Page 20 of Grave Throbbing
Key's eyelids slid shut and his thick eyelashes brushed his cheeks. When he opened his eyes again, they were dark with desire. "Do I have your consent to bring you pleasure?"
Harley scoffed to hide his inner turmoil. Memory loss did not sit well with him, if only for two minutes.
"Your sister was listening in when you last bit me," he boasted. "How could this be any worse than that?"
Greed shook her head. "That wasn't full potency. This is a bite, not a blowjob."
Harley swallowed as he realized her meaning. Key's bite might bring him to climax with no other contact while sitting at his dining room table. He didn't think it was possible, but he also understood the importance of consent. Key was about to enthrall him with his bite.
"I consent."
Key looked rapturous as he brought Harley's index finger to his mouth. He kissed the knuckle before biting into it. The pleasure was instant, and everywhere. The bite had a direct line to Harley's cock. It filled to achingly hard immediately, straining at the fabric of his dress pants and making him squirm. Fuck. All he needed was a little bit more friction, and he would—
A new sensation caught him as his nipples hardened against the fabric of his undershirt, the soft cotton brushing against them as he swayed in his chair. He could come from Key's bite alone.
"Don't fight it," Key whispered. "We need an accurate time for an unsuspecting vampire."
Harley roared as he came, his cock pulsing in his small clothes, his skin clammy with a sheen of sweat.
"Fifteen seconds."
Fifteen seconds, and he'd been fighting it.
"You lasted longer than I did," Key whispered. "The first time I did it, I came in five."
Harley rested his head on top of his folded arms on the table. Fifteen seconds, and now he felt like he'd stepped in front of a tractor trailer. "I should get cleaned up before dawn."
"Are you all right?" Greed asked. "I told him that one's a bit much for a relative stranger, even though you've been bitten before."
Harley didn't know what he was. His memory had returned to perfect working order, though. He wouldn't forget that bite as long as he lived.
"I'm so sorry." Key stood and pulled Harley to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist and ignoring the dark spot on his gray slacks.
Harley had the presence of mind to turn back to Greed once they were past the door, in the living room. "There's another bathroom off the kitchen if you need to tidy up."
"Thank you." He'd expected her to scoff or sneer, but instead she met his gaze with newfound respect. He wasn't sure he deserved it after failing the experiment so badly, but he would take it.
Key helped him to the ensuite bathroom. "Imagine if we'd started with that."
Harley didn't want to imagine. He wanted to lie down and sleep, and it was still an hour before dawn. A vampire his age should be able to stay up past sunrise, but now he wasn't sure he would last until then.
Key was gentle with him, helping him out of his soiled clothes and setting the shower stream to an acceptable temperature before guiding Harley inside the stall. Harley still had enough energy to clean himself, but he felt drained in a way he hadn't since he'd first been turned into a vampire.
"That bite is more devastating than the paralysis," he said once he and Key were lying next to each other on the bed. The blackout shutters were permanently closed in his bedroom. He'd always preferred a bed to a coffin. Maybe he was a crust, after all. He liked some human luxuries, like his king-sized bed and his high-definition television hanging on the opposite wall.
"If I overstepped when I bit you last night," Key whispered, "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't the same." Harley didn't know how to explain it. "Last night, you enhanced my own desires. This was more like forcing your desire into me, and it felt wrong."
"I'm so sorry." Key tucked against his side again, hand on his chest, head on his shoulder. "I'll never do that again."
Harley didn't have the heart to ask Key if he meant he wouldn't use his erotic bite on anyone else, or he'd only avoid it with him.
The next night, he woke from the dead before Key and Greed. By the time he extricated himself from the bed and wandered into the dining room, Greed stirred on the couch. Thankfully, he found the website he wanted on his phone with a single quick search.
"What do you and Ciarán usually order from Blood Drive?" he asked.
"I love anything infused with lavender." Once again, she reminded him of a child in oversized pajamas with her knees pulled up to her chest. "Key tries something new every night, so it's hard to say what he'd want. You can't go wrong with their daily specials, though."
