Page 7 of Grave Throbbing
"Already?" Greed stifled a laugh outside the door. "It's only been two minutes."
"Two?" He was already barreling toward his plateau in two minutes. With Key's expert moves on his cock, he was certain he wouldn't stay there long without desperate measures, such as remembering how badly the sun would burn his skin if he stayed out too late in the morning, or how easily his life could be snuffed by fire while he slept or a silver stake to the heart.
Key distracted him by fondling his balls while his wet mouth still worked Harley's cock. He could do this. He would make it past Greed's five-minute mark, at least.
"Damn," she huffed when he outlasted her bet.
Key slipped off Harley's cock with a pop before delving wet fingers inside his foreskin again. The burn of too-tight skin brought him back down from being too close, but he didn't stay there. The longer Key stretched his foreskin and circled his cockhead that way, the more the pressure built in his balls. He was going to come too soon!
Key removed his fingers and kissed the tip of Harley's cock, and the urge subsided. Key seemed to know exactly what Harley needed. He inserted his tongue in the groove and circled at a much slower pace as he rolled Harley's balls in the palm of his hand. It felt extraordinary, but they were nearing the ten-minute mark, and he was nowhere near coming.
"Ten," Greed called. "Looks like this game is Key's to lose." Her voice had dulled with disappointment when she lost, but Key's pending win filled her tone with glee.
Key inserted his fingers into his mouth alongside Harley's cock again before leaving a wet trail down his shaft to his taint. Oh God. Key was going for the kill shot, the move that would send Harley flying over the edge in no time at all. Key circled his rim with his wet finger before rubbing it across his hole. He pressed inside to the first digit, and Harley almost lost his hold on his sanity.
"Not yet," Key whispered. Instead of sucking Harley's cock back into his mouth, Key kissed along his shaft to the base and then took first one, then the other of Harley's balls in his mouth. Just when Harley didn't think he could stand another moment of almost enough friction on his hole, Key shoved his finger inside and pierced the soft flesh of Harley's testicles with his incisors.
Fuck. Harley had only experienced one other vampire bite since he'd been turned. This one filled him with euphoria and made him see whole galaxies behind his eyelids as he pressed his forehead to the wood. He wasn't coming, not yet, but he was close, all from the rush of vampire saliva in his system, a sensation so blissful it had allowed Ciarán to run off into the night, so far and so fast that Harley couldn't even scent the right direction to follow once he'd recovered.
This had to be Ciarán. The bite felt so right, the same as it had that night. It hit Harley like a drug. It was the same reason Harley had never been able to get Ciarán out of his head.
Key released the bite and once again popped Harley's cock into his mouth. He inserted another finger and twisted the two together until they found Harley's prostate. The pull of suction and the push against his greatest pleasure sent him spilling over the edge and down Key's throat. He barely recognized his own satisfied moan.
"Just under fifteen," Greed muttered through the door. "I am so glad you're my brother. I don't even want to know what you do to people."
"Brother?" Harley and Ciarán had talked for hours the night they'd met, but he'd never mentioned siblings. Perhaps they were vampire relations. Some progeny of the same sire called each other siblings. Or maybe Key wasn't Ciarán after all, only a device Harley had used to feel better about casual sex with random strangers.
"The sooner you're out of there, the sooner we can get back to work," Greed said. "Some of us work for tips." She made a rude comment under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear her. "Fucking crust."
Harley was surprised to find his legs clammy with sweat. The vampire virus suppressed most human bodily functions, but he could produce semen when he drank enough synthetic blood to make his cock swell in the first place. He generated sweat on far rarer occasions. He'd dressed with the expectation that he most certainly would not sweat, however, and now found himself wishing for a towel. He removed his t-shirt, instead.
"Are you taking off more clothes?" Greed asked at the sound. "Use the black towels like the humans do."
Harley found the neat stack of towels near the table's edge. They were scratchy, but at least he wouldn't completely ruin his costume.
Five minutes later, per Greed's phone, he was back in his getup and back in the main bar, headed toward the door. The crowded bar was now overwhelming to his senses. He needed to get outside so he could hear himself think.
He found Greed waiting for him at the door. She followed him outside and grabbed his elbow before he stepped into the street.
"Do you want to meet him?" she asked.
Harley swallowed. What the hell was he doing? If it wasn't Ciarán, if it was just some stranger, would he be able to live with himself? Could he walk away without knowing?
He was almost certain it was Ciarán, from his scent to the sweet noises he made. Harley's curiosity won, and he nodded.
"Here's the address. We'll meet you there after two." She smirked. "What you do in the meantime is up to you."
He took the card from her hand. He had just over three hours to change his mind.
Chapter 3
Key
"Why did you say two?" Key grumped as Greed worked her magic on the platinum blond wig he'd grabbed from the prop cupboard. It was already a quarter after.
"You didn't see his face." She pulled the eyepatch back into place over the wig, careful to keep it from snapping back against his face. She loved him, after all. Some days, like today, made him wonder. The bet had been her idea.
"Your boy Harley is a runner." She puckered her lips at him until he did the same. "He'll wait for you if you're late, but even a half-hour more and he would have run home for the night." She applied a hint of gloss to his lips. "I understand why you left him standing on a street corner."
