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Ryder’s hips had ground down on top of Grayson’s cock. That beautiful organ was completely inside of him. Completely connected.

Not complete. Not yet.

He leaned down and kissed Grayson’s lips once more. A hot, deep kiss full of desperation. But then he moved along Grayson’s chin and jaw until he got to his throat.

And then he was biting down. His fangs were sinking into Grayson’s flesh like twin knives into butter on a hot day. He wondered, just as he took that first sip, what he would see with a full mouthful of Grayson’s blood. He wanted to see more, know more of this strange vision.

But this time, he only glimpsed the darkness behind his own eyelids. The blood filled his mouth and heated his throat and belly. But no further visions came. He would have felt disappointment if not for Grayson’s arms winding around him, reminding him that this moment was what mattered, not some strange dream…

His ass clenched around that delightful cock. Grayson raked his nails down his back. Grayson’s voice was in his ears as he felt the hot pump of cum flood his insides and his own cock spray its seed.

“Fly… we’re flying,” Grayson whispered.

Ryder’s orgasm then swept him over the edge and he heard nothing more for some time other than the whoosh of Grayson’s blood and the beating of his heart.

He came to when the young man sighed and his body went lax beneath him. Ryder’s eyelids flew open and he realized he was still feeding. Terror like an ice pick stabbed his belly, but then, another part of him, though, It would be the excuse I need to turn him. If I’ve taken too much…

But he released Grayson’s neck from his fangs and pulled back. He went to tap Grayson’s cheeks to rouse him from, hopefully, a blissful orgasm and not from lack of blood. But Grayson’s eyelids fluttered open of their own accord and he was smiling at Ryder. He reached up and ran the back of his hand along Ryder’s cheek and into his beard.

“So… so amazing,” Grayson said.

“Are you… are you all right? Did I take too much?” Ryder’s body was rigid and yet trembling from the release.

He’d not orgasmed so hard in… he didn’t know how long.

Grayson’s eyes fully opened. They were clear and not hazy. “No, no, I’m fine. You took like two sips. That was it. Then you sort of… passed out.”

Ryder blinked. “Did I? I… I was worried that I lost track of myself.”

That sounded so odd. Had he passed out? He couldn’t believe it! But Grayson seemed fine.

“No, you were perfect.” Grayson studied him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I am. I just need some water. What about you?”

“Ah, sure.”

Grayson reluctantly let him go and Ryder quickly got up. Both their bodies were sticky with sweat and cum. Grayson was still inside of him as he peeled himself off. He missed that connection between them. But he needed to orient himself. He felt so strange.

“That was… incredible, Grayson,” he assured the young man.

A brilliant smile. “You aren’t wrong. I feel like I could sleep for a week. As long as you are here.”

Ryder realized there was an unasked question in that. Would he stay? He’d told Grayson it was dangerous. And he’d just passed out after a--a vision or something? Could he risk sleeping beside this warm, alluring young man whose blood sang to him?

“I’ll be right back,” Ryder said.

He walked to the bathroom. Without much thought he washed himself off in the sink and cupped water in his hands to quench a thirst he didn’t have. Could he stay here? What had happened?

We did fly together.

Yes, we did. And we shall again.

With trembling hands, he filled a glass of water for Grayson then he turned the taps to make the water warm and wet a towel in it. He carried both back to the bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed. Grayson had created a nest for them. It was clear that he wanted Ryder to stay. He smiled awkwardly at Ryder.

“Are you okay?” Grayson asked again.

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m better than that.” And he wasn’t lying.