The human blushed, a pretty pink dotting his high cheek bones. Humans were so expressive. “Thanks. I like yours, too.”
After putting his utensils on his plate, he toyed with his wine glass as he watched Quinn eat. “Your new clothes are quite fetching, but I can’t wait to take them off you.”
Quinn dropped his fork with a clatter and coughed. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he admonished in a teasing tone. “You’re going to make me choke.” He reached for his water.
“Sorry. I’m shameless, I know. Don’t you like your wine? I can get you beer if you prefer.”
“No, this is fine, thanks. I’m not used to drinking alcohol. I’m technically too young, remember?”
Alex huffed. “An inane law. Where I’m from, drinking isn’t given much thought.”
“Romania, right?” Quinn cut another piece of steak. “What’s it like there?”
He had no trouble coming up with honest answers. He’d spent a great deal of time in that country, having always returned to his point of landing, no matter what journeys he’d taken around the world. The Carpathian Mountains had seemed like home in the wake of not being able to leave the planet—the most familiar place in a foreign land.
“It can be beautiful in the mountains, which is where my family is from. The communist regime made it almost unbearable in the cities. I did a lot of traveling when I could and finally chose to come to the new world.”
That was a somewhat inaccurate statement. He’d visited America a few times, once to help counterbalance Dracul when he would have tipped the Revolution to the British and another when he would have made worse mischief during this country’s brutal civil war. Always, Alex had returned to his place of origin until Dracul’s meddling had almost engulfed the world in flames. The aftermath had left the serene area they’d hid in a dark and dismal place.
“Why Boston?”
The bright, cheerful boy sitting across from him had suffered loss, as well. Instead of wallowing in it, he was forging a new life with an obvious optimism that Alex found infectious.
He sat back and enjoyed watching Quinn eat. “I wanted somewhere near the sea, so unlike the mountains. The perfect change of pace, I suppose. Boston is a small city, far nicer in my opinion than New York or LA. I love living here.”
“And you have some family members with you. That must be nice.” If there was any self-pity in that question, the boy didn’t show it.
“Yes, having Val, Harry and Emil with me is like bringing a bit of home along.”
“Do you have family back in Romania? Your parents, siblings?”
“No. I’m an only child and my parents are both dead.” That was a lie, although a necessary one that he’d been telling humans for a thousand years. He tried not to think about his siblings and their parents, all likely still alive, yet lost to him forever.
“I’m sorry.” Quinn uttered the obligatory words of condolence as if he truly meant them. Then he sat back and gazed at Alex. “I think I’d better stop now. I don’t want to get too full.”
“No dessert? Emil left a chocolate mousse in my refrigerator.”
“Hmm, sounds delicious. Maybe later.” A sexy smile played across his lips. “Would you mind terribly if we moved on to the part of this amazing evening where we fuck?”
Alex fumbled his wine glass, the last drops spilling on the table cloth. How was it possible for this untried boy to unnerve him so? “I’d love nothing better.” He started to get up. He’d have to buy Quinn some new clothes because he was going to rip the ones he had on. His need had become that strong in seconds.
“Wait!” That single plea rooted Alex to his chair. “I-I’d like to try something, if that’s okay?”
Alex made himself relax. “Anything you want, dear boy.”
Pushing back, Quinn stood. His movements betrayed his nervousness. It didn’t matter. Alex was enthralled by all of it. He watched with hooded lids as the boy approached.
“Can you please turn your chair toward me and spread your legs?”
Alex did as asked and a low moan escaped his lips when Quinn kneeled before him. The human raised his small, delicate hands to lay them on top of Alex’s thighs. He slid them toward his crotch, where his dick had already hardened. It had been stiff throughout the dinner. Now it stood erect, pressing against the soft material of his slacks. He hissed when Quinn brushed against the edge of the rigid flesh.
Quinn licked his lips and, leaning in, put his mouth along the length of the rod. The warmth of his mouth seeped through to bathe those few inches of Alex’s cock that were being kissed. He cupped the back of Quinn’s head and pushed it forward to increase the pressure.
The boy fought the hold and pulled back. “Please. I don’t want to do it this way. I want to suck you for real.” He glanced up. “Please?”
