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closer.
He knew how surprising and intimate that touch could be, as Prosper had used such methods to pleasure himself over the years. He rubbed his fingertips against Spencer's tight hole, keeping the lubricant thick and slick on his fingers. When it transferred onto soft skin, he mentally replaced it with more, to ensure that this night would only end in pleasure.
Prosper bit his lip, as he stroked Spencer. A whispered word, that he could not decipher, encouraged him to press forward. He pushed one finger against the tight muscles; they offered such resistance that he dare not venture further.
“Please,” Spencer whispered in his ear.
He supplied what he demanded, pushing further, until his lover bit his shoulder with a groan.
Prosper's instincts rose to the surface; his teeth extended and he growled. His darker nature relished the bite as something it understood and craved. That bite had woken his hunger and he could not fight it.
He kept the knowledge of Spencer's untouched innocence at the fore of his mind. He could never forget to treat him with care, if he wanted to keep his new companion.
Inarticulate, Prosper caught his companion's mouth with his own. He longed to kiss him until his heart stopped, destroying his delicate humanity. Instead, he removed his finger and slowly pushed in two.
Spencer moaned, the sound muffled by their hungry kiss. Fingers clawed at the base of his spine, pulling him closer, driving him to breaking point.
With a last twist of his fingers, Prosper removed them from his lover, caught Spencer's waist in both hands and lifted him off his feet. The skinny human frame proved no hindrance to his vampire strength and Spencer helped, by wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist.
His gaze was hot and heady, full of the same need that surged between them. Words were unnecessary, as they parted from their kiss; they were of one accord.
Prosper cupped Spencer's pert rear and pressed his back against the bookcase. His companion locked on to his steady gaze and never looked away. He decided to discover how quickly he could make Spencer break that stare.
Slowly, he eased his human onto his eager cock, both panting hard, as Prosper filled him. Aroused beyond comprehension, Prosper did not stop until settled deep within him, ignoring the painful nails that dug into his shoulder blades.
Nothing compared to the pain of his hard cock and full balls, that demanded a release.
He gloried in the clenched muscles and tightness that surrounded him; it knocked him speechless as he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again.
Spencer gasped and closed his eyes, an action that brought Prosper more pleasure than it should. He was such a stubborn boy; Prosper had expected him to hold out longer, before admitting that he had given himself over to desire.
His third thrust knocked the breath from him, as Spencer reached to grasp one of the bookcase shelves, for purchase. The move lifted his hips toward his next thrust, until Prosper hit his prostate.
Spencer twisted, opening his eyes to gaze at him as his mouth slackened, to let him breathe through the heat they generated.
Prosper stared back, feeling that tangible thread between them, that cemented the belief they were life mates. Only two souls bound together, finally connecting in a physical expression of passion, could allow him to feel what Spencer experienced. When he hit his prostate a second time, deliberately, the pleasure mirrored in Prosper's own body.
“Prosper,” Spencer whined, as his fingers rose to his hair and gripped so hard that he could have torn it from his scalp.
Prosper bared his teeth, welcoming that possessive touch. He looked between them as his companion's thick cock rubbed against his chest, smearing pre-come over his skin. If his body was not delightfully tight, he would have lifted him high enough to lick his pink head clean.
Reluctantly, Prosper focused on being gentle with his lover, as he
He knew how surprising and intimate that touch could be, as Prosper had used such methods to pleasure himself over the years. He rubbed his fingertips against Spencer's tight hole, keeping the lubricant thick and slick on his fingers. When it transferred onto soft skin, he mentally replaced it with more, to ensure that this night would only end in pleasure.
Prosper bit his lip, as he stroked Spencer. A whispered word, that he could not decipher, encouraged him to press forward. He pushed one finger against the tight muscles; they offered such resistance that he dare not venture further.
“Please,” Spencer whispered in his ear.
He supplied what he demanded, pushing further, until his lover bit his shoulder with a groan.
Prosper's instincts rose to the surface; his teeth extended and he growled. His darker nature relished the bite as something it understood and craved. That bite had woken his hunger and he could not fight it.
He kept the knowledge of Spencer's untouched innocence at the fore of his mind. He could never forget to treat him with care, if he wanted to keep his new companion.
Inarticulate, Prosper caught his companion's mouth with his own. He longed to kiss him until his heart stopped, destroying his delicate humanity. Instead, he removed his finger and slowly pushed in two.
Spencer moaned, the sound muffled by their hungry kiss. Fingers clawed at the base of his spine, pulling him closer, driving him to breaking point.
With a last twist of his fingers, Prosper removed them from his lover, caught Spencer's waist in both hands and lifted him off his feet. The skinny human frame proved no hindrance to his vampire strength and Spencer helped, by wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist.
His gaze was hot and heady, full of the same need that surged between them. Words were unnecessary, as they parted from their kiss; they were of one accord.
Prosper cupped Spencer's pert rear and pressed his back against the bookcase. His companion locked on to his steady gaze and never looked away. He decided to discover how quickly he could make Spencer break that stare.
Slowly, he eased his human onto his eager cock, both panting hard, as Prosper filled him. Aroused beyond comprehension, Prosper did not stop until settled deep within him, ignoring the painful nails that dug into his shoulder blades.
Nothing compared to the pain of his hard cock and full balls, that demanded a release.
He gloried in the clenched muscles and tightness that surrounded him; it knocked him speechless as he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again.
Spencer gasped and closed his eyes, an action that brought Prosper more pleasure than it should. He was such a stubborn boy; Prosper had expected him to hold out longer, before admitting that he had given himself over to desire.
His third thrust knocked the breath from him, as Spencer reached to grasp one of the bookcase shelves, for purchase. The move lifted his hips toward his next thrust, until Prosper hit his prostate.
Spencer twisted, opening his eyes to gaze at him as his mouth slackened, to let him breathe through the heat they generated.
Prosper stared back, feeling that tangible thread between them, that cemented the belief they were life mates. Only two souls bound together, finally connecting in a physical expression of passion, could allow him to feel what Spencer experienced. When he hit his prostate a second time, deliberately, the pleasure mirrored in Prosper's own body.
“Prosper,” Spencer whined, as his fingers rose to his hair and gripped so hard that he could have torn it from his scalp.
Prosper bared his teeth, welcoming that possessive touch. He looked between them as his companion's thick cock rubbed against his chest, smearing pre-come over his skin. If his body was not delightfully tight, he would have lifted him high enough to lick his pink head clean.
Reluctantly, Prosper focused on being gentle with his lover, as he
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