the curve of his partner’s high cheekbone, the broad cut of his jaw, the soft valley in between. A fine layer of dark stubble peppered the perfect skin, bristling against the calluses of Gage’s fingers. Jensen’s eyes closed as he sighed softly and leaned into the touch.
Jen was not an overly expressive man any more than Gage. While Gage hid behind sarcasm and acerbic humor, the vampire simply ignored social niceties and adopted taciturn silence as his modus operandi. That simple response to Gage’s caress was enormous, intimate on a level that nothing but that feeding the other night had ever been between them.
Gage let his fingertips wander over the dreamy lips, urging them open just the smallest amount so the pouty lower one went slack, exposing a flash of sharp fangs. He knew a lot about that mouth; that Jensen was obsessive about brushing his teeth and fangs to keep his breath from stinking. That he used modified whitening strips he bought on the black market in Undertown. That he had trouble chewing gum around his fangs, so he used mints and mouthwash instead.
But Gage didn’t know the things he really wanted to about it: how it tasted, how it felt. Even when he had those fangs buried in his throat and those lips and tongue were drawing blood and poison out of his carotid, Gage had been so out of it, there was nothing but vague sensation, pain and fear and wonder and lust in a mix he couldn’t fully appreciate or understand.
He wanted kisses. He wanted that mouth on him from desire, on purpose, with no other goal than pleasure. Gage slid to the very edge of the bed, brought his left hand into play to claim both sides of his partner’s face, and began to draw him closer.
Jensen resisted. His voice was soft and tentative. “Gage, you don’t… remember, the venom…”
“Jen? Please. Shut up. Unless you don’t want this. I want it, and not because of any fucking venom. Okay?”
They stared at each other, Jen’s expression unreadable. He was damn good at that vampire poker face thing. “You want… me? I mean, us? Sexually?”
“Let’s not talk, okay? We can chick lit the whole thing after.”
“After?”
“Oh, good God, vampire, shut your yap!” Rather than waiting for Jensen to decide whether or not to obey, Gage just made him. He finally claimed that mouth with his own, took the lips, tongue and teeth. He tangled his hands in thick sable hair and pulled, gently urging Jensen out of the chair and onto the mattress beside Gage before he climbed on top of the sexy mountain of a vampire.
Jensen was wearing soft sleeping clothes, classy and comfortably loose, demonstrating that his mysterious circulation was sending blood rushing to his crotch. Gage gripped Jensen’s hip with one hand, pressing their erections together, grinding to produce delicious friction as the kiss danced on. It took forever for Jensen to break out of his hesitation and fully respond. He wrapped those long arms around Gage with a moan and clutched the human in a bone crushing grasp that pressed them closer, thrusting up to slide their cocks together through the thin layers of their clothes.
Jensen was the first to recall that Gage had to breathe and pulled back, arching his neck to let his mouth wander over Gage’s cheeks, tickling the delicate shell of his ear, tracing the lines of his jaw, laving the long veins and sinews of his neck. Gage tried to keep his mind off the idea of Jensen biting him, but with his partner’s cool breath puffing in his ear and those dangerous fangs so close, he just couldn’t do it.
“I want you to bite me again,” he murmured in Jensen’s ear. “The other night was so…”
Jensen froze beneath him. The arms that had encircled him pulled away and braced between their chests. “Okay, this is what I was talking about, Gage.” He pushed with maybe a hundredth of his full strength, but that was enough to knock Gage off and onto his back as the vampire sat up, rubbing his hands over
Jen was not an overly expressive man any more than Gage. While Gage hid behind sarcasm and acerbic humor, the vampire simply ignored social niceties and adopted taciturn silence as his modus operandi. That simple response to Gage’s caress was enormous, intimate on a level that nothing but that feeding the other night had ever been between them.
Gage let his fingertips wander over the dreamy lips, urging them open just the smallest amount so the pouty lower one went slack, exposing a flash of sharp fangs. He knew a lot about that mouth; that Jensen was obsessive about brushing his teeth and fangs to keep his breath from stinking. That he used modified whitening strips he bought on the black market in Undertown. That he had trouble chewing gum around his fangs, so he used mints and mouthwash instead.
But Gage didn’t know the things he really wanted to about it: how it tasted, how it felt. Even when he had those fangs buried in his throat and those lips and tongue were drawing blood and poison out of his carotid, Gage had been so out of it, there was nothing but vague sensation, pain and fear and wonder and lust in a mix he couldn’t fully appreciate or understand.
He wanted kisses. He wanted that mouth on him from desire, on purpose, with no other goal than pleasure. Gage slid to the very edge of the bed, brought his left hand into play to claim both sides of his partner’s face, and began to draw him closer.
Jensen resisted. His voice was soft and tentative. “Gage, you don’t… remember, the venom…”
“Jen? Please. Shut up. Unless you don’t want this. I want it, and not because of any fucking venom. Okay?”
They stared at each other, Jen’s expression unreadable. He was damn good at that vampire poker face thing. “You want… me? I mean, us? Sexually?”
“Let’s not talk, okay? We can chick lit the whole thing after.”
“After?”
“Oh, good God, vampire, shut your yap!” Rather than waiting for Jensen to decide whether or not to obey, Gage just made him. He finally claimed that mouth with his own, took the lips, tongue and teeth. He tangled his hands in thick sable hair and pulled, gently urging Jensen out of the chair and onto the mattress beside Gage before he climbed on top of the sexy mountain of a vampire.
Jensen was wearing soft sleeping clothes, classy and comfortably loose, demonstrating that his mysterious circulation was sending blood rushing to his crotch. Gage gripped Jensen’s hip with one hand, pressing their erections together, grinding to produce delicious friction as the kiss danced on. It took forever for Jensen to break out of his hesitation and fully respond. He wrapped those long arms around Gage with a moan and clutched the human in a bone crushing grasp that pressed them closer, thrusting up to slide their cocks together through the thin layers of their clothes.
Jensen was the first to recall that Gage had to breathe and pulled back, arching his neck to let his mouth wander over Gage’s cheeks, tickling the delicate shell of his ear, tracing the lines of his jaw, laving the long veins and sinews of his neck. Gage tried to keep his mind off the idea of Jensen biting him, but with his partner’s cool breath puffing in his ear and those dangerous fangs so close, he just couldn’t do it.
“I want you to bite me again,” he murmured in Jensen’s ear. “The other night was so…”
Jensen froze beneath him. The arms that had encircled him pulled away and braced between their chests. “Okay, this is what I was talking about, Gage.” He pushed with maybe a hundredth of his full strength, but that was enough to knock Gage off and onto his back as the vampire sat up, rubbing his hands over
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