The head of his cock pressed lightly at Gavin’s hole, and then it slipped into him. A very short noise left Gavin, but he eased his hips back slowly, meeting Malcolm’s forward motion. As he started to slide in more, burying himself inside of Gavin, Malcolm groaned low in his throat.
Gavin was so hot and warm. It was like diving into a warm, welcoming bath.
When he was buried to the hilt, Malcolm placed his other hand on Gavin’s waist as well, giving him a little affectionate squeeze. There was a brief moment in which neither of them did anything—Malcolm kept himself paused as Gavin collected himself, trying to keep control lest he hurt the human. When Malcolm finally started to move, Gavin had no complaints.
Malcolm drew his hips back, wild pulses of bliss rocking through him, and before his cock could leave Gavin’s ass, he pushed forward again. Gavin grunted, but not in objection. His heart was pounding incredibly hard against his ribcage, and the sound was like music to Malcolm’s ears—it only excited him more. That and the sound of the blood rushing through Gavin’s body, hot and invigorating. Teeming with life energy.
Malcolm growled, his fangs aching.
He longed to bite Gavin, to push his teeth into his boyfriend’s neck and drink until he couldn’t drink anymore. But Gavin had never been a fan of the whole biting thing—he’d once mentioned that he didn’t like the idea of dealing with the scars. No matter the reasoning, Malcolm respected it.
Keeping a firm hold of Gavin’s hips, Malcolm started to build up a steady rhythm as he thrust in and out of him. Gavin followed his movements with natural ease, matching his tempo the way only he ever could. After a moment, Gavin moved, letting his upper half fall to the floor. He kept on his knees with his ass in the air, but he flattened his chest against the carpet, resting his forehead on one of his arms.
Malcolm drove himself deeply into Gavin, and Gavin moaned his name, his voice cracking. He pulled his cock completely out of the human, pausing for a split second before he thrust back into him, as rough as Gavin had always liked it. As they moved together, Malcolm let his hands travel over Gavin, over the familiar and smooth planes of Gavin’s back.
One of his hands went to Gavin’s head, and he twisted his fingers into the wavy hair at the nape of Gavin’s neck. As he’d expected, Gavin groaned again. Malcolm leaned forward and delivered a series of slow, soft kisses to both of Gavin’s shoulders, able to feel the shudder that racked his body. Beneath his lips, Gavin’s skin was on fire.
It was delicious.
Malcolm murmured into his ear, something stupid about love, but Gavin seemed to like hearing it at least. He turned his head slightly, throwing a sweet smile over his shoulder at Malcolm. Malcolm kissed his neck, sucking the skin gently in response to the smile.
Their rhythm picked up then. Whether it was spurred by that small smile or not, Malcolm suddenly found himself losing control—he rocked against Gavin faster and harder. He was all but throwing himself into the human, burying his cock entirely in him and pulling it out all the way to the tip before lunging forward again.
The ecstasy built in Malcolm, climbing and raging like an inferno. Waves of pleasure and desire ebbed together, stroking Malcolm and making his balls tighten—it wouldn’t be long now. He ran his hands all over every inch of Gavin’s skin that he could reach, letting his nails lightly scratch at the olive skin.
Malcolm slipped his left arm around Gavin’s chest and pulled Gavin up against him. Gavin gasped as Malcolm continued to thrust into him, crushing their bodies together. Gavin’s back was hot and sweaty against Malcolm’s chest, and his musky scent was thick and heavy in Malcolm’s nostrils, driving him crazy. Gavin reached an arm back and caressed Malcolm’s ribs, and Malcolm dipped his head forward so he could kiss Gavin’s collarbone.
Keeping up the pace and grinding his hips against Gavin, Malcolm moved his right hand down Gavin’s stomach. He grabbed Gavin’s neglected cock without warning, starting to pump it in time with his thrusts. Gavin let his head fall back against Malcolm’s shoulder, and he moaned loudly, begging for release.
It was this hoarse moan that was Malcolm’s undoing.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned through his aching fangs.
Gavin said something, but the words were such a surprise to Malcolm that he wasn’t sure if he’d heard him right.
“What?”
“Bite me,” Gavin repeated.
Another time, Malcolm may have asked if Gavin was sure that was what he wanted. But on the brink of an orgasm, these two little words stirred a frenzy inside of him. Hunger and want spiraled inside of him, and he bent his head forward, attaching his mouth to Gavin’s neck and plunging his fangs into the hot skin.
As it’d been the few times Malcolm had been allowed this treat, Gavin’s blood was rich and like liquid fire. Malcolm took a long pull, savoring the rusty taste, the feeling of it as it slid down his throat like warm honey.
And as he drank, he came inside of his human.
As if the bite had been pleasurable for Gavin too—and Malcolm liked to imagine that it was—Gavin arched and cried out, coming as well. He fell weak in Malcolm’s arms, and Malcolm held him up, keeping him pinned to his chest. He’d stopped drinking, though it was all too tempting to keep going, and he rolled his hips as he rode out his shuddering climax.
Gavin gave a little tremble in Malcolm’s hold. Malcolm licked at the two puncture marks he’d left on his boyfriend, then pressed a tender, butterfly kiss to the wound. He pulled himself from Gavin and eased their spent bodies to the floor.
They lay together, arms and legs tangled. Malcolm stared up at the living room ceiling, completely and utterly sated from the sex and the blood. He could feel the passion radiating from Gavin, stretching toward him and bathing him in a golden glow, and Malcolm sighed.
Gavin reached up and touched his neck, feeling for the marks that Malcolm had left on him—and was proud to have left on him. He gave a little smirk. “Guess I got caught up in the moment,” he said. His voice was weary but dreamy—he sounded how Malcolm felt.
“That makes two of us.”
Gavin rolled over onto his stomach, keeping his gaze locked with Malcolm’s. He placed a hand on Malcolm’s chest, finger moving absentmindedly back and forth in a half-circle. “Merry Christmas… you fanged bastard.”
Malcolm chuckled, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked past Gavin to the living room window. The snow was still thick and constant, a stark contrast against the inky sky, and it was the perfect backdrop for the most beautiful human he’d ever laid eyes on. He smiled at Gavin, glad that his fangs had receded—they may have ruined the moment.
“I suppose there’s more to this holiday than I originally thought,” he said.
“There is. But I hope you aren’t expecting a present from me now, because this is kind of starting to hurt,” Gavin said, and he gingerly touched his neck again.
Malcolm reached over and curled a lock of Gavin’s dark hair around his finger. It was such a vivid difference, the dark strands against Malcolm’s pale skin—like the snow against the sky outside. He smiled. “Thank you for that, my love.”
Gavin grinned a very impish grin, mischief flashing in his eyes. “No time for love. Now come here and show me your Christmas spirit.”
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A young homebody, LACEY-ANNE FRYE spends almost all of her time writing. If she isn’t hunched over her keyboard, she’s either taking care of a very spoiled cat or sleeping (or as she likes to call it, brainstorming). With a fondness for all things relating to werewolves and 1980s pop music, she considers herself your average gal. Her favorite books to read are those with believable romances and characters that are easy to fall in love with. She only hopes she’ll be as good as some of her favorites one of these days.
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