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“Oh,” Peter breathed.
Draven kissed a line down Peter’s neck without a hint of fangs.
What was the point of kissing as vampires if they didn’t use their fangs? Peter had always been too embarrassed to ask a girl to bite him, but here was the perfect opportunity.
“Bite me,” Peter said, kissing Draven’s neck more firmly.
“You don’t want that,” Draven said, despite moaning like he desperately wanted to. “You’re not ready.”
Screw that!
Peter had stewed in uncertainty long enough! He wanted to try. And he wanted to try with Draven. Tonight, he wanted it all. No more uncertainty. No more holding himself back. No more fear.
He trailed his lips down to where neck met shoulder and bit down.
The shocked grunt was worth it. Even as Draven growled and pulled Peter tight against his body. Tight enough to feel-
Draven was hard. Totally and completely hard. Holy fuck. Just from a bit of necking?
“You don’t know… You won’t like where this leads.”
Peter ignored the warning, kept nibbling a line up Draven’s neck, this time with teeth.
Fingers carding through his hair was the only warning he got before they tightened and pulled Peter’s head back, exposing his neck.
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“Remember this moment,” Draven said. “Remember that you asked for this.”
Peter expected lips on his neck. He didn’t expect the hand palming his dick.
“Ah!” Peter cried.
“You’re so hard already,” Draven said, squeezing Peter through his thin pants. “All this, just from a little necking?”
“I, um.” Peter flailed, gripping Draven’s wrist and the armrest of the chair to steady himself, as Draven forced Peter’s head back further.
Draven made a wet seal with his lips and sucked hard.
Peter’s dick pulsed in Draven’s hand, growing even harder, the stinging kiss inflaming Peter more and more.
Fuck, could he come from this?
The sudden rush was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
But Draven didn’t do the one thing Peter wanted. He didn’t bite. He moved directly over Peter’s pulse point, sucked hard again, but didn’t bite.
“Why won’t you do it?” Peter said, squirming and mindlessly pushing his dick into Draven’s firm palm.
Draven didn’t answer. Instead, he switched from sucking to licking the stinging mark on Peter’s pulse. All while stroking Peter’s dick through his pants.
There was an odd tension to Draven’s movements. Like he was struggling to hold himself back. Why? Why would he when Peter clearly wanted it?
“Please!” Peter loudly begged.
Draven grunted, tightening his grip in Peter's hair to the point of pain.
It only made Peter more desperate. More out of control.
