tarin’s pleasure spot.
    Tarin cried aloud as the fire in his groin unfurled and the blaze of need enveloped his whole being. Boyce took his time preparing him; his ministrations achingly slow until Tarin was desperate to finally feel Boyce inside him. His breathing was little more than harsh, shallow pants when Boyce removed his fingers and positioned himself to easily enter him.
    Tarin’s buttocks rested on Boyce’s thighs, one leg over the vampire’s shoulder, the other held out wide. Although he was exposed and vulnerable once more, Tarin was unafraid and unashamed. He could see his lover’s eyes staring at his prepared portal, and he felt as if only Boyce could fill the suddenly aching void that the loss of the vampire’s fingers had created.
    The vampire sought his gaze, and Tarin gasped from the intensity reflected in Boyce’s eyes. It was as though his lover’s face had sharpened in some way, becoming more angular, losing all softness. His eyes were alight with a cold blue fire. At that moment, Boyce smiled, his lips curving to reveal his teeth, his incisors sharp, glistening, and inhuman. Then the cold fire in his eyes seemed to heat and his eyes took on the look of a man gazing at one he loved and deeply desired. Tarin’s heart soared and he smiled, nodding, and eagerly lifted his hips in blatant invitation.
    It was everything Tarin had hoped for and more. Boyce entered him slowly, lovingly, filling him more with every gentle thrust, giving him time to adjust. Tarin encircled his legs around the vampire’s waist, and he pressed his heels against the tightly toned cheeks as they flexed and relaxed. When fully sheathed, and Tarin was ready, Boyce moved gracefully, deeply, and smoothly. He leaned over Tarin who found his body responded as if they had already spent an eternity learning and perfecting their movements. He held onto Boyce’s arms which were now braced on either side of his head and concentrated on the ecstasy of their lovemaking.
    Boyce dropped his head and Tarin moaned softly as butterfly kisses and light nips were dusted over his face and neck. Finally the vampire’s lips brushed against his neck. Their caress was tender and Tarin understood