Page 13 of Necking with a Vampire
Was it possible to come from so little? Fuck, how had he become this so fast? A squirming, wanton mess in Draven’s lap. Completely at the mercy of a man who had yet to show any.
He had to close his eyes to shut out the people watching him. Part of him wanted to revel in their stares. To smirk and say, “Ha! The most wanted vampire of the night chose Peter of all people, not them!”
But a much larger part wished they were back in Draven’s van. Safely ensconced in darkness.
The second fangs scraped against his skin Peter lost the remaining thread of control. He rocked up into Draven’s hand, pressure building.
Fuck he was close.
Draven’s moan was soft, desperate, as overcome as Peter felt. Draven pulled free, gasping like he was the one who was being mercilessly stroked to the edge. Draven was losing control. He wanted Peter.
“No!” Peter whined, “Why’d you-”
Draven shut him up with a kiss.
Peter’s first kiss - first time with a man.
It was everything he’d always dreamed and more.
Because it was Draven.
Peter tried to slip a tongue in Draven’s mouth but their fangs got in the way. For the first time, he regretted the fangs.
But he was determined. Peter barely managed to scrape his tongue against one of Draven’s sharp fangs. The deep,reverberating growl Draven let out was enough to make every hair stand on end.
Draven gripped Peter’s dick hard, stroking hard.
Oh fuck- he was coming in his pants! Oh fuck!
Peter cried out into Draven’s mouth, gripped the man tight, and completely unravelled. The firm hands and cool lips were too much for his overheated body.
Draven pulled back, leaving Peter clutching at him and convulsing, crying out into the heated air of the party. There could be no doubt what Draven had just done to him. What the two of them had done. All eyes were on them now.
Draven watching him through it all a feverish hunger that only made Peter come harder. He wanted to curl into Draven and hide, but Draven’s hands were still in his hair, holding him in place.
“Fuck,” Draven said.
Peter laughed, struggling to catch his breath.
The way Draven was looking at him should scare him. If they’d just met, Peter would be running for the hills.
“That’s all it took?” Draven said and licked a fang. The one Peter had touched with his tongue.
A tongue that stung a little, those fangs were sharp!
Peter nodded dumbly, mind still spinning.
Noise filtered back into his awareness. The gentle murmur of people talking. Someone screamed in the distance. A wolf howled.
The shock of it jolted Peter back to the present.
Oh fuck. What had he done? In front of all these people? Draven’s chair was on a raised platform. He’d practically been on display! He’d been so focused on Draven, he hadn't cared.
He glanced around and- fuck- was that his chemistry professor!?
Draven’s hands kept moving. Against the velvet vest. Against the wet spot in Peter’s pants. And Draven was still hard.
And here Peter was with a sticky mess in his pants. Suddenly, what had once been hot now just felt gross. Embarrassing.
