Full Moon Dating Isaiah and Jameson

by Julia Talbot

  “So don’t. Don’t think. Breathe. Feel.”

  “I can’t. I can feel, I mean.”

  He drew Isaiah in deeper, kissing harder, forcing his boy to focus.

  Isaiah went still, opening up to let him take anything he wanted, and he took the offer, plundering his boy’s mouth. He pressed Isaiah back, really holding him down, testing his strength.

  For being small and lean, his boy was strong, making him fight for it.

  How fucking exciting was that?

  He nibbled Isaiah’s collarbone and got a soft cry for his troubles. Touch starved with a love for biting. Would Isaiah crave a hard spanking too?

  Could his boy understand the freedom there?

  Jameson was giddy at the very thought. “You make my palm itch, Isaiah.”

  Isaiah frowned. “Your what?”

  He held out his hand. “My palm.”

  Isaiah leaned over and licked his hand.

  He laughed out loud, delighted. “I want to apply it to your ass, sweet.”

  “Nonsense. We don’t do that.”

  “We who?” Such odd notions.

  “We us. Vampires. There are rules, Jameson.”

  “Good thing I don’t know them.” He pinched Isaiah’s hip.

  Isaiah gasped and bucked, pushing into his fingers. “Be nice.”

  “I am. I am being nicer to you than anyone in your life.” He did it again. Harder. “I swear.”

  Ere now everyone had touched Isaiah with kid gloves. That served his boy not at all. He needed a firm hand and some undivided attention. Fortunately, Jameson had both.

  And he had someone to hold that interest, because Isaiah was the most amazing thing he’d known in decades.

  “What do I do now?” Isaiah’s words gave him an opening.

  “Let me show you.” He wasn’t going to ask. That was an order.

  “Don’t let me hurt you.” Sweet baby.

  “Never.” He rolled up to sitting, then tugged Isaiah in for one more kiss. Then he pressed his new lover down over his lap face first.

  “Jameson! What are you doing?”

  “I told you my hand was itching, sweet. I’m not one to waste time. You need this.” He rubbed that taut little ass.

  “But…”

  “Butt indeed. A lovely one.”

  Isaiah wiggled. “This feels very strange.”

  He could imagine. Soon it would feel very heated. The skin there was so pale, so fine. God, he needed to do justice to that ass.

  Isaiah began to melt, relax over his thigh.

  Jameson continued to soothe, rubbing, stroking, lulling Isaiah into a sense of security.

  Then he began to tap, slowly building heat, warming his boy all through. He used the flat of his hand, not slapping, just raising it up and letting it come down as if he were keeping time to some inner music.

  Isaiah sighed softly and snuggled into his thighs. Already he was getting what he needed. Time to step up the tempo.

  He snapped his hand more sharply, and Isaiah gasped, wiggling on his lap.

  Jameson picked one cheek, hand rising and falling as he spanked in even slaps. He watched the skin pink up, knowing it took so much more to draw blood to the surface of vampire skin.

  The softest cries filled the air, and Jameson wanted to drink each one up. He loved those sounds, savoring them, because they spoke of pleasure. “Sweet baby. You want more?”

  “I—yes?” His boy sounded wrecked.

  “That’s it, Isaiah. Yes, please.” Jameson slapped the other cheek. Isaiah gasped, the sound raw and loud. “Say it. Yes please, or I’ll stop.”

  “Y-yes, please.”

  “I knew you would learn so damn fast. Such a gorgeous boy.” His baby was hard as a rock, ass bright pink and hot. So fucking beautiful. Lovely.

  He rubbed for a moment, feeling how Isaiah glowed. His boy’s ass burned, heated and perfect under his hand.

  He’d known this would be the most amazing thing the minute he saw Isaiah. He was in so deep.

  Jameson dropped his hand down, thumb stroking the wrinkled skin between Isaiah’s balls and hole.

  “Oh!” Isaiah arched up, body bowing the wrong direction. “Stop.”

  He stopped immediately, frowning. “Isaiah?”

  “No. I mean. Don’t stop. I just don’t know.”

  Ah. Good. “I would never do anything you don’t truly want, love. We’ll need to talk about that.”

