Page 40 of Caller of Crows

As soon as he hitSend, he decided that he'd had enough. Discarding his phone, he turned in the vampire's lap, his hands gripping the front of Altair's shirt as he crushed their lips together.

Altair groaned in surprise, but his lips parted, letting Sven kiss him.

Their tongues touched, and Sven's hands moved from the vampire's shirt to his pants, fumbling with the zipper.

Altair didn't stop him.

His hands rested on Sven's hips instead, fingers digging into his flesh.

Sven pulled the vampire's cock free and then broke their kiss, his eyes meeting Altair's.

"What are you waiting for?" the vampire asked.

Sven didn't respond with words. Instead, he lined their cocks up, the friction making him groan.

Altair pulled him into another kiss, and Sven's hips jerked, his cock sliding against the vampire's.

Fuck.

This wasn't enough.

He needed more.

Needed the vampire inside him.

But that wasn't an option.

The lube was still on the bedside table where they'd left it the night before, and Sven was unwilling to break their kiss or their embrace and walk across the room to retrieve it.

Altair seemed content with the way things were, though.

His mouth was hot and demanding, his fangs grazing Sven's tongue, his fingers digging into Sven's sides, his cock pressed against Sven's, precome smearing both their shirts.

Fuck,Sven wanted the vampire so bad.

"More," he gasped against Altair's mouth.

Altair bit his lip, and a burst of pain and pleasure shot through Sven, the bite combining with the friction of their cocks against each other, their mouths locked, their bodies touching, and Sven lost himself in a haze of sensation. His balls drew tight, his hips stuttered, and he gasped, moaning Altair's name.

He spilled his seed over their clothes.

Altair didn't let him relax, though.

His fingers curled around Sven's spent cock, his fingers moving, his grip rough and fast.

Sven gasped, pleasure and discomfort mixing as Altair brought him closer and closer to the edge of overstimulation.

"Please," he begged, his whole body tense.

Altair's fangs pierced his skin, and Sven cried out as pain and pleasure became one. His head spun. Everything was too much. He couldn't handle this.

But Altair didn't let him go.

"Break for me." Altair's dark voice filled his ears, his mind, his soul, like a drug, and Sven did as the vampire commanded, coming apart completely, his body shuddering, his senses overloading, his mind spinning.

Altair held him, murmuring warm praises into his ear that belied his usual cold persona, until finally, Sven came back down.

Panting, Sven slumped in the vampire's arms, exhausted.