Page 27 of Caller of Crows
A moment later, Sven's grip on Altair's hair tightened.
"Fuck," he gasped, bucking his hips again. "Altair…"
"Look at me," Altair ordered, pulling back.
Sven's gaze locked with his. The sight of Sven staring at him like that, his pupils dilated and his breathing ragged with need sent a jolt of lust through Altair.
It took all his willpower to pull back and then slip off the bed to pull a bottle of lube from one of the drawers. He returned to the bed and looked at Sven.
"How many men have you been with?" he asked.
Sven shook his head, refusing to answer.
Just as well, Altair could take the information from his mind.
He leaned over and gripped Sven's chin, tilting his head back.
"Don't look away," Altair warned, his voice firm.
Sven's gaze darted to his, and for a moment, Altair felt the walls between them rise back up. Altair considered biting him again, but then Sven let out a slow breath, and his resistance crumbled once more.
"One," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Altair quirked an eyebrow, surprised by the answer. "You seem awfully experienced," he said.
"I've watched a lot of porn," Sven muttered, looking away.
Altair was tempted to chuckle, but he stopped himself. "That's one way to get experience."
"You got plenty of practice, I'm sure," Sven said, his tone biting. "How old are you, grandpa?"
"Old enough to know what I'm doing," Altair said, meeting Sven's gaze while he pulled off his own clothes. Predictably, the mortal's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Altair's naked body.
Altair moved over him, running his tongue over Sven's lips and tasting them, his own cock hardening further as Sven opened his mouth to let him in. At the same time, Sven's fingers dug into his shoulder blades, his nails scraping Altair's skin and betraying his need.
Altair pressed closer, his erection against Sven's, and Sven groaned into the kiss. Altair let his hand slip down between them, pressing the head of his cock against Sven's hole.
Sven's breath hitched at the sensation.
"You're tense," Altair said, prodding Sven's entrance with his fingers.
"I don't… I haven't…"
"You said you'd been with a man before."
Sven shook his head. "We never got this far."
Altair picked up the lube and squeezed some into his hand. "It'll hurt," he warned.
"I don't care."
"It's not in my nature to be gentle."
Sven gave him a determined look. "I'm not asking you to be."
Altair studied the mortal but found no lie. Sven's mind might have been softened by the aftereffects of the bite, but he was lucid enough to know what he was getting himself into.
That was good enough for Altair. He pressed a finger into Sven's ass, slowly, breaching him. Sven moaned softly, but there was a hint of fear in his thoughts.
