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Blake paused a moment, pants still in hand. “Something to think about,” he said, seemingly to himself. And then to Cass, “We’re gonna need those smarts because I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, and we want your first time to be good, don’t we?”

Cass rose onto his elbows. “You can’t just stick it in.”

“I know that much.” Blake rolled his eyes, as if he hadn’t just told Cass he was completely clueless. “Did you pack lube, knowing you’d be trying to seduce creepy hotel dudes this vacation?”

“It’s in my bag,” Cass said, refusing to be embarrassed, no matter how hot his cheeks felt.

Blake just cocked a brow and hopped off the bed, returning with lube and condoms. Vampires couldn’t give or get STIs, Danny had whispered to Cass as he was leaving, as some sort of last piece of vampire godfather sage wisdom.

But Cass didn’t have the courage to bring that up yet, not when Blake was looking kind of adorably determined, setting the lube and a seriously ambitious stack of condoms next to it.

“You get naked too,” Cass ordered, poking at Blake’s pants with his foot.

“Is that part of the process?” But Blake obliged, removing his joggers and underwear and flinging them onto the floor, to meet all their other clothes.

But God, he had a nice cock. It figured he’d be blessed in every way. Cass couldn’t even be bitter about it anymore though. Not when Blake was his now.

That new presence in him rumbled happily. It liked that thought.

Blake peered down at Cass’s naked form doubtfully, his hard cock bobbing at his stomach. “So I need to prep you, right? Should I turn you on your belly?”

Cass bit at his lip, holding back a smile. It was kind of cute that, even as the virgin, he was the one with more knowledge of how to go about banging each other’s brains out. “No, we can do it like this. Or I could just—”

Blake lifted the small bottle of lube up high, as if Cass was going to snatch it out of his hands. “No, I’m gonna do it. I’m taking care of you, remember?”

Cass was ready to protest, but Blake’s cock jerked along with his words, and Cass had a little moment of realization: Blake liked taking care of Cass. Like, the horny kind of liked it.

Blake settled down on his belly, in between Cass’s legs. He was so close to all Cass’s bits. Would it be a turn-off? He had just come to terms with being attracted to dudes at all; did he really want a dick in his face?

But when Cass peered down, Blake looked happy as he’d ever seen him, rubbing his cheeks against the inside of Cass’s thigh like a damned cat, his stubble sending tickles up Cass’s spine. “So smooth, baby.”

Cass had never had much hair. Not on his chest or anywhere else. Well, there were some places; he just kept it neatly trimmed. But Blake didn’t seem to mind.

He was still rubbing his head against Cass’s skin when Cass felt the first lubed fingertip press against his hole. “ Oh —”

He considered again letting Blake know about the “no just jamming things in” rule, but Blake was already shushing him. “Sh, baby. ’M not gonna hurt you.”

And he didn’t. He just rubbed that fingertip along Cass’s most sensitive skin, seemingly in no hurry. Meanwhile, he started pressing kisses along Cass’s stomach, his hips, every now and then brushing his lips along Cass’s dick in a horrible tease.

It went long enough that Cass started squirming, just like he had on Blake’s lap that morning. And maybe that had been the goal, because Blake was looking up at him, practically beaming.

“ Blake ,” Cass whined.

“Yes, baby?”

“It doesn’t have to be this slow.”

“It doesn’t?” Blake asked, all false innocence.

“I’ll bite you,” Cass threatened.

Blake didn’t look at all frightened by the threat, but he did start pressing his fingertip in. And oh , that was nice. Really nice. His finger was so much bigger than Cass’s own. Which led to a moment of panic: just his finger was that much bigger; what about his fucking dick?

But Blake still didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He kept pressing his finger in, moving it about, eventually finding a spot that made Cass yelp and then stroking it mercilessly.

When Cass stared down at him, he just smirked. “Straight guys have prostates too.”

He made Cass beg for the second finger and the third, content to press kisses along every inch of reachable skin, murmuring “take care of you” and “so pretty” over and over while Cass trembled beneath him.

Cass began to worry maybe Blake was delaying, that he wasn’t aching to fuck Cass the way Cass was aching to be fucked. Eventually he found the strength to lift his head to ask, “Blake?”

