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not in residence having left well before sunset.
“Kieran?” he called softly as he stood up from the large, soft bed, and stretched. “Have you already abandoned me in favor of exploring?”
“I have not.” His lover’s voice had deepened with the change, and now the husky words slid up along Lucien’s spine. “I was at the window, looking at the gardens.”
“Are they lovely?” Heading toward the sound of Kieran’s voice, Lucien trusted that his lover would warn him if there was anything in his way.
“Mmm hmm. The moon is turning everything to silver.”
He reached Kieran without incident and pushed up against Kieran’s warm, naked back, his arms going around Kieran’s middle. Lucien rested his chin on Kieran’s shoulder, the scent of his lover’s blood strong this close, exciting him. “That sounds almost as lovely as you,” he murmured, stroking Kieran’s belly.
“Flatterer.” Kieran chuckled.
“Not so, my love. You are the most beautiful thing I know.” Kieran filled Lucien’s senses and made him so happy. He rubbed against his most favorite. “What are we doing tonight?”
“Do you hunger?” Did he hunger? Had there been more than a moment since he’d met Kieran that he had not?
“Always, Kieran.” His tongue slid along Kieran’s long neck, lips nibbling.
“Mmm.” Chin dipping, Kieran offered more of that nape to him.
Letting one tooth scrape along Kieran’s skin, but not breaking it, Lucian moaned. Not yet. The tease was too delicious. Kieran arched against him, soft moan almost too quiet to hear.
Lucien grabbed Kieran’s hips and turned him, bringing their mouths together in a hard kiss, their teeth knocking, one of their lips splitting. The sounds that pushed into his mouth were deep and raw, the fingers on his hips hard enough to bruise. The passion flared quick and bright between them, the shared drops of blood like an appetizer for the heat to come. Lucien slid his hands down to Kieran’s ass, holding on.
Throbbing against his thigh, Kiernan’s cock was full and promised him pleasure, and an eternity of desire. Their tongues tangled together, fought and played as they rubbed, heat on heat.
Kieran began to move, leading him on a hunt, keeping that throbbing vein away from his lips. Lucien teased Kieran’s nipples, trying to distract as he gave chase, mouth searching and eager. They stumbled back, Kieran’s flesh responding eagerly to his touch, the scent of need stronger on the air.
Lucien pushed Kieran up against the window, mouth finally latching onto Kieran’s skin.
“Lucien. Lover.” Blood calling to him, Kieran’s vein seemed to leap into his lips.
“Mine.” Lucien growled the word, and then bit, Kieran’s lifeblood pouring into his mouth. It was the finest wine, heat and life filling his lips, his body, his soul. He lost himself in it, in his lover, his Kieran.
Eventually Kieran drew Lucien’s wrist up, needle-sharp teeth sinking in deep. Crying out, Lucien came, his body spilling, blood and seed, onto, into his lover.
They slumped together, sinking to the floor with its chilled stone and heavy rugs. Moaning, Kieran curled close and held him as if he were something special. The strength of his lover’s arms had grown more and more familiar as they’d lived and loved, Lucien’s faith in Kieran being the one for him fulfilled.
“Happy?” Lucien needed to know he wasn’t the only one to have gained by turning Kieran.
“More than happy.” Kieran smiled against his cheek, lips soft and warm.
“Mmm…good.” Lucien stretched and curled again, sliding against Kieran with long, slow movements.
At home.
No matter where they went, he was home with Kieran.
About the Author
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love”, while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice”, Sean Michael spends the days surfing, smutting, organizing an immense gourd collection, and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small
“Kieran?” he called softly as he stood up from the large, soft bed, and stretched. “Have you already abandoned me in favor of exploring?”
“I have not.” His lover’s voice had deepened with the change, and now the husky words slid up along Lucien’s spine. “I was at the window, looking at the gardens.”
“Are they lovely?” Heading toward the sound of Kieran’s voice, Lucien trusted that his lover would warn him if there was anything in his way.
“Mmm hmm. The moon is turning everything to silver.”
He reached Kieran without incident and pushed up against Kieran’s warm, naked back, his arms going around Kieran’s middle. Lucien rested his chin on Kieran’s shoulder, the scent of his lover’s blood strong this close, exciting him. “That sounds almost as lovely as you,” he murmured, stroking Kieran’s belly.
“Flatterer.” Kieran chuckled.
“Not so, my love. You are the most beautiful thing I know.” Kieran filled Lucien’s senses and made him so happy. He rubbed against his most favorite. “What are we doing tonight?”
“Do you hunger?” Did he hunger? Had there been more than a moment since he’d met Kieran that he had not?
“Always, Kieran.” His tongue slid along Kieran’s long neck, lips nibbling.
“Mmm.” Chin dipping, Kieran offered more of that nape to him.
Letting one tooth scrape along Kieran’s skin, but not breaking it, Lucian moaned. Not yet. The tease was too delicious. Kieran arched against him, soft moan almost too quiet to hear.
Lucien grabbed Kieran’s hips and turned him, bringing their mouths together in a hard kiss, their teeth knocking, one of their lips splitting. The sounds that pushed into his mouth were deep and raw, the fingers on his hips hard enough to bruise. The passion flared quick and bright between them, the shared drops of blood like an appetizer for the heat to come. Lucien slid his hands down to Kieran’s ass, holding on.
Throbbing against his thigh, Kiernan’s cock was full and promised him pleasure, and an eternity of desire. Their tongues tangled together, fought and played as they rubbed, heat on heat.
Kieran began to move, leading him on a hunt, keeping that throbbing vein away from his lips. Lucien teased Kieran’s nipples, trying to distract as he gave chase, mouth searching and eager. They stumbled back, Kieran’s flesh responding eagerly to his touch, the scent of need stronger on the air.
Lucien pushed Kieran up against the window, mouth finally latching onto Kieran’s skin.
“Lucien. Lover.” Blood calling to him, Kieran’s vein seemed to leap into his lips.
“Mine.” Lucien growled the word, and then bit, Kieran’s lifeblood pouring into his mouth. It was the finest wine, heat and life filling his lips, his body, his soul. He lost himself in it, in his lover, his Kieran.
Eventually Kieran drew Lucien’s wrist up, needle-sharp teeth sinking in deep. Crying out, Lucien came, his body spilling, blood and seed, onto, into his lover.
They slumped together, sinking to the floor with its chilled stone and heavy rugs. Moaning, Kieran curled close and held him as if he were something special. The strength of his lover’s arms had grown more and more familiar as they’d lived and loved, Lucien’s faith in Kieran being the one for him fulfilled.
“Happy?” Lucien needed to know he wasn’t the only one to have gained by turning Kieran.
“More than happy.” Kieran smiled against his cheek, lips soft and warm.
“Mmm…good.” Lucien stretched and curled again, sliding against Kieran with long, slow movements.
At home.
No matter where they went, he was home with Kieran.
About the Author
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love”, while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice”, Sean Michael spends the days surfing, smutting, organizing an immense gourd collection, and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small
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