Page 43 of The Vampire's Receptionist
“Oh, f-fuu–” Kian’s curse cut out as he came, cock twitching so hard Dorian could feel it. He rocked a little, moaning as he rode out Kian’s climax, until Kian’s body went lax, and his own muscles gave up. He barely had enough mental capacity to roll to the side instead of crushing Kian beneath him. They were about even in size, but Kian was still recovering and didn't need Dorian on top of him right now.
They both lay panting, looking up at the ceiling as they fought to catch their breath. The polite thing to do would be to clean Kian up, but Dorian couldn’t muster the strength yet. He needed a minute after coming that hard.
“Did… Did someone come in?” Kian asked between breaths.
Annoyance flashed through him, and he growled automatically. He hadn’t thought to lock the door, because his friends agreed to give them privacy while he fed. They were on an entirely different floor, and Kian and Dorian weren’t being loud enough to warrant them to come check in. But from the scent he caught in the air, it wasn’t his friends who came inside without knocking. Whoever it was had been female.
“Easy, handsome. I’m sure it was an accident,” Kian teased.
“Proper etiquette dictates one knock before entering a room,” he grouched.
Kian outright laughed. “Goddess, it’s hilarious when you do that. You sound like you belong in the 1800s talking like that.”
Dorian scoffed. “I’ve been alive a lot longer than the 1800s.”
“So have I,” Kian countered with a smirk. “You don’t see me talking like that.”
His lips pursed against a frown. That was true for most of his friends as well. So Dorian was a little more formal than most. He happened to like that time period. It suited him.
He rolled his head to look Kian over again. “You’ve mentioned before that you’re older. You’ve never mentioned how old.”
Kian looked amused, raising an eyebrow at him. “Doesn’t proper etiquette ban you from asking that question?”
Technically… yes. He frowned. He really wanted to know. It was a piece of the puzzle that made up the gorgeous man beside him, and he found himself hoarding every bit of information he could get.
Something in his expression made Kian laugh, shaking his head. “Let’s just say I’m old enough to act better, but young enough to not give a shit about what people want.”
“That’s not helpful,” Dorian replied, narrowing his eyes at him. “Who was the governing power when you were born?”
Kian shrugged. “There wasn’t a single one at the time, but that’s happened more than once in our history.”
True. Empires rise and fall, after all. He tried again.
“What was the most important invention at the time?”
Kian’s face screwed up, and he gave Dorian an exasperated look. “I have no idea. Do you seriously know what year everything was invented?”
“When you’ve lived as long as I have, the years start to blend together. It’s easier for me to mark time by major events.” He let out a long sigh, turning to frown at the ceiling again. “It felt for a while like I was wasting my time, because I couldn’t remember it a few hundred years later. I needed a new way to connect.”
Rolling onto his side, Kian braced himself on one elbow, looking down at Dorian, who felt his cheeks flush. It felt as though he’d admitted too much, but it was the truth. At his age, he’d forgotten more than he could remember. Friends he’d once had were gone, replaced by new ones who would disappear with time as well.
Warmth spread through his chest as Kian settled his hand there, giving him comfort. “I’ve lost track of how old I am. I was raised to adulthood in the fae realm where time flows differently from here, so I’m not exactly sure. I stopped caring after a while. I’m nowhere near the oldest person alive, most of my father’s family is much older than I am. I try not to let myself get too caught up in the numbers. I feel young. I choose to live my life like I am.”
It wasn’t the answer Dorian was expecting. If he did a little research on the way time moved in the fae realm, Kian’s age might actually match up with Dorian’s. None of his friends could boast that, not even Ozen, who was the oldest after him.
Kian’s lips twitched into a smirk. “If you tell Harlem how old I am, I’ll make you regret it. I’m not nearly as nice as you are. Old as dirt comments will be met with extreme reactions.”
Dorian huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “He truly is a brat. I feel the need to get back at him somehow for always teasing me about my age. I’ve never been very good at pranks, though, so I’m unsure how.”
Kian’s smirk grew into something more feline, full of mischief. Dorian felt a little like he’d just offered him a treat. He thought about warning Harlem, but a part of him was curious about how things would turn out. Kian wasn’t cruel, he wouldn’t do anything to harm Harlem. He wanted to see how things would go.
“Do you wish to help me?” he queried with a knowing smirk.
“Abso-fucking-lutely, I do,” Kian grinned.
Dorian had to get back to work eventually. It was unfortunate, but Kian looked sleepy and sated and agreed to take a nap aftertheir romp. When he said he’d need the energy for his next feeding, Dorian felt all his blood rush south. It took serious self control to walk away. This wasn’t the first time he’d slept with a feeder, it happened on occasion if the spark was there, but it was the first time he felt euphoric from the act. Feeding was merely a means of sustaining himself. It never made him hot before. But it felt a little like Kian’s pleasure flowed into Dorian as he fed, making them both hot and bothered by the act.
He intended to look into that later. It was beginning to feel more and more like his current issues with feeding were tied to Kian, despite evidence stating otherwise. He just wasn’t sure how.
