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"I'm … nervous."
"I make you nervous?" Key watched him in the mirror as he got into position behind him and coated his cock.
"No."
Key frowned at him.
"Okay, yes. I've never done this, like this." He wanted it to be perfect.
Key looked at him over his shoulder this time. He glanced down at Harley's cock, still straining toward the sky, and grinned. "I think we're ready to try."
Harley nodded and lined up with Key's entrance. At his first push inside, Key arched his back and moaned, taking him in until their bodies met, and his cock was engulfed by Key's blood-warmed channel. Key felt so good around him, so right.
He focused on Key, their gaze meeting in the mirror again as they fucked at a rhythm only vampires could handle, too fast and rough for mortal humans. Key's eyes drifted closed. His needy groans and grunts as they moved together only increased Harley's need to satisfy Key before he fell over the edge of his own pleasure into bliss.
He pulled Key against his chest, and Key opened his eyes. His gaze reassured Harley that Key was just as moved by their reconnection as he was. Their movements slowed as they neared the precipice.
Harley kissed his way down Key's neck. Key shivered and moaned with each tiny flutter of lips against delicate skin. With one hand, Harley braced Key's hip against his. With the other, he danced over Key's chest, finding first one nipple, then the other and pinching them as Key moaned. Then, he trailed down to his taut abdomen, circling his belly button once before dipping lower, following the thin wisp of a treasure trail to the nest of curls surrounding his groin. He pulled lightly on them, earning him a pleading grunt. Key thrust so hard toward his hand, Harley almost fell out of him.
"Shh. I've got you." Harley circled his fingers around Key's shaft and Key arched back against him, further exposing his neck for Harley's questing tongue. He sucked on the tender flesh as Key's cock thickened in his hand with each stroke. At the height of his pleasure, Harley sank his fangs into the spot where Key's neck met his shoulder muscle. Key shouted his name as he came, the thick white ropes coating Harley's hand and his comforter.
The way Key tightened around him brought him over the edge so quickly the room around them swam. He didn't dare close his eyes, lest he miss a single moment of Key's joy. He looked so beautiful with his eyes half-lidded and his mouth open in a silent O as his cock continued to pulse. Key twitched and tightened around Harley with each stroke on his cock.
Gently, Harley retracted his fangs. Key's supernatural healing took over, sealing the wounds as though they were never there. His bite was nothing like Key's, but it felt so right to leave his mark, even if it was temporary.
"You could touch me like that forever." Key turned his head, so his lips were flush with Harley's neck.
"You'd let me?"
"I would."
Forever. The thought was humbling. They quite possibly had forever, if Empress Marcella stayed away and the humans didn't destroy their planet. Forever was a long time to wait to say what Harley already felt deep within. He had fallen hard for Key over a century ago, and his feelings had only solidified. He loved Key.
Chapter 14
Key
That night, Key met the movers at Fanglory first. They wanted to move a certain piece of furniture from the room that would soon become Santa's Naughty List with its own neon sign and holiday flare. There would be no glory hole for Santa's favorite holiday. He liked to unbutton the oversized flap in the front of his jolly red suit and let it all hang out. With an unlimited supply of blood, he could keep going all night, too.
Key and Greed both envied the young vampire who called himself Santa. This would be his second year fulfilling the role. They would miss their friend, but neither of them would miss working at the club now that they had new jobs.
Santa was also the bar's fabricator, and he showed Key the modifications he'd made to the coffin before they moved it from the VIP room. "How much wall space do you have?"
"I'm sure it's plenty," Key said, thinking of the dimensions of Harley's rooms. None of them were as cramped as the club's VIP room.
"I built a little ramp leading up to a second hole in the lid, and I added memory foam to the inside now that you won't need to scrunch down to blow him."
"Wait …" Key looked at the two holes, now closed with their sliding wooden doors. "Sixty-nine?"
Santa grinned. "I tried it out last night. It's magical, as long as you two are around the same height."
"He's a little taller than I am, but not much."
Santa nodded toward Greed, who stood against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for them to give her the green light to grab the side of the giant coffin. "I saw him with her a few nights ago, yeah?"
Key nodded.
"You can always do some extra tinkering if needed. Remember to sand the edges before you touch up the paint. You don't want to get any splinters." He winked. Key would never be able to wink and make it look natural, not even with his vampire reflexes. "Oh, and there's an extra pillow with a little surprise in the middle if you want to use it for anal."
