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himself from coming. Gasping, he watched as Bast slowly
came down, waiting to go to his lover, making them both
wait. Finally Bast's head lifted, hands pushing the faded jeans
down and off, the dark shirt shrugged off. Slowly, eyes
glittering at Trick, Bast rubbed his seed into his skin, making
him shine softly in the lamplight.
"Fuck." Trick swallowed and licked his lips, breathing
heavily. "What do you want, baby-boy? Do you want me to
fuck your mouth or your ass?"
"Mmm ... choices, choices..." Cock satisfied, Bast was all
hunger, sleek and silken and sharp. He undulated as his
hands moved over his skin. "I want you to take my ass,
Sweets. Hard and fast and deep."
"I think I can manage that." Trick barely recognized his
own voice, twisted as it was by hunger and need. His eyes
were locked onto Bast's hands, watching them move,
watching that body move. His hunger would not be held back
much longer.
"Trick, Sweets ... I need you. Come and feed me, love."
He shot off the bed, almost leaping across the space
between them. Hooking his hands beneath Bast's arms, he
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dragged his lover up, mouth crushing against Bast's as soon
as they were face to face. Pulling those lean legs up around
his waist, he pushed, cock searching for the heat he needed.
Bast's lips parted for him, tongue pushing against his
steadily. His lover shifted, tilted and pushed down, groaning
low and harsh as the tip of his cock slid inside.
"Oh, fuck, you're hot." Trick gasped and pushed the rest of
the way in. "And tight."
Bast's eyes were glowing, hunger tangible. "Hard and fast
and deep, Sweets. Want to feel you in my bones."
He nodded. "I don't think I could do it any other way,
baby-boy. Not with the way you were teasing me."
Trick shifted slightly, getting a better grip and pulled out.
Taking a deep breath he gave Bast a wild smile and slammed
back in. It was easy to find the rhythm they both wanted and
the sound of that sweet body hitting the wall each time he
slammed in spurred him on. Bast's arms were hard on his
shoulders, legs tight around his waist. For every thrust, Bast
pushed back, meeting him, taking everything he gave. The
bright eyes never left his face, the lush mouth open and
hungry.
His movements became harder, more frantic and jerky.
When he couldn't hold out any longer he tilted his head back
in mute invitation.
"Sweets..." The whisper against his throat was full of awe
and need, brushing softly a mere second before Bast's fang
struck deep.
It was always the same; the moment Bast bit into him he
lost all control. Pleasure crashed through him, making him
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scream, making him come. Shudders rocked through him
with each suck of Bast's mouth against his skin. He could
hear his blood rushing through his veins, imagined he could
hear it pushing into Bast's mouth, filling the vampire with
himself, come and blood and life mixing together.
Bast was all heat and languid pleasure in his arms, lips
easing, the pull slowing and fading by tiny increments. Bast
drew it out, giving Trick long, breathless moments of sweet
sensation. He was shaking by the time Bast closed the wound
and he pulled out gently, mourning their joining with a soft
noise and then slid to the ground, his lover still wrapped in his
arms. "I love you, baby-boy."
Bast's hands were busy, stroking over his hair, his face, his
shoulders, soft kisses pressed to his throat, his jaw. "Oh,
Trick, I love you. Was it what you wanted, Sweets? Watching
me?"
He chuckled, nuzzling into the sweet touches. "As usual,
when it comes to sex you surpass all my expectations."
Bast blinked, nipping sharply at his ear. "Only when it
comes to sex?"
Trick laughed, the sound feeling good as it bubbled up his
chest. "I knew you were going to say that."
"Of course you did." The bite turned into a warm nuzzle.
"You know me, Sweets." He turned his face to meet Bast's
mouth, the kiss soft and full, unhurried. Bast was warm and
heavy, eyelashes brushing against him. "Mm ... love you,
Sweets."
"I love you, too, Bast. A lot. A scary lot."
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Bast gave him another kiss, fingers trailing through his
hair, soothing and easy. "So ... my Sweets ... want to make
use of the divan? I mean, you went to all the trouble to move
it..."
"You offering to give me another show?"
"I'll give you whatever you want, Sweets." Bast nibbled
again. "Or you could give me one..."
He shuddered, the thought of touching himself while Bast
watched almost as arousing as the thought of Bast fucking
himself on a fake cock, spread out on the bed, slender body
moving...
Another bite, this one hard enough to break the skin. "Or
we could do both."
Moaning, he shuddered again. "Both?"
"Mmmhmm. I could watch you while you watch me and
then," Nip. "Then I could lick the come off your belly," Nibble.
"And then suck you until you're hard again," Long wet lick.
"And then have a snack and then we can do it all over again."
Bast bit his way to Trick's mouth, taking Trick's lower lip and
biting it firmly, sucking the trickle of blood off lazily, savoring
it.
Pleasure was zinging through him, making him hard. He
reached out with his tongue, meeting and playing with Bast's.
"Or you could just keep talking and I'll come all over you."
"Works for me, lover." Bast began rocking in his lap and
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