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Trick was shaking, tiny tremors that he probably wouldn't
have noticed if they hadn't been so close. "Then feed, baby-
boy, please..."
He looked into Trick's eyes, he could see his own need
reflected within them. "I love you."
He took a long, slow kiss, enjoying the flavor of his lover's
mouth. Then he slid his lips down, tongue finding the quick
beat of Trick's pulse, and waited, drawing out the
anticipation. Trick sobbed, hands coming up to press him
against the warm neck. Trick's shudders were growing more
pronounced, heart beat beginning to race.
He bit, unable and unwilling to wait. Blood filled him as he
pulled strongly at the wound, heat and sweetness and rich
dark overwhelming need singing through his body. Trick
jerked against him, his scream immediate and long. The
hands in Bast's hair held him tightly in place, even as Trick
began to sob in time with each suck.
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Bast rubbed himself against Trick as he fed, moaning
softly, cock aching as his belly filled. His hands held Trick
close, fingers tangled in Trick's hair.
"Love you, Bast." Trick's words were soft, his hands
gentling in Bast's hair as he began to grow weaker, his need
to feed Bast sated, his body growing heavy. Bast slowly
closed the wound, laying his tongue against Trick's throat for
a long moment. It felt so good, Trick's heat against him,
within him, all through him.
"Thank you."
"Shh ... I should have paid more attention, should have
stopped earlier." Bast nuzzled into Trick's throat, purring
softly at the feel and smell of his Sweets. "You should kick me
next time. Hard."
Trick snorted and kissed his head, arms looping around his
waist. "Make love to me, Bast?"
"Yes, Sweets." Bast slowly walked them over to the bed,
hands working upon the laces of Trick's vest and pants,
tongue licking softly against salt-sweet skin. "My beautiful
love."
"I'm not sure I'm ever going to get out of these now that
I've come in them." Trick shook his head. "Nothing else
seemed to work though." Trick closed Bast's mouth with
warm lips, kissing him deeply. "The cut on my face aches;
can you kiss it better?"
"Mmm ... my pleasure." Bast kissed his way up Trick's
cheek, licking and tasting, closing the wound with ease. He
continued licking Trick's cheek, tracing the new, pink flesh
with his tongue.
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Trick shuddered softly, purring, hands tracing random
patterns along Bast's back. Bast slowly began to lick and suck
his way down Trick's jaw, hands removing the leather vest
and then working to open the tight pants. He whispered soft
endearments against Trick's skin, each word a spell, a
promise, a hope.
Trick's hands moved through his hair, caressing his scalp
slowly, making soft sounds of pleasure and love. "Missed you
so much, baby-boy."
"Missed you, Sweets." His lips were fascinated by the
contrasts of texture between the hollows of Trick's collarbones
and the curve of strong shoulders. "God, you taste so good,
so good."
"That's need you taste, Bast. And want and hunger and
anticipation and desire that've been lingering for six days..."
He swooped up, stealing Trick's words with his mouth,
before grinning widely. "But you taste as good if I've made
love to you every minute for six days, Sweets. If I've just
sucked you, just fed from you. You just taste good, love."
"Mmm, making love every minute for six days. I like the
sound of that." Trick's hands slid to cup his cheeks and
brought their mouths back together. "How long until this
infernal project of yours is done and we can see if you can
keep it up for six days?"
"I could be finished tonight, if I was willing to deny myself
your sweet body." Bast shrugged, hands pushing the leather
off Trick's hips. "I'll finish tomorrow."
"Oh, good." Trick made a face. "Fuck, I'm a mess."
"Want to come shower with me?"
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"If by 'shower with you' you mean fuck you under the
spray of hot water, hell yes."
"Oh, wonderful." He bent and nibbled at Trick's collarbone.
"I can survive if I don't have you, but once I have the taste of
you on my lips ... I need, Trick."
Trick chuckled. "So you're saying what I should have done
was cut my finger and push it into your mouth?"
Bast shivered. "That would have done it, yes. I ... I don't
look because I want you so ... I could get lost in you." He
wouldn't look up, buried his face in Trick's belly, breathing in
the scent of sex and hunger.
"You mean the way I'm already lost in you?" Trick's voice
was rough with hunger, his hands less gentle now as they slid
through his hair.
Bast moaned, tongue sliding over Trick's skin, finding the
salty evidence of pleasure. The air felt charged, as if he had
been half-asleep for days and days and only now came alive.
A moan drifted down, Trick's hips shifting restlessly.
"We're not going to make it to the shower, baby-boy."
"No?" He loved the skin of Trick's sac, velvet and warmth
beneath his lips.
"Fuck, no." The words were almost growled and Trick was
pushing him back against the bed.
Bast groaned, reaching for Trick, lips refusing to leave the
sweet skin. Trick kept pushing until Bast's mouth slid over his
cock. Whimpering, he began to move his hips, sliding in and
out of Bast's mouth. This was better than feeding, better than
anything Bast moaned, sucking firmly on Trick's cock, each [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]