Page 122 of Love Bleeds

"Yes." Luke's pupils were blown, but his response came without any hesitation. They both wanted the same thing.

Crimson was pretty sure he set a new speed record for tearing a condom out of its wrapper and putting it on.

Luke spread his legs even further in anticipation. Crimson lined himself up with his hole and slowly guided his cock into Luke. Any worry that Luke might not be able to take him had been needless. Crimson wasn't sure if it was the preparation or the bite or both, but even though Luke was tight around him, his cock sank home without a hitch. His breath caught in his throat as he bottomed out. For several fast heartbeats, neither of them moved. And then Luke clenched around him, and Crimson couldn't fight the urge to thrust any longer.

He pulled out just a little, then drove in again. When Luke didn't wince, he did it again, harder this time, angling for Luke's sweet spot. He didn't stop searching for it until Luke gasped under him, eyes screwed shut. Crimson repeated the motion that got him that reaction, and the way Luke's body tightened around him in response was everything.

Knowing that he'd blow his load in two seconds flat if they kept this up, he lowered his lips to Luke's neck. Luke tilted his head to the side, exposing more sensitive skin. Crimson kissed it, then sank his fangs into it.

It was like fireworks going off in his body. The way Luke's blood tasted on his tongue, the way Luke's inner walls clenched around him... all of it had so many pleasure centers firing in his brain that his mind swam, lost in sensation.

He thrust into Luke again, wrapping one fist around Luke's cock to make sure that he wasn't the only one getting off--because he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

In the end, the thing that pushed him over the edge was the helpless moan that rushed out of Luke's mouth as he spilled his seed all over Crimson's hand. The fireworks in Crimson's head intensified and then he shot too, burying himself deep in Luke as his orgasm rocketed through him.

For the first time, he knew with certainty that he didn't need a spaceship to see the stars up close.

Once he regained enough breath to move, he rolled off Luke to discard the condom. Luke watched him with sleepy eyes, then wrapped himself around Crimson’s back. "Thanks for that," he said.

Crimson almost laughed. "You don't have to thank me for that."

"What if I want to?"

"Then you're free to."

Crimson turned to face Luke, to give him another kiss. "You were incredible."

Luke smiled, then buried his face in Crimson's shoulder. "I kind of want to sleep, but I don't think we should stay the night."

Crimson curled his fingers in the hair in the nape of Luke's neck. "Go ahead and nap. I'll wake you in a little bit."

Luke didn't have to be told twice. His eyes closed and his breathing evened out.

Crimson let his gaze drift through the room. His eyes landed on the box with the broken Millennium Falcon again. Temporarily broken, he reminded himself. They might have to get a few new pieces, but they could fix it. Eventually, it would be the same old ship, with a few new pieces. A smile stole on Crimson's face. Same old ship with a few new pieces. He liked that thought.

He liked it a lot.