Page 82 of Ever Dark Academy: Vol. 1

Good man, Balthazar. Prepared for everything.

He grabbed the tube of lubricant and padded his way back out to the bedroom. He stopped dead when he saw Ryder lying on his back on the bed--completely nude--legs spread, right hand playing with his cock and left hand twisting his own nipple.

“You’re trying to kill me.” Grayson reached down and squeezed his own cock through his pants to stop from cumming.

Ryder laughed delightedly and crooked a finger for him to come near. “I want your mouth on me, Grayson, then your pretty cock in me.”

“You really are trying to kill me. Death by orgasm. What a way to go.” Grayson grabbed the wine bottle and took a large swig of it while Ryder grinned at him. As he put a knee on the bed, he paused though and said, “You want to stop, you just say and we stop. You don’t like something, you tell me. No questions asked. No disappointment. It’s all good.”

Ryder studied his face. “You understand what it is like to be dangerous to your partner.”

It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Grayson nodded, unwilling to speak of his past adventures. How he’d lost control once and never again. Never, ever again.

But I can let go a little here. I can. Ryder is strong. He’s not going to be afraid of me.

“I’ll tell you. And you will do the same, yes?” Ryder asked.

Grayson nodded. “I’m open to most anything with you. I want to do everything with you.”

He was surprised by how easily those statements rolled off of his lips. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his desires. It was the eagerness and the surety that he could open himself fully to them that surprised him.

Ryder just smiled and gave a nod.

The man has over 400 years of experience. He’s probably seen and done everything. So I just need to give him a good time. And have one myself.

“Lube. I will prepare myself as I have a feeling you will need to be inside of me in a hurry.” Ryder made grabby hands at the lubricant.

Grayson tossed it to him. Another swig of wine and then he was shimmying out of his pants. He cock ached as it hit the cooler air of the room. Ryder’s eyes immediately went to it and there was a flare of silver light in them. But then he was spreading his thighs and reaching between them for his opening. Grayson’s mouth was so dry. More wine. Much more wine.

Ryder slicked two fingers with the clear lubricant. He reached between his thighs, sliding his feet up, and sliding his pointer finger--slick with lube--over his anus. Those glistening fingers thrust inside of that pink ring of muscle. Grayson wobbled. He caught himself on the bed. Ryder grinned at him.

“You look a little out of control there,” Ryder said.

His first finger wiggled inside of him up to the knuckle. In and out. Thrusting. Ryder moaned and let his head fall back on the mound of pillows. They would smell like him--like them--after tonight. Grayson would be able to turn his head and the scent of Ryder would fill his nose.

It doesn’t have to just be one night. It won’t be just one night.

Ryder put a second finger inside himself. He pushed them all the way up to the root, groaning. His cheeks flushed and his pupils expanded.

A third finger and they were all moving in and out, stretching him. He spread those fingers wide and let out a hiss of pleasure-pain. Grayson imagined that it was his cock instead of those fingers inside of this powerful, amazing body. This Vampire’s perfect form. He shivered and his cock jerked.

“Mouth. On me,” Ryder demanded in a husky, deep voice.

He swallowed another mouthful of wine before he set the bottle aside. He clambored up onto the bed and covered that moaning mouth. He let the wine pass into Ryder’s mouth. The Vampire sucked his tongue in as well. Then he was kissing down Ryder’s chin and his throat. He kissed the soft skin of the hollow and let his tongue linger over the right nipple.

Grayson was looking for differences. Did a Vampire taste different? Yes. There was that hint of something more that he couldn’t figure out. Did a Vampire’s skin warm or did it stay cold? It warmed. Ryder was hot. Grayson’s tongue danced along that heated, flushed skin. He kissed and licked down the hills and valleys of muscle in Ryder’s stomach until he reached the beginnings of the treasure-trail of hair that led to his cock.

He felt that straining cock painting lines of precum over his bare stomach and chest as he moved. Grayson resisted the urge to run his fingers over the wet trail and lick his fingers clean. No, he wanted to taste Ryder first from the source.

Those dark, tight curls of air were perfumed with Ryder’s male musk. Grayson pressed his nose against them and breathed in. Ryder. Unadulterated. Then he was at the base of Ryder’s cock, which was as big as the rest of him.

Perfectly proportioned.

Grayson almost giggled. This monster of a cock made him almost wish he was bottoming this first time. It was long and thick and flushed dark purple. He’d need a hell of a lot more stretching before he could have accepted that member inside of him without pain. Even with plenty of stretching, it would still hurt a little bit. But that was all right. Pain and pleasure were twins during sex.

He licked the furry balls that were already tight against Ryder’s body. He shivered again at the greater amount of that taste. Then he slowly followed the prominent vein on the back of Ryder’s cock. The Vampire let out a hiss and a quick glance upwards showed those silver eyes were hooded and glowing.

Grayson mouthed the turgid member. The taste increased and he found himself licking it like it was a savory lollipop. When he reached the top, there was a pool of precum sitting in the slit. He lightly ran his tongue along that opening, scooping up the cream and swallowing it. His eyelids shut and he experienced a whole body shudder.

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