Page 65 of Tell No Tales
He gently lapped at Klaus's ring of muscle, seeking to alleviate any lingering pain with Klaus's consent. He was surprised when Klaus didn't allow him to heal it.
"You don't have to do this," Klaus said. "I'm ready to go again, if you are."
Vadim answered by delving his tongue inside and working him open even more, until Klaus tried to press himself against the mattress to give his cock some relief. Vadim grabbed him by the hips then and pulled him back up, working slicked fingers into the mix and stretching Klaus open.
"Gods, Vadim." Klaus's pupils were dark when he glanced over his shoulder. "Please."
"I love it when you beg." He wiped his mouth on the towel he'd grabbed from his trunk. He continued to stretch Klaus with his fingers until he was a blubbering mess and his cock had drooled a continuous string of precome from its tip to the mattress below.
"How do you want me?" Vadim asked. "Like this, or—"
Klaus spun in his hands and dropped onto his back so quickly, the motion pulled Vadim down on top of him, laughing. They were both laughing, and Vadim couldn't remember a time when he'd had this much fun during sex.
Finally, Klaus shoved at his chest. "Need you inside me."
Vadim found the vial of oil in the blankets and smeared a liberal dose on his cock. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss inside Klaus's knee, and then he slid back inside him to the hilt in one slow, smooth motion.
Klaus ground out a curse and wrapped his legs behind Vadim's back, tugging him down again.
"Need you to hold me through it," Klaus said. "When you're up there, I can't …"
"Can't what?" Vadim knew better than to wish Klaus had feelings for him beyond the adage, "love the one you're with."
"Can't feel you," Klaus whined. "I want to feel your body against mine. I never—" he gasped when Vadim lay flat on top of him, grabbing a pillow and tilting Klaus's hips to place it beneath him. "Fuck, Vadim. I've never wanted anyone like this before."
Vadim was too scared to meet Klaus's gaze, even when Klaus grabbed his chin and kissed him.
It was easy for Klaus to say what they had was different. Klaus had never had a choice, not really. He was forced to like whoever paid for him. This was a fleeting attraction, one that would end the moment they landed in Hearthstone and Klaus could have his pick of anyone, even Hugo, if he wanted. Vadim wouldn't stop him.
Well. He would want to stop him, but it wasn't his place. His entire existence focused on consent. If Klaus didn't consent to be with him after this, then Vadim would let him go, even if it was the hardest thing he would ever do.
Gods, he was thinking again. He should be enjoying the chance to explore Klaus's body and bring him pleasure for as long as Klaus would let him. He kissed Klaus back, teasing and tasting him, thrusting his tongue into Klaus's mouth with the same speed as his cock, loving the tiny sounds Klaus made in the back of his throat as he climbed ever closer to ecstasy.
Vadim broke their kiss to trail his lips down the soft skin of Klaus's neck. Each hitch of breath and clench on his cock said this was exactly what Klaus needed.
"Gods, Vadim." Klaus's cum spurted between them as his ass gripped Vadim, and then he was coming, too, soaring with the joy of it while already filled with sorrow that it had to end. He buried his head in the blankets to hide his sadness, and if his chest convulsed on a sob, it was only because they'd had the most amazing sex he'd ever had in his life.
Klaus cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss, wrapping his legs more tightly around Vadim's abdomen.
"Fuck, that was amazing. Why are you sad? Was it bad? Did I hurt you?"
"How the fuck could you hurt me?"Vadim couldn't keep the irritation from his response.
Klaus laughed against his lips. "I wouldn't dare. You'd kill me if I did." Klaus's hands found the tight knots in his shoulders and began to knead them loose. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Klaus was perfect. Vadim felt comfortable with him in a way he didn't with anyone else. With Hesse, and again with Efren, he'd feared he would wander off the straight and narrow path and find himself alone. At least Klaus wouldn't find fault in Vadim, himself. He would merely get bored and move on. Nothing lost, nothing gained, and nothing personal.
"Nothing." Klaus repeated. "Sure sounds like something to me." He grabbed the hair at Vadim's nape and pulled it tight, making him wince. "It's my turn." He rolled and shoved Vadim onto his back, straddling him. He found the vial of oil with ease and uncorked it, dousing his fingers.
Klaus's cock was already half-hard again. Vadim didn't think he could rebound until Klaus's fingers started their slow progression, first massaging his tight muscle and then entering him.
"How long?" Klaus asked.
"Years."
"Since Efren?"