  “I don’t…I don’t want to talk right now.”

  “No, I don’t either, sweet. I want to touch you here.” He pressed again with his finger, and this time Isaiah arched beautifully. He circled that little hole, massaging and teasing. Look how Isaiah quivered for him. “One day you’ll hold yourself open and beg me to whip you here, you know. Beg me to make this little hole red and swollen.”

  Isaiah gasped, going still again. “You can do that?”

  “We can. Together.”

  “I— you terrify me. I want you.” So brave.

  “I’m yours.” Surely Isaiah knew that.

  Isaiah wiggled, as enticing as any experienced courtesan, despite the innocence of the move.

  “Mmm…lovely.” He stroked again, petting that tiny hole.

  “What are you going to do now?” Isaiah asked, voice strained.

  “I’m going to make you come, baby.”

  “Oh.” That tiny sound made Jameson shiver.

  He grinned, because his boy was just right there. Already on the edge.

  “Will this be your first time?”

  “With another person. Yes.”

  “Mmm. I like the idea of you touching yourself. Someday you’ll do it so I can watch.” He needed something slick. He really hadn’t planned wisely. At all.

  He shrugged mentally before licking his fingers. That would work in a pinch.

  “You are a wicked man.” Isaiah pushed up, rocking on his legs.

  “Am I? You make me think amazing things.”

  “You are. You make me want to break the rules.”

  “Good.” He flicked that glowing ass with his free hand.

  Isaiah gasped, almost bucking off his lap. So sensitive. This was a wonderland, and everything was new to Isaiah. Jameson relished the role of teacher here. His boy was primed to learn, eager and ready.

  He slid his finger inside that tight little opening, feeling muscles tighten in protest. Or anticipation.

  “Breathe and let me in.”

  “I’m trying.” Isaiah laughed a tiny bit, which helped a little.

  He needed oil and a bed. He wanted Isaiah on his hands and knees, so he could see everything. “Come with me.”

  Isaiah blinked at him as he stood his boy up. “What?”

  “We’re going to bed.” He stood, lifting Isaiah with him, hoping he impressed a little, even though all vamps had effortless strength built in.

  “Bed.” Isaiah hummed and wrapped around him. “You’re warm.”

  “I’m excited. Always heats things up.” A little blood never hurt either.

  “Excited. I am too. I want…things I shouldn’t.”

  “Nothing is forbidden here. An angel chose me for you.” Maybe a fallen one…

  “He did. He trusts you.” Isaiah leaned hard, snuggling with him.

  “Mmm. And you, as well.” He hugged Isaiah tightly, then slapped the hot butt cheek nearest him.

  Isaiah groaned, teeth threatening his shoulder.

  “You bite when I say you can, love. Not before.” He pinched where he’d slapped. “On your knees on the bed.”

  “I thought I was supposed to be the boss?”

  “Out there, yes. In here, I think you need this.” He waited, hands at his side. No more touching until Isaiah did as told.

  “What do you need?”

  “I crave this. Control. Need. Someone I can take beyond what they think is their limits.” Intimacy. Trust.

  “I see.”

  Jameson wasn’t sure Isaiah did. It didn’t matter. He would trus
t this connection, trust that his friend had sent him here for a reason. Isaiah fascinated him. “On the bed.”

  Isaiah climbed up on his bed, sitting up near the headboard, chin on his knees.

  “Have we lost the mood?” Jameson asked gently. This had to be a little scary.

  “No. No, I want to know.”

  “Good.” He climbed on the bed, knowing he needed to kiss and soothe a second.

  Isaiah was responding beautifully, so giving and strong already. He would glow with peace when he found his subspace.

  Isaiah relaxed against him, humming under his breath as Jameson drew him in to cradle him. “I have you, sweet,” Jameson said, kissing along that sharp jaw.

  “Your clothes are soft,” Isaiah whispered. “Not as soft as mine, though.”

  “Are they itchy?” He sat back to unbutton his shirt.

  “No, I love the softest clothes. My skin is tender.”

  “I imagine so.” He’d heard born vampires were a lot like Romanoffs or something. Lots of things made vampires didn’t have to worry on. “I’m going to discover all the ways I can make your skin sing.”