Alex’s answer was another moan. He dropped his hand to his side. “Whatever you want. My body is yours to play with however you wish.” The invitation was sincere. He hadn’t been anything other than the instigator when it came to sex in forever. He practically quivered in anticipation of what the boy might do.
With somewhat clumsy movements, Quinn first unbuttoned Alex’s shirt and shoved it aside to expose his chest. Then he unbuckled Alex’s belt and undid his pants, tugging the zipper down with difficulty, given Alex’s rampant hard-on. He had to help the boy a bit to wiggle the material past his hips to give his cock the freedom to spring up. As he went commando, there was nothing else to get in their way.
Quinn seemed to like how the dick appeared easily. His mouth rounded into an O in surprise and delight before he brought it close enough to lick at Alex’s cockhead. The effort was tentative at first, Quinn exploring with flicks of his tongue along the smooth bulb. It was like being blown by a butterfly. Maddening. Alex had to grit his teeth and ball his fingers into fists. He didn’t want to rush the boy along.
Soon, the human became bolder, opening his mouth wide to suck. He slid down Alex’s dick inch-by-inch. He explored the underside of the shaft with his tongue, tickling that straining bundle of nerves right beneath the head. All the while, Quinn kept his hands on Alex’s thighs. He was gripping them for balance, no doubt, but Alex found that simple touch almost as erotic as the cock sucking. He unfurled his fingers to place his hands over the boy’s. He needed the contact and squeezed convulsively in response to the exquisite tension building inside his dick.
Quinn couldn’t take him in too far. Of course, he couldn’t. That human mouth was far too small and tight to accommodate the monster dick Alex housed between his legs. It hardly mattered. The artless blowjob was going to make him come soon with a force that he already knew would outshine others. There was something so intoxicating about being someone’s first.
When the boy pulled away, letting Alex’s cock slip out, Alex wanted to howl with disappointment. He made an aborted effort to grab that blond head and shove it back where it belonged. Instead, he clutched at Quinn’s hands hard enough to hurt, he’d bet.
“Sorry.” Quinn looked at him with his shiny, swollen lips. “Is it okay if I don’t suck you off? I’d like it if you’d fuck me.”
Alex let out a painful breath. “Whatever you want. Remember?”
Quinn smiled shyly. “Right.” He stood, drawing his hands free with a tug. Then he attacked the buttons of his nice, new shirt and stripped to the waist. The jeans, socks and loafers came next until, within less than a minute, the boy stood naked before him. His lovely pink skin was flushed with arousal. Those blue eyes were blown wide and his slender cock was standing stiff from his body. Alex had only a few seconds to admire the view before the boy returned to stand between his legs.
He held up a condom. “I hope you don’t mind that I bought my own supply.”
“Not at all.” The damn things were a nuisance, but it was hard to explain why Quinn didn’t need to worry about HIV or any other STD. Alex could neither contract nor transmit them. Later, when they’d solidified their relationship, he
would convince the boy that bare-backing was fine. For now, it was important that Quinn feel safe.
“Good.” He opened the foil packet with some difficulty but managed to roll it down Alex’s straining dick. “I got magnums,” the boy added with a shy grin. Then he climbed onto Alex’s lap. A grunt escaped Alex as Quinn settled with his legs straddling him. Hard cock bumped against hard cock. They both groaned.
Quinn wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck. “Is this okay?”
By way of answer, Alex clasped a hand around both dicks, using his natural speed because he had no patience to pretend slowness. “You have to stop asking that question. Everything with you is absolutely perfect.”
With that, his control did snap…utterly. He used his free hand to grab Quinn’s head and pull him in for a bruising kiss. He plunged his tongue into the same mouth that had so lovingly catered to his cock. He tried to put it where his dick hadn’t managed to go, reaching for Quinn’s throat and not quite making it. The boy swallowed convulsively from the invasion, yet there was no struggle or resistance. He took that as permission to continue.
