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thrust into his accepting body. He buried his face in his neck and inhaled Spencer's invigorating scent, glorying in the feel of his body.
It did not take long before he lost control of his senses. With Spencer's biting fingers drawing him ever closer, he thrust hard and fast, desperate to sink into the supple young body.
His companion matched each breathy sound Prosper made with his own. Spencer's hips matched his rhythm, until they were thrusting so hard against one another that his companion's cries of pleasure were mingled with small grunts of discomfort, as the shelves dug into his back. But still his human held tight, still Spencer dug his nails into Prosper's shoulders and begged for more, in private whispers only meant for this moment.
Overcome by the wild passion they shared for one another, Prosper did not recognise the tightness and desperation in his stomach until Spencer cried out and came between them. Hot come sprayed his chest, as Prosper continued to move inside of him. It did not take long for those tightly clamped muscles to send him over the edge.
He lay his head on his lover's shoulder, now they were spent. He could not bear to have it end. He had never reached an orgasm, until now, unless by his own hand. His fantasies could not compare with the reality of losing himself to Spencer's body.
He used his speed to relocate to the bed, where he lay his lover down and looked deep into his eyes.
Spencer surrendered to the moment and the stability he had given him. Yet, when he could have asked to rest, he refused. “Kiss me, as you make love to me,” he asked, in a short, breathy voice that sent shivers down his spine.
Prosper could only obey. He braced his knees, leaning over the gloriously naked body before him. Pushing one hand into the mattress, he used the other to brush aside Spencer's short, floppy hair from his forehead. He wiped away the sweat beading on his brow and leaned in to let their lips meet halfway.
Spencer responded to his kiss, immediately. Fingers massaged the back of his scalp and a tongue toyed with his.
Careful not to hurt him, Prosper began rocking, slowly. As a vampire, he could have multiple orgasms in a short time, but his companion could not. He wanted to offer the intimacy his human lover craved, while never losing the fire.
Chapter 10
† Parry †
E arly the next morning, Parry wandered the halls of the house. Restless and hungry, he ventured to the kitchen to find something tasty to enjoy, but found nothing. The cook had gone to bed.
It was too early to call his friend Gustavo, who may at least have been able to entertain him for a while, or offer some wise words of comfort and reassurance. And he chose not to ring the servants bell, as it would wake the entire staff. He would check the bar in the living room, where Prosper kept a flask of blood, before turning in.
Checking the bar meant passing Prosper's suite, where muffled voices drew his attention. Curious, he ventured closer.
Bringing a male into the house and having a love life would be a turning point for his brother. And change made him inquisitive.
He entered the suite, but did not bother being quiet. He passed through the living room, toward the bedroom door, peeking inside to discover secrets.
Prosper lay on his bed with the same boy from earlier. Unfortunately, he could see they were naked, through the open muslin curtains of the bed.
“They mean nothing, Prosper,” the boy said, with feeling. “All they do is show me how strong and brave you are, to have suffered the making of them and come out the other side a better man,” the rather masculine voice said.
“There are those who say they love me who cannot look at me. How can you say they mean nothing?” Prosper asked.
Parry lingered. He did not like the sound of this discussion, but could tell why young hands wandered over his brother's skin. The boy freely explored his scars and burns, with inquisitiveness.
“It is not your
It did not take long before he lost control of his senses. With Spencer's biting fingers drawing him ever closer, he thrust hard and fast, desperate to sink into the supple young body.
His companion matched each breathy sound Prosper made with his own. Spencer's hips matched his rhythm, until they were thrusting so hard against one another that his companion's cries of pleasure were mingled with small grunts of discomfort, as the shelves dug into his back. But still his human held tight, still Spencer dug his nails into Prosper's shoulders and begged for more, in private whispers only meant for this moment.
Overcome by the wild passion they shared for one another, Prosper did not recognise the tightness and desperation in his stomach until Spencer cried out and came between them. Hot come sprayed his chest, as Prosper continued to move inside of him. It did not take long for those tightly clamped muscles to send him over the edge.
He lay his head on his lover's shoulder, now they were spent. He could not bear to have it end. He had never reached an orgasm, until now, unless by his own hand. His fantasies could not compare with the reality of losing himself to Spencer's body.
He used his speed to relocate to the bed, where he lay his lover down and looked deep into his eyes.
Spencer surrendered to the moment and the stability he had given him. Yet, when he could have asked to rest, he refused. “Kiss me, as you make love to me,” he asked, in a short, breathy voice that sent shivers down his spine.
Prosper could only obey. He braced his knees, leaning over the gloriously naked body before him. Pushing one hand into the mattress, he used the other to brush aside Spencer's short, floppy hair from his forehead. He wiped away the sweat beading on his brow and leaned in to let their lips meet halfway.
Spencer responded to his kiss, immediately. Fingers massaged the back of his scalp and a tongue toyed with his.
Careful not to hurt him, Prosper began rocking, slowly. As a vampire, he could have multiple orgasms in a short time, but his companion could not. He wanted to offer the intimacy his human lover craved, while never losing the fire.
Chapter 10
† Parry †
E arly the next morning, Parry wandered the halls of the house. Restless and hungry, he ventured to the kitchen to find something tasty to enjoy, but found nothing. The cook had gone to bed.
It was too early to call his friend Gustavo, who may at least have been able to entertain him for a while, or offer some wise words of comfort and reassurance. And he chose not to ring the servants bell, as it would wake the entire staff. He would check the bar in the living room, where Prosper kept a flask of blood, before turning in.
Checking the bar meant passing Prosper's suite, where muffled voices drew his attention. Curious, he ventured closer.
Bringing a male into the house and having a love life would be a turning point for his brother. And change made him inquisitive.
He entered the suite, but did not bother being quiet. He passed through the living room, toward the bedroom door, peeking inside to discover secrets.
Prosper lay on his bed with the same boy from earlier. Unfortunately, he could see they were naked, through the open muslin curtains of the bed.
“They mean nothing, Prosper,” the boy said, with feeling. “All they do is show me how strong and brave you are, to have suffered the making of them and come out the other side a better man,” the rather masculine voice said.
“There are those who say they love me who cannot look at me. How can you say they mean nothing?” Prosper asked.
Parry lingered. He did not like the sound of this discussion, but could tell why young hands wandered over his brother's skin. The boy freely explored his scars and burns, with inquisitiveness.
“It is not your
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