Page 18 of Vampire Claus

Wrapping fingers in Taviano’s shirt, Paul pulled him close. “Everything is so intense and wonderful. Your skin kind of glows and your lips are all soft and red. And I bet your cock is gorgeous. I want to feel it on me.Inme.” He ran a thumb over Taviano’s cheek and mouth, sparkling eyes scanning his face as if memorizing every detail. Then he dragged Taviano into a molten kiss.

Taviano quickly found himself yielding to the passion and need pouring forth. His doubts from earlier began to seem feeble and unworthy of the trust placed in him.

But no. It couldn’t be right to give in to his desires when the taste of ichor affected Paul. He broke the kiss with a gasp and focused on Paul’s blown pupils and pounding heartbeat. “It’s the magic—”

“I don’t care if it’s magic or Christmas or the fact that you are the sexiest fucking man I’ve ever seen in my life. Come home with me, Taviano. Make love with me.”

He rested their foreheads together. Paul’s openness and refusal to live in fear were marvelous. Taviano may have worried for the safety of his new friend but he admired him too. Paul embraced his nature even though it had cost him.

And what exactly was Taviano afraid of? His family had shoved him aside long ago, and they were gone in any case. A night like the one Paul gave him was unlikely to come again. Regret would haunt him if he failed to accept what Paul offered.

Still, he might have refused. Heshouldhave refused, but then his demon stirred. Not in his belly or his head, but in his groin. With Paul kissing his neck, Taviano’s member stretched down the leg of his pants. He grew almost painfully hard. The desire he felt was nothing like the blood hunger that his demon normally radiated. Rather, it seemed to want him to do this for himself. Paul licked up behind his ear, and the shiver of pleasure made his prick flex.

“I can’t resist you both,” Taviano gasped.

Sweeping Paul into his arms, he raced through the shadowed streets. Paul clung to him, kissing his face and hair as they ran. Taviano probed ahead as they neared Paul’s alley and kept running. He jumped to the single-story roof of a garage, and reversed course to leap onto a second-floor fire escape. Another shift. They flew to the roof of the building that faced Paul’s apartment before crossing the chasm to his window ledge.

Barely pausing, Taviano pushed open the narrow sash and levered them both inside. A moment to close it again, and he gave himself over to passion.

Pausing the frantic kisses, Paul asked, “How did you know that window would open?”

“I spotted the broken lock when we were here earlier. I planned to fix it when I—” He choked off what he started to say.

Paul pulled back. “When you make me forget.”

Taviano nodded, half-expecting the admission to end whatever was between them. Instead, Paul ripped open his shirt. Buttons bounced away into the darkness as he growled, “Don’t youdaremake me forget one second. This is the most fantastic night of my life and I don’t want it hidden away in a dream.”

He gave Taviano no time to answer but tugged and pulled until they fell onto his futon. His fingers at the waist of Taviano’s pants were nimble as he unfastened, unzipped and shoved them down in seconds. Taviano helped Paul remove his sweatshirt and jeans, and tugged off his ragged boxers.

Their naked bodies pressed together, Paul on top, chest against chest, bellies tight. Mouths locked into a kiss and their hips shifted enough to fit. Hard, hard cocks rubbed and leaked as they glided against one another. Paul wove one hand into Taviano’s thick hair and reached for Taviano’s shaft with the other. When he wrapped fingers around it, he broke off the kiss with a gasp to look down.

“Of course you’d have a humongous cock too,” he moaned. “Thank god for Italian genes. Your stuff leaking out…” He swiped his thumb over the plump head. “Is it the same as your tears? Is it that ichor stuff?”

When Taviano nodded, Paul raised his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. Closing his eyes, he said softly, “Ohhhh. It tastes like honey and the sea and my birthday all at once.” He shot an alarmed look at Taviano. “Should I not…? I mean, how much before it gets dangerous?”

Taviano licked the faintest trace of himself from Paul’s lips. “Before you become like me? Don’t worry. I would have to drain nearly all of your blood to the point of death and feed it back to you before you’d change. And even then, I believe it only works if the bloodbeast wants it to happen. I’ve never actually transformed anyone myself.”

Paul blinked several times. “Wow. There’s a lot to unpack in that statement so I’m gonna focus on the part I like.” He grinned wickedly. “I can swallow as much of your come as I want.”

He slid down the futon, gently biting at Taviano’s nipples. Again Taviano expected discomfort as Paul’s stubble grazed over the muscles of his chest. Yet he no longer felt surprise it didn’t come. Perhaps the lust between them turned sensitivity to pleasure, or the passing decades had inured him. Maybe it was simply the wonder ofPaul; Taviano had no idea.

And he couldn’t care less about the reason. He groaned at Paul’s teeth dragging over his skin. Paul traced his tongue down to Taviano’s navel and raised a hand to cup his balls. Rolling them firmly, he licked the muscle where abdomen met groin. He shifted to make Taviano spread his legs further, and slid his warm tongue along the crease between thigh and sac. It took Taviano moments to realize what he intended.

“Are you going to…? Good Lord,” he gasped as Paul sucked one testicle into his mouth. Paul used his teeth to press lightly on the orb while caressing it with his tongue. He repeated the exquisite torture on the other ball, as Taviano’s prick stretched up. It was long and thick, harder than it had ever been. He ached.

Paul rose to his knees, wrapped fingers tightly around the base of Taviano’s erection. When he lapped at the clear juices dripping from its head, Taviano fought to hold himself still. Yet his hand crept to rest on the back of Paul’s neck. Their eyes met and Paul’s glinted roguishly as he lowered his mouth.

Taviano groaned. The warmth and the wetness surrounding him were like nothing he could recall. Gero had never wanted to try, though he’d liked it when Taviano pleasured him with his lips and mouth. Paul, though… Paul was enthusiastic and, as far as Taviano could tell, quite skilled.

Paul ran his tongue over the head and slid it under the retracted foreskin. He nibbled lightly down Taviano’s fat length to the root. He nuzzled his scrotum and sucked on each ball again, one at a time. Then he flattened his tongue to run up the underside of Taviano’s prick. Returning attention to the head, he licked off welling juices. Taviano moaned as Paul slid the helmet-shaped tip back into his mouth. He bobbed his head as he worked eagerly to take Taviano further down.

Maybe the ichor worked its magic to soothe the way. Soon Paul’s lips pressed to Taviano’s coarse, dark hair and his cock was impossibly deep in Paul’s throat. It pulsed and throbbed there, against the delicate tissues.

Paul came off it with a gasp and his eyes blazed at Taviano. His heartbeat sped even more, his pulse ratcheted, and his own shaft flexed between his bent legs. “I just realized,” he said breathlessly. “You can fuck me raw.”

“You’re talking about condoms, yes? I…I don’t know about that.” Taviano considered as he combed his fingers through Paul’s shaggy, soft hair. “I suppose so. I can’t get or transmit human diseases. The ichor heals—”

“Do it,” Paul said eagerly. Intently. “I want you to fuck me and come inside me.” Taviano must have looked doubtful because Paul shook his head. “This isn’t the ichor or whatever talking. Yes, I’m fucking high but at the same time I’m not. I’vebeenhigh, dude, where I’m drifting and making bad decisions and nothing seems real.”

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