While he ravaged the boy’s mouth, he ground their cocks together. He pumped his fist, jerking them with only Quinn’s pre-cum and some lube already on the condom to grease the way. It wasn’t enough, of course. Within seconds, he cupped Quinn’s ass. Then he slid two fingers down the crease and circled them around the boy’s hole. It quivered at his touch, yet it was too dry to enter. He needed to move them into the bedroom where he kept all the supplies. The idea of moving didn’t appeal to him, however.
He growled in frustration before the solution came to him. With reluctance, he let the taut ass go and groped around the table. Things clattered and clinked until he found what he needed. He dug his fingers into the butter dish and scooped a bit of the soft mass. He’d used this before. It was not as helpful as modern lube, but it would do.
Back to the hole he went, rubbing and pressing. Quinn moaned and clenched around the invading fingers. It didn’t take long to loosen the boy. At least, he hoped it was enough. He couldn’t wait any longer. Breaking the kiss because even he needed some air in his lungs, he used one hand to cup Quinn’s ass to lever him up. He let the boy’s cock go in order to maneuver his own over. Quinn clutched at Alex’s shoulders and helped position himself.
“Look at me.” Alex issued the soft order and a thrill shot up his spine when the boy complied. He stared at Alex with sultry eyes. “Are you ready?”
By way of answer, Quinn held his gaze and impaled himself on Alex’s dick. He seated himself to the hilt in one long slide. Alex’s sight winked out for a second, the pleasure being that intense, then he uttered an oath in Romanian.
“What?” Quinn’s expression turned impish. “Did you like that?”
Alex didn’t bother to answer. He just kissed Quinn again and rolled his hips to thrust shallowly into the boy’s tight heat. Quinn moaned and wrestled with Alex’s tongue. Then he began to ride Alex with a languid rhythm. Alex helped by cupping his ass for support, lifting and relaxing as needed. He used his greasy hand to jerk Quinn’s trapped dick.
It wasn’t going to take long. The climax built in Alex with dizzying speed. The way Quinn’s dick twitched within his grasp, he knew the boy was also close. Quinn pulled away suddenly, so he slowed his movements.
“Wait, please.” The boy’s breath labored. “I want to try something.”
Alex had no idea what he meant, but he did as asked and kept his hips stiller than they wanted to be. The only urge he had was to shove his cock in as deeply as possible. He’d promised Quinn he could do what he liked, so he sat and watched. Leaning back, the human reached over to the table and surprised him by grabbing Alex’s steak knife. Quinn twisted back to look at him.
“I want to do this for you.” Before Alex could fathom the boy’s meaning, let alone stop him, Quinn pricked his thumb. A bubble of bright, delicious blood welled up. Quinn tossed the knife onto the table and held up his offering.
It took Alex a millisecond of indecision and attempted self-control before he gave in to his baser instincts. He let go of Quinn’s cock and seized his hand instead. He engulfed the thumb with his mouth. The sweet explosion of blood on his tongue sent him flying. He slammed Quinn onto his dick at the same time as he bucked his hips.
From a distance, over the roaring in his ears, he heard the boy cry out. His cock surged in deep as it sent cum shooting into the condom. A splash of something warm hit his stomach. He homed in on all the sensations—the taste of blood, the exhilaration of orgasm and the pride of accomplishment in satisfying his lover.
His human lover who had just offered him the enormous gift of his own life’s blood.
* * * *
Quinn woke slowly, becoming aware that his soft, warm covers had been replaced with something harder and cooler that blanketed his body from head to toe. Firm lips pressed against his shoulder while silky hair tickled his face. Something much warmer and unyielding rode the crease of his ass.
Alex. He thought it, then said it on a sigh. “Alex.”
“Hmm. Sorry to wake you, love. I simply couldn’t resist any longer.”
Quinn’s own cock would have stiffened at the confession if it hadn’t been trapped between his body and the mattress. He wiggled his hips to create a gap, but his movement triggered Alex to press him more firmly. Quinn tried to protest his unfair confinement, except a giggle popped out rather than an admonishment. That silly sound morphed into a gasp when Alex shifted to push his dick inside Quinn’s hole.
