He was so close.
So fucking close.
Keegan seemed to sense this, teasing him mercilessly with every stroke and lick of his tongue. The vampire's eyes locked onto Jaron's face, watching every reaction with an intensity that made Jaron feel both exposed and cherished. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of a precipice, every nerve ending singing.
He wanted to come, but he didn't.
He wanted this moment to last forever.
But then Keegan pulled back.
"I wonder," he mused while Jaron wanted to yell at him.
Before Jaron could accuse his mate of torture, Keegan found a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer and flipped Jaron over.
"Don't you dare waste time on prep," Jaron nearly whined. "Just fuck me."
His need to be united with his mate was greater than his need for anything else.
"I'll make it quick," Keegan promised, sliding a finger inside him without preamble.
Jaron's muscles clenched around the intrusion, but quickly relaxed as the lube warmed him. That wasn't regular lube, was it? "Did you read the label?" he asked Keegan.
Keegan paused. Apparently, he had not. "It says 'magical heat.' Pretty generic description. Does it feel bad?"
"No," Jaron admitted. "Just… warm, and I think… Try three fingers." His insides tingled where the lubed finger had touched him and he felt boneless.
Keegan complied and pressed three fingers inside him. They went without a hitch. "You're loose."
"Watch how you talk to your mate."
"Am I wrong?"
"Not really." Jaron turned to grin at Keegan. "But my loose days are behind me. Now fuck me."
"Demanding," Keegan murmured, but he didn't make Jaron suffer any longer.
With a smooth thrust, Keegan entered him, filling him completely. Jaron gasped at the sudden fullness, quickly turning into pleasure as Keegan set a steady rhythm.
Jaron gripped the sheets, his breath coming in ragged gasps as heat flowed through his body.
"Keegan," he moaned, his voice breaking.
Keegan leaned over him, his breath hot against Jaron's ear. "I've got you," he whispered, his tone filled with love and promise.
Jaron clung to Keegan, his nails digging into the vampire's back as they moved together. The world narrowed down to just the two of them, to the slide of skin on skin and the mingling of their breaths.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the future, not their fate, not the challenges that lay ahead. There was only the two of them, lost in each other, in the pleasure they created together.
Keegan's thrusts grew faster, more urgent, and Jaron met him every step of the way. They chased their release together, their bodies moving in perfect sync until finally, with a shared cry of ecstasy, they tumbled over the edge.
Jaron held Keegan close as they came down from their high, their chests heaving and their skin slick with sweat. Keegan pressed soft kisses to Jaron's face, his touch gentle and soothing.
"I love you," Keegan whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "No matter what happens, remember that. I love you, Jaron."
Jaron swallowed past the lump in his throat, his heart swelling with the force of his own feelings. "I love you too," he said softly. "Always."
Jaron stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly emerged from the depths of sleep. A lazy smile curved his lips as he saw Keegan lying next to him, propped up on one elbow, watching him with an intensity that made Jaron's heart skip a beat.