Page 111 of Caller of Crows
When he reached the edge of the bed, he struggled to get his shirt off over the splint on his arm. In a second, though, Altair was by his side, helping him, his cool fingers trailing against Sven's skin, teasing. Sven tugged him forward by his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. Their tongues slid together as Altair pressed his body against Sven, and Sven couldn't help but moan into the vampire's mouth. God, he loved the feel of Altair's strength against his own body. And the way Altair touched him, firm and possessive, his hands mapping the naked skin of Sven's torso before traveling lower to cup his ass and squeeze hard enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"I want to suck you," Sven muttered into Altair's ear. "Want to feel your dick throb in my mouth."
His pants grew tight and uncomfortable as his cock ached at the mere thought. Altair growled. The sound went straight to Sven's balls, and he quickly undid his belt. Altair watched him intently, eyes filled with desire.
"Clothes off. Now," Sven urged as he pushed his jeans down.
Without another word, Altair stepped away from Sven and tore off his clothes. It didn't take the vampire long to stand in front of Sven in nothing more than his boxer briefs, the outline of his erect shaft very obvious under the black fabric. Sven's gaze fixed on it, and he licked his lips. Damn, the vampire had a magnificent cock. "Get rid of the boxers too," he ordered.
Altair lifted an eyebrow. "Giving me orders now, Sven?"
Sven grinned, reaching out to stroke his fingers over the bulge in the vampire's shorts. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
Altair's lips curled up into a dark smile. "You're hot when you're being demanding." He shoved down his boxers. "Is this what you wanted?" He cocked his hips toward Sven and wrapped one large hand around his thick shaft.
Sven sucked in a breath at the sight. "Fuck yeah."
He dropped onto his knees on the floor, leaning closer to the vampire's groin and inhaling the heavy scent of arousal surrounding them. Without wasting any more time, he moved forward and ran his tongue up Altair's shaft, tracing the veins on it, delighting in the low growl coming from Altair. He'd never had another man's cock in his mouth, but damn, he loved the taste of it. Especially Altair's. "You like that?" he murmured, darting his tongue against the sensitive slit.
The muscles in Altair's thighs tensed briefly under Sven's palms and Altair tangled one hand in Sven's hair.
Encouraged by the gesture, Sven licked along the length of Altair's erection once more before sucking it into his mouth, taking the head past his teeth and rolling his tongue around its ridge.
A low moan escaped Altair, and he fisted Sven's hair tighter. "Sven…" He gently rocked his hips forward, forcing his dick deeper into Sven's mouth. "More."
Sven would have liked to smile around the stiff flesh, but his lips were stretched wide by the girth of Altair's cock. He relaxed his throat as much as he could and then sucked harder, working his mouth over the velvety skin, moaning at the feel of it pushing into him, thrusting farther in.
When Altair's hand began to move in his hair, directing him to bob up and down, Sven gave himself over to the pleasure of the moment, closing his eyes and letting Altair fuck his mouth, giving him total control. A loud groan spilled from Altair's throat as he held Sven's head still and jerked his hips fast and shallow, careful not to trigger Sven's gag reflex as he pumped himself between his lips.
God, that felt good, having Altair holding him, fucking his mouth. Sven palmed his cock through the thin material of his boxers, unable to remain still.
"Getting hard from blowing me?" Altair purred, rubbing himself against Sven's lips before driving forward again. "You love my cock in your mouth, don't you?" He pushed Sven down until Sven's nose was buried in his pubic hair and the tip of his cock tickled the back of Sven's throat.
Sven swallowed convulsively around it and Altair groaned, pulling out slightly and pushing back inside the ring of his lips in slow, controlled motions. His fangs were visible now, the tips pressing into his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed on Sven, eyes half-lidded and flashing crimson. The sight sent a rush of heat to Sven's balls.
He squeezed himself and moaned as Altair resumed his previous rhythm. His cock slid between Sven's lips again and again as he rocked his hips, and when his fingers clenched tightly in Sven's hair and his movements grew jerkier and more desperate, Sven knew he was close. He cupped the vampire's sac with his good hand, gently running his thumb along Altair's balls.
"Sven!" Altair slowed down, almost holding himself entirely still for a moment before thrusting forward hard. Then he released a deep moan that sent shivers through Sven's body as he started shooting his cum down his throat.
Sven eagerly gulped down what he could, relishing the taste of his vampire, then sucked at the softening shaft until the last drops were drained from Altair. As soon as his breathing calmed down, Altair pushed Sven onto the bed and lowered himself to kneel between Sven's thighs.
"Now it's my turn," he whispered, and the sheer need in that one sentence had Sven's cock straining against the confines of his boxers.
Altair wasted no time before tugging Sven's underwear off him, revealing his dick, which stood proudly in the air, fully erect, precum leaking from its tip. With a smug smile, he wrapped his hand around Sven's shaft and stroked slowly.
"Alt…" Sven gasped at the feel of those strong fingers brushing up his length, circling the swollen head of his erection and then sliding back down. Every cell in his body burned, and his heart pounded loudly in his ears. He needed release.
"You really did love sucking my cock," Altair murmured huskily. He nuzzled Sven's neck, planting tiny kisses and licks against the tender flesh as his fingers worked their magic on Sven's erection. When he reached down to fondle Sven's balls with his other hand, Sven almost came right there.
"Please," he whispered, desperately bucking up into Altair's fist.
The vampire chuckled softly and scraped one elongated fang across Sven's neck. "Begging me? And here I thought you wanted to be in command tonight."
Sven couldn't manage a coherent response, but luckily, Altair didn't seem to expect one, because he gripped Sven's dick firmly and brought it up to his lips. "Hold very still," Altair warned, and Sven shuddered as his erection disappeared into the wet warmth of the vampire's mouth, the tight suction almost too intense for him to handle. And when the blunt edges of Altair's fangs grazed his flesh ever so lightly, he gasped in a mixture of shock and arousal.
If Sven lost control of himself and bucked his hips unexpectedly… He'd probably get nicked. And while that thought should have put Sven off, the thrill of danger had the opposite effect on him. It went straight to Sven's aching balls, making his toes curl and his pulse race as he fought for self-control.
For long moments, Altair held him in his mouth, gently massaging his balls, but not moving at all. The lack of friction was killing Sven, and he barely bit back a whimper as Altair finally started licking him.
