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Michael pulled back and flashed me a wicked grin that let me know he’d put those thoughts into my head on purpose. I scrambled to get out of my shirt, but he had to help, because it had gotten stuck. But we both laughed like schoolboys, and I reveled in the newness of exploring each other. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the wonder I felt at touching him, at having him so near, even though it already felt like the most natural thing in the world.

And then I peeled his shirt off him, too, in between landing kisses on his lips. Then, when he was shirtless in the dimness of the motel room, I ran my hands along his bare chest, delighting in the lean smoothness of his muscles.

Michael stared back at me, the naked hunger plain to see in his eyes.

We scrambled out of our jeans, unable to wait any longer. Michael’s cock was hard and beautiful. I wrapped my hand around it, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me forget everything.”

“Turn around,” Michael instructed me, the spark of hunger becoming an inferno, like he might devour me whole at any moment.

Biting my lip in anticipation, I did as he commanded.

Then he guided me to kneel on the edge of the bed, on my hands and knees. I heard the snick of the lubricant again. Then the glorious sensation of his rough fingertips smearing slickness onto my hole. I let out a sharp gasp as he slid one finger into me, and then another.

My cock jumped, already aching for release. I needed him to fill me and make me his.

He removed his fingers from me.

I let out a hiss, feeling abruptly empty.

Then I felt him line up his crown with my hole. He let out a groan as he sank himself into me, somehow managing to set the perfect pace, which was neither too fast nor too slow.

His cock felt glorious, deep inside of me, filling me up. The stretch was delicious. And when he began to move, I let out shuddering gasps as he hit my prostate over and over again, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body.

I began to realize that I could feel what he felt, too: the tight heat of my hole wrapped around his hard cock as he drove into me. The glorious sensation of being inside of another man, the primal knowing that he was making me belong to him, that he was filling me with pleasure and need.

The mingled sensation was too much. And it would never be enough. He could sink himself into me every hour of every day and it wouldn’t be enough.

Michael, I need you to fill me up. Cum in me.

He set an aggressive, devasting pace, one that was almost mean, driving himself deep into me with soft groans. It was all I could do to hold still and let him use me, to let him fuck me senseless into the mattress, and make the entire day disappear. My cock ached, dripping with precum, and neither one of us touched it.

I knew he could feel what it was like for me too, the pleasure of having him use me for his own pleasure, of giving myself over to him, losing myself in the sensation until I was just a needy mess of moans as my hands clutched the comforter of the bed.

“I’m going to cum,” Michael whispered, placing an arm to hold my shoulder steady as he drove himself into me.

Something primal took me over and I nodded wildly, unable to even form words. I needed him to fill me, all over again. To make mehis.

And then he drove himself into me harder, with a low groan. I felt the warmth spread through him and the delicious way heswelled inside of me. And his blindingly white-hot orgasm sent me over the edge. My pelvis tightened and he groaned again in ecstasy at the sensation. My own orgasm tore out of me, and I shot rope after rope of hot cum onto the bedspread.

“Fuck,” Michael whispered a moment later, pulling out and causing me to wince.

Then he vanished into the bathroom and returned with a towel. When we’d both cleaned ourselves off and stripped away the wet comforter, we collapsed into the bed together. Michael pulled me into his arms.

“I love you,” he said. “And I’ll keep saying that every day. I should’ve said it before. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“I love you, too,” I replied, curling against him. My entire life, I had been trained to be a hunter, to be tough and self-sufficient, and I had never quite lived up to that. With Michael holding me in his arms, I didn’t need to be that. It was okay for me to just be me.

“Always,” he promised. “What you are is exactly enough, Danny. It always has been. Even if you’ve never let yourself believe it before. But I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you. You’re perfect. My perfect Danny.”

I couldn’t help the flash of doubt I felt. Even though I was a vampire?

“Maybe even especially because you’re a vampire,” Michael corrected. “I would love you, no matter what. I swear it.”

“You’d think it would be weird, having you in my head all the time,” I told him, smiling a little. “You’d think I’d want to run away from it. But I don’t. I—I like having you there.”

“Good,” he murmured. And I could feel his satisfaction, his contentment, his easy and total conviction that I was his other half. He added, “For the record, I like being there. And I’m glad you’re in my head, too. Apologies in advance for what you might find there, though. You might see some pretty twisted stuff.”

“Not minding it so far. Maybe I’m a little twisted too.”