Page 11 of Mortal Sins

The closest comparison he had were the private moments he had dared to take in the shower in his

youth, but this was infinitely more intense. It made his cock throb and took his breath away as he shyly

pressed his lips back against the vampire’s.

The vampire was endlessly patient, letting Snod get used to the feeling of their mouths chastely

touching before slowly deepening the kiss.

Snod groaned without meaning to, embarrassed by the needy sound and ready to end this right now.

The vampire persisted, allowing himself a small purr of pleasure, encouraging Snod to be as

expressive as he wanted to be. His fingers moved over Snod’s short hair, petting over the base of his

neck as he slipped him the barest hint of tongue.

The taste was electric, Snod gasping at the new sensation. His hands reached out, finding the

vampire’s sides and waist, feeling every inch of cool flesh that he could reach. He kissed the vampire

earnestly, experimenting with the angle, finally brave enough to let his tongue dart forward.

Moaning softly, the vampire let Snod explore, kissing him with increasing passion.

Snod had to come up for air, panting and staring awkwardly at the vampire. His lips were pink from

kissing, and his eyes were so green they were practically glowing. He had seen vampires’ eyes light

up before in battle, usually right before the moment of death.

But nothing like this.

Snod had never seen anything so beautiful before, and he wished he had the courage to say so.

“Now,” the vampire said, nuzzling their noses together. “Who is gonna be wearing this?” He held up

the condom expectantly. He looked over Snod’s flushed face, smiling as he teased, “Mm. Thinking it’s

gonna be you, big boy.”

His cheeks continuing to roast, Snod cleared his throat. “That’s fine.”

The vampire shifted, suddenly completely naked in Snod’s lap. The rest of his clothes were folded in

a neat pile behind him.

Fuck, he was fast.

“How do you move like that?” Snod couldn’t help but ask, stunned. He’d barely gotten his own shirt

off and the vampire didn’t even have his socks on anymore.

“That’s really what you’re thinking about right now?” the vampire hissed, reaching down and starting

to unbutton Snod’s pants.

Snod scowled.