Page 32 of Grave Throbbing
Harley grinned. "Completely."
"Then take me to bed with you. I can worry about moving tomorrow."
Key's phone pinged in his pocket, and it vibrated against Harley's thigh.
"Even so, you'd better check that."
Key removed it, read the text, and shoved it back in his pocket. "Text from Newton. Tomorrow's our moving night. They need the daytime cleaners to box up Chloe's old place and donate what they can." He pressed against Harley and kissed him. "The night is still young."
"It's after midnight. That means it's November first."
Key gave him a mischievous smile and took his phone from his pocket again. He dashed off a text, received a return notification, and his smile turned into one of pure joy before he crushed his lips to Harley's.
"Tomorrow, we'll need to stop off at Fanglory to pick up a few things for the move." He wrapped his arms around Harley's neck and pulled him in for another kiss. It was slow and sweet at first but built with each movement. Soon, Harley's heart pounded in his chest.
Harley loved the gentle pull of Key's hands in his hair and the weight of Key's body pressing him against the chair back. Key's cock dragged against his through their clothes, and he moaned. He was already hard, and in a few moments, he would be leaking if they didn't move to a more appropriate venue.
"Come to bed with me."
Key hopped off him and disappeared into the bedroom. Harley picked up Key's cup and found it empty. He tossed both their empty cups in the recycle bin before making his way to the bedroom.
Along the way, he imagined all the fun things he and Key could do together, things he'd watched at clubs but had been too insecure to try. He trusted Key with his body and with his heart. It seemed too soon to love this vampire who left him in the street over a century ago, but he'd always had feelings for him. Now, those feelings were solidifying into something tangible, something that could last longer than a few nights.
"Good night!" Greed waved at him from the couch. A YouTube video sat paused on his big screen television.
"Good night." Harley's face burned. His bedroom was not soundproof, especially not for vampire hearing.
Greed shooed him away with the back of her hand. "I'll be watching my show and ignoring you," she said. "Go!"
Harley looked forward to helping Greed move into her new place, too. If she didn't have a big screen of her own, he would buy her one as a housewarming gift. He had money saved and no one to spend it on. He was already thinking of them as his family. He didn't know how to act around family, though. He was still standing at his bedroom door staring at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. His face burned as he yanked the door open, sped through it, and closed it between them.
"Finally," Key growled.
"I'm here."
"Get naked."
Harley forgot all about Greed on the other side of the door as he laughed. "Pushy, pushy."
Key was already naked and sprawled across his bed, facing the large mirror over Harley's double-wide dresser. Harley caught Key's heated gaze in the mirror and his cock twitched. He'd never had sex facing the reflective monstrosity before. It ran the full length of the bed and the wooden frame ended only inches from the ceiling.
"I suppose we're lucky these mirrors don't have silver backing, so we can see ourselves in them," Harley teased.
"Hurry up!" Key snapped the lid off the bottle of lubrication Harley kept under his pillow and poured a liberal amount of it into his hand.
Harley peeled out of his clothes, trying to give Key as good a show as the one he was getting. He couldn't look away as Key rolled the fingers of his opposite hand through the slickness and used them to work himself open.
Harley couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd followed Key on a whim and now he was going to fuck Key doggy-style in front of his mirror and watch Key come undone for him. The thought of it was erotic enough to pique his cock all on its own, but the fact that it was Key, his Ciarán, finally here in his arms, made it so much better.
It was too soon to say it, but he hoped Key would stay forever.
Once he was naked, Key motioned him over with his hand still laden with lube. He coated Harley's cock with it and then used the rest of it on himself, working in another finger and coating his entrance so it shone in the low light of the lamp by the headboard.
"Are you ready for me?" Harley asked.
"It feels like I've been waiting for you my entire life." Key sighed as he withdrew his fingers. Harley handed him the towel he kept in his nightstand.
"You're stalling," Key accused.
