“You prepped,” he murmured.
“Yessss,” Fox hissed. “Need you.”
The finger pressed deeper inside, stroking him a few times before a second joined it. Fox tried moving again on Winter and he sighed when the vampire allowed it. Behind him, there was the sound of fabric shifting and the hiss of a zipper being lowered. God yes, Winter was finally getting undressed. One step closer, but still too many away. Fox’s cock was hard and leaking between his legs. He needed to fucking come at last.
When Winter removed his hand, Fox whimpered. The vampire pressed close, his hot cock against his ass and then down, sliding it along his taint and across this sac. Oh God, he was going to die. With it came the harsh brush of jeans and the soft whisper of cotton from his T-shirt. Winter was still fully dressed.
Reaching with one hand, Fox grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Off. Please,” he bit out, not caring if it broke another of Winter’s rules. “I need. Need to feel all of you.”
Winter pressed his lips to Fox’s back and kissed him. “Yes.” His hot breath brushed over damp skin for a second. Winter disappeared for a moment. The rustle of clothing was louder as he stripped. The plastic cap on the lube bottle creaked and snapped.
The mattress sank behind Fox as Winter climbed onto the bed and all that hot skin was pressed along Fox’s body. His brain went into meltdown as that wonderfully slick cock moved along his crease, teasing him.
“Fuck yes,” Winter growled. His strong hands swept down his arms, massaging tense muscles before he wrapped those long fingers across his wrists. He kissed his shoulder, moving slowly to his neck. Fuck all survival instincts. Fox tilted his head to the side, offering his throat up to Winter. The rumbling noise from the man stroked something deep within Fox, leaving him panting and needing so much more. Wanting to hand all of himself over to Winter. He could have all of him, everything he was and would ever be.
Teeth sharper than those belonging to humans nipped and pricked so lightly along his skin, dragging a desperate moan up Fox’s throat.
“Winter!” he cried.
“I could drain you right now. You’d beg me to do it,” Winter whispered in his ear.
“I’d rather drain your cock. Fuck me now.”
Winter’s wicked chuckle returned, but at least he was retreating. With one hand holding Fox’s hip, Winter brushed the head of his dick over Fox’s hole a couple of times, earning another curse. Winter finally pushed in, stretching him. They both swore as Fox’s tight muscles gripped him.
Inch by excruciatingly slow inch, Winter pressed into Fox. When he was fully seated, Winter draped his body over Fox’s while wrapping one arm across Fox’s chest to grip the opposite shoulder. He was completely cocooned within Winter. The vampire had become his entire existence. Winter lowered his face, nuzzling his neck and hair without even the barest hint of teeth or fangs. That touch was so tender, so gentle, it gripped Fox’s heart in a brutal hold and refused to let go. This wasn’t supposed to be tender or gentle. Just a good, hard fucking.
“You okay?” Winter whispered.
Fox had to swallow twice to get his mouth to work, but Winter took it as something else.
“Do you want me to stop? I will,” Winter quickly added.
“Fuck no,” Fox moaned. “Just trying to remember how to breathe.”
Winter tightened the arm across his chest while at the same time moving those amazing hips. He made a couple of small pumps, and they had Fox’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“You’re so tight. I may never get my cock out of your ass.”
“Yes, fuck me. Never stop fucking me,” Fox begged.
He didn’t know if it was his words or that Fox was trying to move in time with Winter’s small thrusts, but it was enough to break Winter’s careful control. With a shiver-inducing snarl, Winter shoved away so that he could make harder, deeper thrusts into Fox’s body. Skin slapped and new pleasure spiked along Fox’s nerve endings. Beautiful, filthy words spilled from Winter’s lips each time he plunged deep, pushing Fox’s pleading and begging to grow louder.
Fingers bit into his hips hard enough to bruise, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever going to be enough. That hot cock was stretching and filling him so perfectly, keeping him balanced right at the edge but not pushing him over.
He shifted his weight, leaning heavily on his left arm so he could reach under him with his right hand. Winter snarled and slammed into him even harder.
“Don’t!”
“Fuck! I need to come!” Fox snapped at him.
“That’s mine. My cock. My cum,” Winter said, punctuating each sentence with a thrust.
Fox whimpered, loving every second of it and still wanting so much more. “Please,” he panted.