Page 23 of Grave Throbbing
The thought of Harley's mouth on him while anyone could walk up and present a wristband had Key aching in his borrowed briefs.
Key stepped in front of the podium as though he was giving a speech to the vacant hallway. Harley fumbled at his waistband, at last finding the button and pulling down his zipper.
Harley inhaled and uttered a rapturous sigh. "You're wearing my underwear."
"I didn't think you'd mind."
"Not at all, though I must ask, who's doing the seducing here, me or you?"
Key's laugh turned into a moan as Harley licked a stripe up the gland along the underside of his cock. "You don't need to seduce me."
Harley hollowed his cheeks and slid over Key's cock. Thanks to the blood he'd drunk earlier, the inside of his mouth was warm and wet. Harley's throat clenched around him, and Key grabbed onto the podium with a whine. He didn't want something so heavenly to end too soon.
Harley twirled his tongue around Key's cock and then pulled off it with enough suction to make a popping sound. "Do you want me as much as I want you?" His voice was gruff with need, and Key smelled his desire wafting from the tiny enclosure.
Gods, yes, Key wanted, but he couldn't find words.
Harley returned to his cock, and a loud cacophony filled the hallway. It sounded like teenagers. Thankfully, they pushed on the outside exit door without looking Key's direction. The noise subsided until the door shut behind them, leaving them in silence except for Harley's slurping sounds.
When Key was certain no one else would walk in on them, he relaxed into the feel of Harley's mouth and the gentle pressure of fingers massaging his balls. Before he knew it, he was coming, shooting his spend down Harley's throat, giving him the bit of essence his body still made after so many years of being undead.
"Delicious." Harley kissed the tip of his cock before tucking him carefully inside and zipping and buttoning his pants.
"Thank you." Key's voice was hoarse as he backed up against the wall, giving Harley enough room to crawl from beneath the podium. He crushed their mouths together and turned them so he could pin Harley against the wall. Harley still tasted like Key mixed with human blood and cinnamon. Key found Harley's preference for human blood charming.
"Harley, come in." From their proximity and supernatural hearing, they both heard the tinny voice through Harley's earpiece.
He tapped his ear. "I'm here."
"There's been an incident." Key recognized Thornton's voice from the briefing they'd received outside the club. "Greed went outside for a smoke break, and we lost sight of her."
"Greed doesn't smoke." Fear lanced through Key's gut. Had they missed a chance to stop Dobbins while they'd been fooling around?
No. He couldn't think like that. His manager had been ready to kick Harley out of the club if he ventured downstairs, and Greed hadn't come upstairs before undertaking her foolhardy plan, whatever it was.
"Who was she with?" Harley asked.
"We didn't see anyone."
"Someone could have approached her inside, maybe threatened your life," Harley whispered to Key. "Which direction did they go?"
"I think we all know where they're headed." There was some clicking through the earpiece, and then Harley's cell phone pinged with a notification. "I sent you the address. Dobbins owns a warehouse on the Harbor."
Harley touched his earpiece again. Then, he searched for the address on his map application.
"I've been there," Key said. "That's where he took her before." He hoped they found her alive. After everything he'd done to protect Greed, he couldn't lose her now.
Key ventured out the door to the catwalk above the bar, but his manager caught his attention from the dance floor and motioned him back the way he'd come. He hoped her pantomime of shooing meant he was free to leave, not that he should go back to his station. Thankfully, Greed's friend Karol headed up the stairway to them.
"I'm to take your place. Go get her."
"Thank you."
"We've had enough of Dobbins around here, no offense councilor."
"None taken," Harley said. There was a hint of worry in his gaze when he glanced at Key.
Key had no time to reassure him. He rushed down the hallway and to the street below in record time, not caring if there were humans on the stairs. Thankfully, the only human in the alley was passed out beside the dumpster.