The rod slid in so easily, like a heated knife through soft butter. That thought reminded him of how he’d instigated this endless night of passion by riding Alex’s lap. The makeshift lube had long been replaced by something made for the job. Once they’d both recovered from the explosive orgasm at the table, Alex had carried him into the bedroom. Quinn had no memory of it, though. He thought he’d must have passed out because his climax had been so intense.
The second and the third one had been no less so. Was it because of the blood?
Alex humped him with slow, shallow thrusts. His hole whispered mild complaints, having been used so thoroughly in such a short period of time. He ignored it. A little soreness in exchange for such exquisite pleasure was an easy trade to make. Being filled, stretched and claimed by Alex’s cock felt more ‘right’ than anything he’d ever experienced before. He wondered how he could ever live without it now.
All while he kept fucking Quinn, Alex kissed and sucked the ridge of Quinn’s shoulder and the base of his throat. The man did so love that part of him. When he scraped his teeth along the tendon of Quinn’s neck, the small bite of pain caused him to arch into the body covering his. He clenched his fingers around the sheet beneath him. The pads of two fingers and a thumb protested, mildly. The nicks he’d made to bleed for his lover were closed already. Alex must have given him a salve to help them heal, although Quinn couldn’t recall him doing so.
He only remembered how when the man had sucked the blood welling up each time, it had felt as if he was tugging on Quinn’s cock instead. He’d understood why Mackie liked this kind of kinky game. It was surprisingly erotic. He’d made the decision to cut himself just to please Alex. Enjoying it himself hadn’t figured into it but had been a wonderful surprise.
He shuddered as Alex’s cock dragged past his prostate and he clenched his hole to keep the dick inside. Alex chuckled, the sound vibrating against Quinn’s neck and down his spine. Then he thrust hard and deep and held still long enough to drive Quinn crazy. He clenched again in an undulating wave to taunt his lover into action. Alex reacted by driving home whatever bit of his cock there was left outside.
“Sweet boy. I set the pace, and I want this time to be slow so that I can savor every moment.”
His breath was cool against Quinn’s ear. Every inch of him was, except his dick. That hard piece of flesh was as hot as it was heavy—and long and thick. God. He loved Alex’s cock. But he didn’t like this t
easingly slow fuck.
He bucked again, a feeble movement given Alex’s weight and strength. “Not fair.” He sounded petulant to his own ears and didn’t care.
Alex chuckled once more. “Who said life is fair?”
Unclenching his fingers, he turned his hand, palm up. “Want another taste?”
“Oh, is that a bribe?”
“Will it work if I say yes?”
In answer, Alex slid his cock out and slammed it home again. Quinn cried out and trembled beneath his lover’s weight. His own cock was still trapped and it ached with the need for attention.
“Please!” he begged now, desperate for more. It was as if his three previous orgasms in just a few hours hadn’t happened. He craved pleasure, craved release.
With a quick movement that made Quinn’s head spin, Alex grabbed his hips and pulled him onto his knees. The man’s body split Quinn’s legs wide, but at least now his dick was free. Leaning on one arm, he reached for the shaft and pumped.
For all his slowness before, Alex morphed into a frenzy of fucking. He drilled Quinn’s ass with brutal thrusts. It was as if they were fucking for the first time that night, not the fourth. Quinn wasn’t the only one with an out-of-control need. Alex claimed his body with the kind of fervor he might expect after a long separation, when they hadn’t left each other’s side for hours. It made him feel not just claimed but cherished.
They finished together—a duet of agonized cries, jerking limbs and a coating of warm, sticky cum over his hand. They ended up tangled, side-by-side, and with Alex’s cock still embedded in Quinn’s ass.
Alex nuzzled the top of Quinn’s head. “Dearest boy, are you all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Quinn snuggled back to lodge the dick firmly inside him. “It was perfect.” He sighed.
Alex ghosted his fingers along Quinn’s hip. “Oh, the resilience of youth.” He pecked a kiss on his head. “I fear you’re not to be trusted in this. There will be no more fucking tonight.”
Quinn started to make a mewl of protest, but it morphed into a yawn, which only served to amuse Alex. “See? Now I’ve kept you up past your bedtime,” he teased. He wrapped his arm around Quinn’s waist. “Go to sleep.”
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