  “My butt may never recover,” Isaiah said with a wry dose of humor.

  “Listen to you! Was that a joke?”

  “Hush you.”

  Laughing, he reached down to slide a hand under said ass. “We’ll see what we can do. Do you want to help me with the rest of my clothes?”

  “I think it’s only fair. You’ve seen me.”

  Lying back, he arched up. “Take my pants off, then.”

  “Please?” Isaiah was already working open his fly.

  He chuckled. “Now.”

  Isaiah’s laugh was soft, and the touches to his skin were like butterfly kisses. Sweet. Tentative.

  He wanted to be the one to give Isaiah confidence.

  Together they might be unstoppable. He lifted his hips again to let Isaiah slide off the fabric, then watched his cock spring free. Would Isaiah try to touch it?

  “You’re big. You want me.” Isaiah stroked the tip.

  “I am. You’re amazing, Isaiah. Soon you’ll learn to ask permission for what you want from me.”

  Isaiah looked at him. “Permission?”

  “Mmmhmm. I want you to, but I told you. I like control.” He waited for Isaiah to process that.

  “Yes. Of course. See? We’re not so different.” Isaiah pulled back after patting his cock.

  “No? I think you crave being able to let go. To have someone else take the reins.”

  “I’ll get better. I will.” Isaiah blushed, eyes flaring for a second. “You’re not going to tell on me, are you?”

  “No.” He took Isaiah’s hand. “I’m here for you. Just you.”

  “I promise to make sure you’re taken care of.”

  “I want you to be here too. Don’t run from me.” It was time to get back to what they needed, so he guided Isaiah to his hands and knees.

  Isaiah’s eyes went wide, but the heat flared back up.

  Yes. That was it. He slapped that ass a few times, just to get a rhythm going.

  “No more.” Isaiah groaned and pushed his ass back toward Jameson.

  “I would never give you more than you could take, sweet. I swear.” He stroked, then poked that wee hole again.

  “You swear…” Isaiah’s thighs spread, balls swinging.

  “I do. This not just about me. It’s about us.” He could just reach his kit bag if he stretched out his free hand.

  “I’m so—lost.”

  Jameson understood completely. Isaiah’s universe was upside down. He needed an anchor. A focus.

  “Shh. Just feel me. Feel this inside you.” He coated his fingers in lube before slipping one inside Isaiah’s body.

  “Oh. Oh…” Isaiah sank his upper body into the mattress.

  “You’re tight. So glorious. You’re going to squeeze me until I shout.” He almost couldn’t breathe now. Honestly. There was a bond there that would keep him in this world forever.

  Harve was a genius. And a good friend.

  Isaiah began to lean back, take his finger actively. He wasn’t going to argue, so he pushed in, then pulled back, controlling the motion.

  “I—More?” The soft request made his balls throb.

  “Yes. More.” He pressed two fingers inside. Deep.

  “Oh.” Isaiah sucked in a breath, ass tightening around him.

  “Umm. You’re just delicious, sweet. I can smell you.”

  “That-that’s good. So good.” Isaiah’s words came in little pants.

  “It is, hmmm? It can get better.” He rubbed Isaiah’s ass with his other hand. “You can take so much more.”

  “More?” Goddess, that little shock made him dizzy.

  “Indeed. So much more. Someday I’ll put my entire hand in you.” Let Isaiah ponder that.

  “Never…Oh…” Isaiah’s body tightened around his fingers like a fist.

  “I will.” He rubbed and pinched with one hand, then pushed and spread with the other. Isaiah needed to be good and ready for his cock. He intended to take everything his boy could give.

  And vice versa.

  He applied a bit more lube so he could get a lovely glide in and out, slick and perfect. The sight of his fingers disappearing in that tight, virginal hole made him want to bite. In fact, Jameson snapped his teeth, his fangs cutting his lower lip.

  Isaiah groaned. “Be nice…”

  “I’m not feeling nice.” He pulled back. Should he go to three? He added more slick and pressed in, spreading his boy wide.

  “Oh. Ohhhhh.” The long, drawn out exhale made him feel like a god.

  “That’s three, boy. My cock is next.”

