Page 21 of Necking with a Vampire
Draven’s hands trailed down to Peter’s waist, undoing the buttons, revealing nothing underneath except his embarrassingly hard cock.
“How lovely,” Draven said. “All this, even after I’ve already made you come?”
“You’re, um, pretty irresistible, you know.”
Draven pulled Peter’s pants down to his knees with one hard yank.
Peter wasted no time in undoing Draven’s pants in return. He had to know if seeing another man’s fully erect dick for the first time would be a turn off - or the hottest thing ever.
Draven paused, letting Peter explore the thick and heavy shaft. The way it pushed against the fabric. How Draven rocked into his tentative exploration.
That was as far as Draven’s patience lasted.
He undid the buttons and his cock burst free. Peter wasn’t the only one wearing nothing under his pants.
Draven grabbed Peter’s hand and pressed it against the bobbing dick.
Peter’s gasp was loud in his ears.
Holy shit. He was doing it. He was touching another man’s dick.
“How does it feel?” Draven asked.
“Amazing.”
“Good, be a good boy, and it will feel even better buried inside you.”
In another movement almost too fast to track - which Draven seemed to always do when his patience was hanging on by a thread - he shifted both of Peter’s legs to the side and bent them at the knee, hooking them over an elbow.
The act exposed Peter’s ass to probing fingers.
His ass clenched at the first exploratory touch.
Draven leaned down, further and further until Peter’s legs were pinned between their chests and Peter’s feet dangled over the edge of the coffin and his knees were next to his head, bent over Draven’s shoulder.
Fingers still circling his hole, Peter’s mouth opened on a gasp - which Draven took advantage of and slipped his other fingers inside.
“Suck,” Draven said. “Get them nice and wet.”
Peter’s eyes almost rolled back in his head. He imagined it was Draven’s cock in his mouth and sucked for all he was worth. He imagined kneeling in Draven’s van, after his blood was drawn, and thanking the older man with a warm and wet mouth on his cock.
He’d dreamed of doing it for weeks but hadn’t had the courage to follow through.
Draven grunted, and rocked his cock against Peter’s thigh.
Gripping Peter’s chin, he turned Peter’s head to the side, exposing the neck, and sucked hard.
Peter whined. The stimulation was almost too much. Draven was everywhere. Draven was his everything. He wanted Draven. He wanted to be devoured. In every way possible.
This was what Peter had always wanted. He’d spent every waking moment trying to think of ways to make Draven smile. He hadn’t realized what he really wanted was to see Draven lose control.
Well, he’d gotten his wish.
Draven was licking and sucking at Peter’s neck, teeth scraping but not biting.
Peter tried to push his neck into those teeth - but that was one thing Draven still refused him.
He’d probably thank the man in the morning. But right now he wanted to stomp his foot and pout.
