mouth.
The cool sensation, the slide of fangs just barely brushing the sides of his taught, ultra-sensitive skin, the suction of a mouth that knew precisely what it was doing shot through Gage, lighting every nerve ending on fire. Speaking of teenagers! He was afraid he would shoot in a couple of seconds if he didn’t start thinking about grandmas or dirty dishes. Or this nasty stripper he saw once in a Mexican dive bar.
That was all before Jensen started to suck, to draw Gage’s length in and out of his mouth, one hand following his strokes up and down along the rigid shaft, the other teasing his balls. The vampire rolled his testicles like a set of Ben Wa balls, and damn if they didn’t make his whole body ring. Jensen laved around the weeping slit, traced the ridge under the cap, and then like a fleshy Popsicle, took the time to slowly give the veins of Gage’s dick the same treatment he’d given his tongue—slicing miniscule cuts, lapping the drop of blood, closing them with the saliva from his tongue. Somehow he managed to do this while still sucking, still stroking with his hand. The other fingers left their position on his balls, tickling downward to press and circle over the sensitive skin of his perineum… back and forth, back and forth in time with the blowjob.
“Oh… fuck… Jen…” Gage panted, sliding his fingers into his partner’s thick hair, looking down to revel in the sight of his cock slipping in and out of Jensen’s beautiful face. “I want to fuck you. Let me fuck you.”
He’d experienced vampire speed before, but nothing quite like this. As if Gage’s plea had been a command that required instant obedience, Jen flashed off the bed, stripped off his black cotton tee-shirt and draw string pants, and lay back down again before Gage had even finished a ragged breath.
“That is really fucking hot,” Gage commented, staring down at his partner’s truly magnificent body. Again, something he’d seen before in the locker room, but now got to experience in a whole new way, with a whole new appreciation. He stroked his own cock as he climbed onto the mattress to press their bodies together once again. Skin to skin. So good. Cold and hot, hard and hard, the hills and valleys of muscles sliding along one another the way only two fit men could do.
Gage kissed his partner once more, another long killer one, tasting Jen, filling his mind with sensations he wanted to carry with him forever. The way Jen’s habit of unnecessary breath gasped at each touch, the scent of good whiskey and faint sandalwood. The feeling of the preternaturally strong body writhing beneath him, begging with motion for more.
Overload. Gage brought back the less pleasant pictures to his mind to keep himself from coming right there and then and braced himself up on his hands. “Condoms? Lube?”
“Left nightstand.”
Another great thing about sex with men? Few words unless they were necessary, dirty, or both. Man, it was good to be gay. Gage slid over to the closest nightstand, pulling out the two packets he was looking for. The condoms weren’t strictly necessary—vampires couldn’t catch or carry any human STI’s that anyone had ever heard of—but capping that sucker had just been a habit for Gage’s entire sexual existence… with other people, anyway. He tore open the packet, but Jensen stopped him again.
“Please, let me.”
Gage watched with wide, lust-hooded eyes as Jen took his time pinching the tip and slowly rolling the condom down Gage’s dick with slightly more pressure than was strictly necessary, sending an electric frisson of pleasure rocketing up and down his spine. A moan escaped him, echoed through the room, and Jensen gave a low, sexy growl in response. He ripped open the second packet, this one full of lube, and squeezed half out into one hand. He set the packet aside and claimed Gage’s hard-on once more, slicking the firm ring of his fingers up and down until Gage was glossy and
The cool sensation, the slide of fangs just barely brushing the sides of his taught, ultra-sensitive skin, the suction of a mouth that knew precisely what it was doing shot through Gage, lighting every nerve ending on fire. Speaking of teenagers! He was afraid he would shoot in a couple of seconds if he didn’t start thinking about grandmas or dirty dishes. Or this nasty stripper he saw once in a Mexican dive bar.
That was all before Jensen started to suck, to draw Gage’s length in and out of his mouth, one hand following his strokes up and down along the rigid shaft, the other teasing his balls. The vampire rolled his testicles like a set of Ben Wa balls, and damn if they didn’t make his whole body ring. Jensen laved around the weeping slit, traced the ridge under the cap, and then like a fleshy Popsicle, took the time to slowly give the veins of Gage’s dick the same treatment he’d given his tongue—slicing miniscule cuts, lapping the drop of blood, closing them with the saliva from his tongue. Somehow he managed to do this while still sucking, still stroking with his hand. The other fingers left their position on his balls, tickling downward to press and circle over the sensitive skin of his perineum… back and forth, back and forth in time with the blowjob.
“Oh… fuck… Jen…” Gage panted, sliding his fingers into his partner’s thick hair, looking down to revel in the sight of his cock slipping in and out of Jensen’s beautiful face. “I want to fuck you. Let me fuck you.”
He’d experienced vampire speed before, but nothing quite like this. As if Gage’s plea had been a command that required instant obedience, Jen flashed off the bed, stripped off his black cotton tee-shirt and draw string pants, and lay back down again before Gage had even finished a ragged breath.
“That is really fucking hot,” Gage commented, staring down at his partner’s truly magnificent body. Again, something he’d seen before in the locker room, but now got to experience in a whole new way, with a whole new appreciation. He stroked his own cock as he climbed onto the mattress to press their bodies together once again. Skin to skin. So good. Cold and hot, hard and hard, the hills and valleys of muscles sliding along one another the way only two fit men could do.
Gage kissed his partner once more, another long killer one, tasting Jen, filling his mind with sensations he wanted to carry with him forever. The way Jen’s habit of unnecessary breath gasped at each touch, the scent of good whiskey and faint sandalwood. The feeling of the preternaturally strong body writhing beneath him, begging with motion for more.
Overload. Gage brought back the less pleasant pictures to his mind to keep himself from coming right there and then and braced himself up on his hands. “Condoms? Lube?”
“Left nightstand.”
Another great thing about sex with men? Few words unless they were necessary, dirty, or both. Man, it was good to be gay. Gage slid over to the closest nightstand, pulling out the two packets he was looking for. The condoms weren’t strictly necessary—vampires couldn’t catch or carry any human STI’s that anyone had ever heard of—but capping that sucker had just been a habit for Gage’s entire sexual existence… with other people, anyway. He tore open the packet, but Jensen stopped him again.
“Please, let me.”
Gage watched with wide, lust-hooded eyes as Jen took his time pinching the tip and slowly rolling the condom down Gage’s dick with slightly more pressure than was strictly necessary, sending an electric frisson of pleasure rocketing up and down his spine. A moan escaped him, echoed through the room, and Jensen gave a low, sexy growl in response. He ripped open the second packet, this one full of lube, and squeezed half out into one hand. He set the packet aside and claimed Gage’s hard-on once more, slicking the firm ring of his fingers up and down until Gage was glossy and
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