  “Please. I want you. All of you.” The soft words made his balls draw up.

  That was all he could take, so Jameson pulled his fingers out. He didn’t have to worry about condoms, so all he had to do was line up. “Breathe, boy.”

  Isaiah whimpered, inhaling deep.

  “That’s it.” He moved forward, the tip popping inside Isaiah, which was almost enough to make him shoot. He barked out a wild cry, and Isaiah groaned for him.

  Jameson gritted his teeth, then pressed on, and in, sliding home until his hips were flush with Isaiah’s ass. In. All the way.

  “I feel you.” Isaiah moaned. “I feel you everywhere.”

  “Inside and out, love.” Isaiah had to feel the bond as well. It was growing in leaps and bounds. Even he could almost see it; it was a fierce wild light connecting them.

  Jameson moved, starting a slow, back and forth rhythm. All the way to the hilt, then to barely inside. Isaiah took him, every inch, body warm and pliant beneath him. So good, and all he had to do was rock and roll. “Mine.”

  He whispered the word, but he meant it, to the bone.

  “Yes.” Isaiah arched, slamming back against him until he grabbed the back of Isaiah’s neck to hold him still.

  His lover’s ass clenched around him so tightly that he couldn’t breathe. Good thing it was only mandatory every so many minutes for their kind.

  He arched, pushing down harder, slamming in deeper. This wasn’t about control anymore. This was about making a connection.

  This was about hearing his sweet boy scream.

  Jameson knew he would have that soon. Very soon.

  “Mine,” he growled, the sound filling the air.

  Isaiah’s answer was to grip him tighter, squeezing down. He bit down on his lower lip with his fangs, knowing the scent of blood would madden Isaiah.

  Isaiah pushed into him, rocking back and demanding more. Such a pushy little one, and so ready to be used and pleasured.

  He snapped his teeth in the air, threatening.

  That earned him a low, happy little groan, a squeeze. This one was never going to stop surprising him.

  “I know, sweet. You want that bite. Want the animal heat of it.”

  Isaiah whimpered, low and soft. “I—”

  “Let go. You can’t h
urt me.” Isaiah would believe it someday soon.

  “Let go…” Isaiah’s body rippled around him.

  “Yes, love. Just let everything go and feel me.” He murmured the words over and over, slamming home every time.

  His hips whacked against Isaiah’s burning ass. He smacked one hip hard, urging them on.

  “Jameson!” The cry was sharp, wild, and perfect.

  “More? I will give whatever you need.” He did it again and again.

  “More…more. Please.”

  Yes! That was progress. Hell, that was the hottest thing ever.

  Jameson caught Isaiah by the chest and dragged him upright on his cock, driving into that lean body with the curve of Isaiah’s throat right there by his teeth.

  Isaiah all but screamed for him, clutching at anything he could reach, whether his thighs or the fabric under him. Fucking perfect.

  Jameson bit down, a rush of blood splashing on his tongue, filling his lips with pure lightning. Everything rushed in, static filling him, making him groan.

  He reached around to stroke Isaiah off, and his hand connected, just a little too hard. The slap was audible, but the seed hitting his hand was perfect, somehow warm as a human’s.

  “That’s it, sweet. So good. Gonna really ride you now.” He could be violent in the middle of his storm. Jameson began to fuck Isaiah in earnest, driving toward completion.

  Isaiah took him, every inch, then begged him for more, wild in the basket of his hips.

  Lords above and below, how had he gotten so lucky? Oh, right. Harve. He laughed, the sound wild and joyous, then threw his head back to roar as he came.

  He floated back to earth, his arms wrapped around his sweet, trembling boy. Jameson licked at the bloody spot on Isaiah’s neck to close the wound. “You make me proud,” he murmured.

  Isaiah whimpered softly, turning to hide in his arms.

  “Shhh. You’re wondrous. You needed that so badly.” He licked and lapped at Isaiah’s ear, tracing the earlobe. “And you can have it. Over and over again.”

  “I-I just… I don’t know what to say.”

  No, he imagined not. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just rest.” Jameson thought it had been a long time since Isaiah had really been able to relax. “I’ll watch over you.”

  “I—Are you sure?” Isaiah melted against him.