His vampire had told Shane to look him in the eyes while he was coming undone, but Shane couldn’t seem to stop coming undone. His skin felt alive, heat and chills rushing through him, making everything tender, everything heightened. He could feel each envenomed inch between his legs, a bright, aching sensation that was half orgasmic on its own, so deep it felt like it was consuming him whole. When Andres had dragged his fingers over Shane’s hole, he’d known it was over for him.
It was over, in the sense that it had just begun.
He almost didn’t realize it when Andres climbed off the bed, the lingering sensation of his fingers and his voice—god, his voice—still haunting Shane, but he returned with a condom and a bottle, and the normality of it hit Shane in a giddy little rush. It didn’t break his desire, nor did it shatter the role Andres had taken as master, merely curled inside him, warm and blissful. He was wanted, so incredibly wanted, and was about to be fucked within an inch of his life by the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, with the ridiculously solid-looking dick that was poking from the top of his lovely underwear, its tip already beaded with the pre-cum he’d be thrusting inside Shane soon, and this person also happened to be the vampire who cared deeply for Shane, emotionally and physically and now sexually as well.
As Andres made to tear open the condom, a realization hit Shane.
“I’m clean.” Perhaps he should have felt silly for blurting it out like that, but the heat in his cheeks was all for the lusty gaze Andres raised to his. “In both senses,” he clarified. “I’ve been tested, and I… prepared myself before I came. Just in case you wanted me.”
Andres paused, the unopened condom still in hand, but a smile spread across his face. “You are the most obedient little pet.” There was something almost like awe in his voice. “In that case, lie on your stomach for me, and pull your knees under you.”
Shane felt the excitement and nervousness tremble through him, building a steady throb between his legs. As he turned over, his vampire helped position him, pulling him halfway to the foot of the bed and pressing a pillow beneath his chest. Andres paused to kiss Shane’s temple, so delicate and affectionate amidst the rest of the domineering treatment.
“Vampires don’t normally get pathogenic illnesses anyway,” he said, soft and sweet, like it was a secret.
Shane could not have felt more loved, not then, and not when his vampire took hold of his ass, gently nudging it higher. Despite the difference in position, he felt just as exposed and unmoored as he had when Andres had made him hold eye-contact, the display of his holes and his total lack of knowledge for what was coming combining into a terrifying kind of pleasure, sharp and tender all at once. He expected a sudden pressure, then a thrust.
What he got, was another kiss. The gentle brush of lips to Shane’s hole was followed by a dragging tongue, warm and wet, and he moaned. The sensation of it caught up his nerves, tingling through every envenomed cell, making him ache deliciously inside. Andres’s soft chuckle, hot breath and the drag of his hands on Shane’s ass cheeks nearly curled a second sound out of him. Andres licked him again. He explored, increasing the pressure, pushing into Shane the barest bit, and when Shane was certain he’d break under the agonizing edging, his vampire’s fangs pricked him.
Every aching, yearning part of him came alive in a flush of tingling pleasure. He melted into the mattress, clutching at the pillow beneath his chest, and for a time there was only that: his lover’s tongue and lips and bursts of intoxicant, swirling his world into a haze he never wanted to come out of. Unless coming out meant his vampire coming into him.
He barely noticed the transition until Andres had spoken, one pressure replaced with another, thicker and far more solid. “By the time I finish with you, I’ll know with excruciating certainty just how much you belong to me.”
“Yes,” was all Shane could manage to get out before he was taken.
The first slide of Andres into him was like agony and ecstasy all wrapped into one, the fullness of him setting alight every nerve that had already been teased and taunted and a thousand more Shane hadn’t even known he’d possessed. He cried out, quivering beneath the force. Then it came a second time.
“That’s it, my pet. You’re such a lovely thing.” Andres’s voice was a new kind of husky, the pleasure of this clearly hitting him similarly. “Keep still for me. Let me have you.”
Shane bit into the pillow and took what he was given, each strong, blissfully debilitating stroke setting him on fire.
