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“My little fashionista.” Alexei tugged them off anyway, tossing them onto the kitchen floor.

He paused there again, looming over Jay, now naked on the counter, taking in all the smooth, creamy skin on display. It didn’t matter how often Jay exposed him to cozy nudity; Alexei would never not be ravenous at the sight of it.

Alexei wrapped his hands around the backs of Jay’s thighs, lifting them and encouraging Jay to lean back on his elbows.

Jay’s breath hitched as he complied. “Here?”

“Mm. Right here, kitten. We’re absolutely starving for you.”

Alexei proceeded to eat Jay out thoroughly, mercilessly. Devouring his hole, drinking in the whimpers and sighs and high-pitched cries, making sure to praise his perfect vampire for being so good for him.

“I’m not—I’m not doing anything though,” Jay protested at one point, as he always did when Alexei praised him for pillow princess behavior. Another one of their little games.

Alexei speared him with his tongue, getting distracted and sloppy with it, before remembering to answer. “Oh, but you are. You’re letting me please you, letting me love on you. And you’re doing it perfectly, kitten. So greedy and desperate. You taste so good, sweetheart.”

Alexei reveled in the surge of heightened pleasure he could feel rush through Jay at his words, the way Jay’s muscles relaxed in his hands.

Normally Alexei could—and did—do this part for hours. Taking Jay to the brink again and again before searching for any relief for himself. But there was a frantic edge underneath his own desire this time. Jay was right; Sergei’s visit had brought a reminder that Alexei’s life could have been so different. If he hadn’t come to Hyde Park. If he hadn’t walked into Death by Coffee that day.

He reared back, grabbing the lube out of the cabinet drawer (he’d learned to always be prepared when it came to Jay). “Need to be inside you now, baby.”

Jay held his own legs back now, folding himself in half, because he was just that perfect. “Yes. Yes. Always, Alexei.”

Alexei sank into his mate, into that perfect heat, and it felt like it always did—like coming home.

He hooked Jay’s legs around his waist, leaning over fully to press their foreheads together as he buried himself fully to the hilt. “I love you. So much.”

He could feel Jay’s answering smile against his lips. “Love you, Alexei.”

Alexei and his beast were both soothed by that, and he set an easier rhythm than he’d been expecting, rolling his hips in long, slow, deep strokes, taking pleasure in the soft, happy sighs Jay breathed into his mouth, the slight hitch in his breath every time Alexei bottomed out.

But Jay was a greedy little thing at heart, and eventually he tugged at Alexei’s hips with his legs, urging him to pick up the pace. “Please?”

“Oh, my perfect, needy mate.”

Alexei gave him what he wanted, losing himself in shorter, faster, almost frantic thrusts, rocking their bodies together on the counter. He palmed the back of Jay’s head, bringing his mouth to Alexei’s neck. “Come on, kitten. Let those fangs out.”

Alexei craved this sometimes. Him and his beast both. To be consumed by Jay, an echo of the thrill of those early feedings, when Alexei’s blood had the power to nourish him.

Jay sank his teeth in with a little growl, and fresh heat shot down Alexei’s spine at the contact. He stroked Jay’s hair, murmuring his pleasure at every gulp of blood.

It wasn’t long before Jay broke off with a gasp. “Touch me, please, Alexei. Gonna come. Gonna—”

Alexei grasped Jay’s leaking cock with one hand, stroking it to the same rhythm as his hips, helping his perfect, beautiful mate find his release, willing his own to hold back until then.

Jay cried out, head thrown back. With the first spurt of wetness against his fist, Alexei groaned low, hips stuttering as he bit into Jay’s taut neck, drinking his own reward in turn.

Alexei stayed in place afterward, having learned his lesson about withdrawing his softened cock from Jay too soon (and it was always up to Jay to declare what constituted too soon). They passed the time with long, thorough kisses, each of them licking the taste of the other out of their mouths, until there was nothing left but saliva, not a speck of coppery deliciousness to be found.

“What should we do first, of all your plans?” Alexei murmured against Jay’s lips.

Jay tightened his hold, his legs still wrapped around Alexei’s hips. “Let’s just hold each other for a while longer. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds perfect, kotyonok. Absolutely perfect.”

Epilogue

Jay

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