Blake took one look at his concerned face and laughed before sitting up and showing Cass what his other hand had been up to: mainly holding his cock in a viselike grip, presumably to stop him from coming too soon. He was still rock-hard, little pearly drops of precum forming at the angry red tip.

Cass beamed in relief. “Oh, thank God.”

“Did you think I didn’t want this, baby? With you looking so pretty and trembling so nicely for me?”

That was all well and good, but he was still taking his sweet time.

“I’m ready, okay?” Cass reassured. “So ready. You’ve taken really good care of me, I promise.

And now you have to fuck me, or I’m going to lose my mind.

” Cass spread his legs wide, feeling foolish but hoping it would be some sort of appealing.

And apparently it was, because Blake did one hard swallow, and then he was tearing the condom wrapper off with almost supernatural speed, lubing himself up with much less delicacy then he’d been showing Cass’s tender parts.

He pressed Cass’s legs back, lining himself up. Cass found himself watching Blake’s face as Blake watched himself entering him. He looked mesmerized, his plush mouth slack and his eyes heavy-lidded.

And then Blake pushed in deeper, and Cass couldn’t watch anymore. He threw his head back, trying to breathe through the insane fullness . This was it. It was happening. Blake was inside him. Blake was taking his virginity. Blake was—

Blake was not moving. Blake was in fact holding incredibly still, looking at Cass almost fearfully.

“I’m not gonna break. You can move.” Cass wrapped his legs around Blake’s hips, pushing him deeper, and wound his arms around Blake’s neck, pulling him closer. “Fuck me like you mean it, roomie.”

He was rewarded with a desperate sound, one he’d never heard Blake make before, and then he was moving, a steady rhythm that reminded Cass of just how much more experience Blake had with this. But it was hard to be put out about it when he was using that experience to rock Cass’s world.

Especially when Blake found that spot again, and when Cass made an especially pathetic sound, electricity shooting up his spine, Blake mercilessly found it again and again.

Cass would have been embarrassed maybe, of the noises coming out of his mouth, if Blake wasn’t also mindlessly chanting, “So good. So fucking good. So good .”

Cass lost track of time, his mind going hazy with pleasure, and eventually Blake’s moans took on a desperate turn. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m gonna come. You’re too good. You’re too fucking good.”

And Cass would have been right there too, if he felt like stroking his own cock for even a second.

But he didn’t want to unwind his arms from Blake’s neck, didn’t want to be even an inch farther apart than they were now.

If anything, he wanted him closer. So he pulled Blake down fully on top of him, Blake’s arms coming up under his shoulders to find new purchase. “Yes, come. I’ve got you.”

And Blake did, thrusting mercilessly until his hips stuttered to a finish, his breath hot against Cass’s neck.

And before Cass could come down from the high of having made Blake— his Blake—come, Blake was moving down his body, swallowing Cass’s cock like some sort of pro, and that was it, that was the end, Cass was coming in a fucking second.

It would have maybe been mortifying if he hadn’t just been dicked down so good.

They lay panting and sweating, bodies entwined together once again. Blake was looking down at him, a sort of secretive smile on his face.

“What?” Cass asked, his finger tracing the curve of Blake’s lips.

“Your fangs are out,” Blake said softly.

Cass’s hand flew to his mouth. “Oh! Oh. I’m not hungry, I promise. I just—”

Blake grabbed his hand, lowering it, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry, baby. If I had fangs, they’d have popped out too. That was fucking awesome .”

Cass giggled, suddenly so giddy he thought he could float off the bed, fangs and all. “Yeah, it was pretty awesome.” He snuggled into Blake’s broad shoulder. “You don’t mind? The face?”

“What did I tell you before? You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Cass sighed happily. “We’re gonna be good boyfriends, aren’t we?”

Blake kissed his forehead. “We’re gonna be the best.”

“Even though I’m a vampire?”

“What have I always said?” Blake asked.

“Gym before class, that’s how you gain mass,” Cass recited dutifully. Blake even had it written on his whiteboard.

“Not what I meant,” Blake scolded, stroking a hand down Cass’s spine. “I’ve got your back. Always.”