He hadn’t even realized how tight he’d tucked in his hands until his vampire commanded him, “Lift up your arms above your head. I want to see you unfurled.”
Shane could make no response but to whimper, slowly lifting up his arms as he was told. It lost him some of the leverage he had, the sense of permanence, left him up to Andres’s mercy as his vampire fucked him like he was an owned thing, meant to give pleasure.
His wetness dripped down his legs, and he felt Andre’s fingers sweep it up. They touched lightly to his clit. Shane’s body tried in vain to grind into the pressure, but Andres held him back, forcing him to bear through the lightest of strokes as he growled, “Don’t you come until I say.”
“No,” Shane whined, and he didn’t mean it, didn’t mean it one bit.
Andres growled, his grip on Shane’s clit-dick tightening. “What did you say to me?”
“I’m yours.” It was a cry, a plea. “Make me yours!”
“Then obey.”
But god, it was hard, each painfully light caress of his vampire’s fingers in time with the force of his thrusting made Shane delirious, quickly overwhelming any ability he had left to control himself. He arched and moaned, and his world came undone. The wash of bliss that followed was so blinding it took him over, turned him to starlight for long enough that he lost his sense of time, coming back to his insides pulsing around Andres and his clit tingling with release.
He could feel Andres slow, tentatively, still hard inside him—but he didn’t want that, god, he wasn’t ready to be done. “Punish me!” he whined. “I disobeyed you. I came too soon, make me come again when you say.”
He wasn’t sure if that would be enough explanation, but his vampire seemed to get it, pressing against Shane’s clit with far more intensity as he resumed the ferocity of his thrusting. Shane’s body jerked away from his fingers, sensitive in his post-orgasmic state, but Andres—blessed Andres—held him in place with both arms, forcing him to take his punishment head on. Shane shook, his body trembling from head to toe as his hips fought to escape, but between the white heat of the pain of it was something deeper and more powerful, a pleasure that burned low and long like a tsunami, preparing to rise back up.
“I will keep you like this until even your body submits. You will obey, my little swan,” Andres growled, his voice thick with desire, each breath ragged. Only when he went tense against Shane with one last thrust, his hand on Shane’s clit ragged and demanding, did he whisper, “Now, you may come.”
And Shane screamed. He did come, this time in a flash of heaven, searing through him like a final flood of bliss before the shut-off switch. It left a single tremble in its wake, his muscles slack and even his bones somehow empty, like every store had been spent, nothing left of him but exhaustion and a subtle contentment.
He only really felt Andres pull out of him by the lack it left, then the gentle nudge of his vampire’s hands as he was directed free of the position. He curled onto his side, wanting nothing more than to look at Andres, to memorize every line of his vampire’s satisfaction. Even in his post-coital state though, Andres hadn’t stopped caring for Shane, carefully beginning to clean, pausing every few moments to kiss Shane’s head or caress his back or whisper something sweet to him.
“I’m sorry; I feel like I got far more out of that,” Shane finally said, as his vampire slipped back into the gorgeous floral underwear Shane bet he’d made himself.
“Like you got far more?!” Andres laughed, stroking Shane’s hair. “Ah, pet—Shane,” he added, not like a correction, but an emphasis. “You just let me—” His voice broke with emotion and he cleared his throat, though the great depth of affection and awe remained. “What you let me do to you was perfect. You are perfect. And you made me feel like—like I’m all right. Like who I am is good.”
Shane reached for Andres, slow and obvious, sliding the backs of his fingers up his vampire’s neck and caressing his cheek. “You are good, Andres. And you’re magnificent, too.”
“Well.” Andres laughed, soft and wet, but his smile shone. “How about I start you a bath? You must be sore?”
“My clit feels fucking raw,” Shane grumbled, but at the fear that crossed his vampire’s face, he added, “I love it—it means you’ll pamper me. And check my glucose.” He lifted a brow. “You will, right?”
“For the rest of your life,” Andres replied, and it didn’t seem like a fiction or a stretch or a compensation or even an obsession. It felt like them.