Page 36 of Mistletoe and Mayhem
Dorian let out a gasp when Kian’s fingers swept between his cheeks. Kian acted like it was an accident, going back to massaging his hips for a minute before doing it again.
“Kian…” Dorian whimpered, lifting his hips in a silent plea. And who was Kian to say no to that?
Slicking his fingers with more oil, he returned to Dorian’s ass, rubbing his cheeks and pulling them apart, fingers teasing over his hole until Dorian was squirming and trying to follow his fingers in a demand for more. When Kian finally pressed a finger inside, Dorian’s groan was relieved. He tipped his hips, fingers flexing on the sheets as Kian dragged his finger in and out, just barely grazing his prostate.
He added another, keeping up the same not-quite-enough touches that drove Dorian wild, until he could no longer ignore the whimpers or the way that his own cock throbbed for attention. Stripping out of his shorts, he climbed onto the massage table, urging one of Dorian’s legs up to expose his twitching hole.
“Feeling needy, sweetheart?” Kian growled in his ear, slicking up his cock with the excess massage oil.
“Gods, Kian… Please…”
Feeling mischievous, he didn’t immediately give Dorian what he wanted. Instead, he slid his cock up and down Dorian’s crease, only giving him light teases of pressure against his hole before moving away again. It sent Dorian into a scramble, trying to get his knees under him so he could take control, but Kian pinned him, keeping him flat on the bed and completely at his mercy.
“You’ve been asking me to pull more pranks, Dorian. Is this not what you had in mind?” he teased, nipping at Dorian’s ear. His responding shout was music to Kian’s ears. The vampire had a major biting kink.
“I bet I could get you off just like this. All that teasing you were hoping for focused entirely on you and driving you crazy.”
“Please!” Dorian begged, whimpering when Kian dragged his teeth along that slender neck. “Oh, gods, please, Kian!”
The begging was what pushed him into action. It was just too damn sexy. Notching the head of his cock on Dorian’s hole, he pushed inside, groaning as the hot slickness wrapped around him and pulled him in. Dorian howled with relief and pleasure, still squirming despite getting what he’d asked for. He was too keyed up to wait for his body to adjust, and when Kian drew back and slammed home again, he choked on a sob.
The sound of slapping skin nearly drowned out the music, but it was Dorian’s noises that were loud enough to draw attention. Kian loved it, and if they were at home, he wouldn’t do a damn thing to muffle him, but they could be overheard here, and he didn’t want to embarrass his mate. He attempted to muffle him with kisses, but they were both breathing too hard, and he had to slow down to do it because of the angle, which made Dorian whimper and shove his hips back in an attempt to get him moving again. He couldn’t even give Dorian his wrist to bite, the angle was all wrong. So, he decided to get him off as quickly as possible instead.
Shifting his weight, he snapped his hips, searching for the right angle. He knew he found it when Dorian started wailing, his body clenching around Kian’s cock hard enough to make his eyes cross. Gritting his teeth against the urge to come, Kian attacked that angle with everything he had, his own groans spilling from his lips as he lost himself in the feel of his mate’s body.
“Kian, Kian, Kian,” Dorian chanted.
Kian forced his eyes open– when the hell had he closed them?– and watched as Dorian’s mouth fell open, and his whole body stiffened, seeming to hold his breath for a long moment before he came with a shout.
Tight, tight, tight. “Oh, fuck!”
The way Dorian’s body clamped down on him was so perfect, Kian didn’t have a chance to hold back. His orgasm went on andon, his hips chasing every aftershock until he collapsed on top of Dorian, and his vision went a little dark around the edges.
“I think… massages… need to be added… to our rotation…” Dorian panted.
“Agreed.”
He lay there for a few long moments, just catching his breath, before forcing himself off his poor mate, not missing the wince when he pulled out of Dorian’s body. He’d been a little rough with him, which hadn’t been his intention. The begging made him lose his head a little.
Sliding off the bed, he kept a palm on it for a few seconds to make sure his knees were steady before heading for the small attached bathroom to wet a cloth to clean Dorian up. Dorian hadn’t moved while he was gone, and Kian chuckled at his protesting groan when he nudged him into rolling over.
The sheets were a lost cause, so with a little magic, Kian switched them out with another set he found in a drawer in the bathroom. He’d happily pay the fee for the mess after an experience like that.
Dorian was still too lazy to get up when he came back into the room, which was exactly what Kian had planned on. His gaze flicked over to the sunblock he’d set aside and a wicked grin flashed over his face, his tone casual as he stepped back up to the table.
“So, we’re supposed to head back the day after tomorrow. Ready to get back to work?”
Dorian groaned in protest, his face twisted in an unhappy frown. “Must we?”
“I mean, no?” He poured out the sunblock into his palm, seeing immediately what Dorian had asked Mickey to put into it. Sneaky vampire tried to cover him in glitter. Without an ounce of shame, he spread it over Dorian’s chest, grinning as his vampire let out a happy sigh and kept his eyes closed as Kianstarted touching him again. “You aren’t required to stay in a job you aren’t happy with, and I’d happily follow you anywhere, but I don’t think either of us is in a place to retire. We’re not that old.”
Maybe. He didn’t fully remember anymore.
Dorian sighed, finally opening his eyes. “No. We need to go back. But maybe we should make this trip an annual thing.”
“Our own little yule celebration. I’ll take it,” Kian agreed.
He dusted his hands off, banishing the bottle so Dorian would get any bright ideas to use it on him. “All done. How do you feel? Sparkly?”
