thought.
Alec was everything he could have dared dream for. Perfectly designed just for him, he felt the fated bond in his bones. It was not something he could describe, when words were so inadequate. Not even the most distinguished of poets had words for this.
He took in Alec’s human form, all defined muscles and strong lines, pale skin, smattering of hair in all the perfect places. His green eyes reminded Cronin of the moors of Scotland. His pink lips parted just so in breath. He also had trails of fang puncture marks on his neck and his inner thighs, markings Cronin should feel guilt for, yet only pride and possession filled him.
Alec was his, and he loved being bitten. He wore the bite marks with gratification, and he wanted other vampires to see, to know. And that pleased Cronin greatly.
Alec had been a little disappointed that Cronin had shown enough restraint not to bite him. It had taken a great deal of willpower not to sink his teeth into Alec’s flesh, but he’d done it.
Cronin wondered whether this was also a first in vampire history, and if this now made him an incubus. He snorted to himself, causing Alec to stir in his sleep. Alec slid an arm around Cronin and nestled into him, encouraging Cronin’s cock to fill. It didn’t take much—a look, a touch, just being close—and Cronin’s desire to have him flooded his body.
Despite only a few hours sleep, and only a few hours since their last joining, Alec seemed to sense Cronin’s want. He stirred from his sleep again and moaned. It was a sound that made Cronin flex his hips. Without opening his eyes, Alec smiled and rolled onto his stomach. He spread his thighs and lifted his ass, moaning again.
Alec was still slick from their last time, filled with lube and come. Alec never wanted to be cleaned up. He loved that Cronin could release inside him, telling him time and again how good it made him feel. And Cronin loved it too. He loved that Alec would smell of him afterwards, that he’d laid claim to what was his, and made it his own, every time.
“Please,” Alec murmured into the pillow. He arched his back and lifted his ass one more time.
Cronin never could say no to him.
He slid over Alec’s back, lying between his spread thighs. Cronin’s erection pressed against Alec’s slick crack, and Alec whined underneath him until Cronin pressed his cock into him.
He slid in easily, and in one slow thrust he was fully seated inside him. Alec groaned louder this time, pushing his forehead into the pillow, and Cronin growled in his ear. Alec convulsed at the sound and cried out, lifting his ass the best he could, wanting everything Cronin would give him.
Cronin took Alec’s hands and held them to the mattress above his head. He loved watching Alec’s shoulder muscles bunch and slide under his skin, how the back of his neck would stretch as Alec pushed his forehead into the pillow. He braced himself against Cronin’s thrusts, giving himself so completely.
And Cronin took him.
He pushed in as deep as he could, being buried so far inside before pulling out and sliding back in as hard and deep as Alec’s human body would allow. Pleasure soon took over and Cronin’s thrusts became a little sharper, harder, and all he wanted to do was bite.
He wanted to sink his teeth through Alec’s flesh as his cock sunk into his ass, he wanted to fuck and bite, to claim and to own. It was in his nature, it was a primal instinct, but his instinct to protect Alec was greater.
Cronin threw his head back, thrust once more, and came. Alec’s body convulsed around him, gripping his cock and taking in every drop Cronin gave him. Cronin collapsed on top of Alec, sated and spent. Alec threaded his fingers with Cronin’s to keep him right where he was, and before Cronin could even pull out of him, Alec was already fast asleep. Smiling and sated and, Cronin hoped, dreaming of pleasant things, he slept soundly.
A while later, when Alec’s breaths had become soft snores,
Alec was everything he could have dared dream for. Perfectly designed just for him, he felt the fated bond in his bones. It was not something he could describe, when words were so inadequate. Not even the most distinguished of poets had words for this.
He took in Alec’s human form, all defined muscles and strong lines, pale skin, smattering of hair in all the perfect places. His green eyes reminded Cronin of the moors of Scotland. His pink lips parted just so in breath. He also had trails of fang puncture marks on his neck and his inner thighs, markings Cronin should feel guilt for, yet only pride and possession filled him.
Alec was his, and he loved being bitten. He wore the bite marks with gratification, and he wanted other vampires to see, to know. And that pleased Cronin greatly.
Alec had been a little disappointed that Cronin had shown enough restraint not to bite him. It had taken a great deal of willpower not to sink his teeth into Alec’s flesh, but he’d done it.
Cronin wondered whether this was also a first in vampire history, and if this now made him an incubus. He snorted to himself, causing Alec to stir in his sleep. Alec slid an arm around Cronin and nestled into him, encouraging Cronin’s cock to fill. It didn’t take much—a look, a touch, just being close—and Cronin’s desire to have him flooded his body.
Despite only a few hours sleep, and only a few hours since their last joining, Alec seemed to sense Cronin’s want. He stirred from his sleep again and moaned. It was a sound that made Cronin flex his hips. Without opening his eyes, Alec smiled and rolled onto his stomach. He spread his thighs and lifted his ass, moaning again.
Alec was still slick from their last time, filled with lube and come. Alec never wanted to be cleaned up. He loved that Cronin could release inside him, telling him time and again how good it made him feel. And Cronin loved it too. He loved that Alec would smell of him afterwards, that he’d laid claim to what was his, and made it his own, every time.
“Please,” Alec murmured into the pillow. He arched his back and lifted his ass one more time.
Cronin never could say no to him.
He slid over Alec’s back, lying between his spread thighs. Cronin’s erection pressed against Alec’s slick crack, and Alec whined underneath him until Cronin pressed his cock into him.
He slid in easily, and in one slow thrust he was fully seated inside him. Alec groaned louder this time, pushing his forehead into the pillow, and Cronin growled in his ear. Alec convulsed at the sound and cried out, lifting his ass the best he could, wanting everything Cronin would give him.
Cronin took Alec’s hands and held them to the mattress above his head. He loved watching Alec’s shoulder muscles bunch and slide under his skin, how the back of his neck would stretch as Alec pushed his forehead into the pillow. He braced himself against Cronin’s thrusts, giving himself so completely.
And Cronin took him.
He pushed in as deep as he could, being buried so far inside before pulling out and sliding back in as hard and deep as Alec’s human body would allow. Pleasure soon took over and Cronin’s thrusts became a little sharper, harder, and all he wanted to do was bite.
He wanted to sink his teeth through Alec’s flesh as his cock sunk into his ass, he wanted to fuck and bite, to claim and to own. It was in his nature, it was a primal instinct, but his instinct to protect Alec was greater.
Cronin threw his head back, thrust once more, and came. Alec’s body convulsed around him, gripping his cock and taking in every drop Cronin gave him. Cronin collapsed on top of Alec, sated and spent. Alec threaded his fingers with Cronin’s to keep him right where he was, and before Cronin could even pull out of him, Alec was already fast asleep. Smiling and sated and, Cronin hoped, dreaming of pleasant things, he slept soundly.
A while later, when Alec’s breaths had become soft snores,
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