Fox stood frozen for a second, and then he was across the kitchen in the blink of an eye. Both hands grabbed fistfuls of Winter’s hair, dragging him down, allowing Fox to slam his mouth over Winter’s. Molten hot lust surged through Winter, burning away any lingering bit of anger and hurt. He met each of Fox’s hungry, desperate kisses with his own, swallowing his little noises like they were the bites from the finest meal.
It all happened so damn fast. One minute they were kissing and breathing each other in and in the next, their pants were being shoved out of the way so they could line up their rigid cocks. Winter pinned Fox to the fridge and lifted him up with his hands under his thighs. Fox didn’t stop eating at his mouth, fingers tightly clenched in his hair. They thrust together, cocks leaking so that they easily slid against each other.
Fox threw his head back and screamed, “Fuck me!”
But it was too late. Winter was already coming hard on a shout. Fox followed him a couple of heartbeats later, crying out Winter’s name.
Releasing Fox’s legs, Winter kept the man panting heavily locked to the fridge. He could feel their cum sliding across their stomachs and starting to soak into his pants, but he didn’t care. He was more concerned with the rapid pounding of Fox’s heart and the crooked smile on Fox’s lips.
Fox lowered his head again and immediately claimed Winter’s lips in a series of slow, tender kisses that were threatening to shake him more than the brain-melting orgasm.
“I have no idea how that happened,” Winter murmured over Fox’s mouth.
He could feel more than see the man smile. “I will admit that it was not exactly what I had in mind when you asked…well, whatever you asked. I don’t remember anymore.”
“Do you mind?”
Fox’s head jerked back and slammed into the fridge door. He winced, but his full attention was on Winter. “Orgasms really do a number on your brain, don’t they? I’m gonna have to remember that.”
“What—”
Fox kissed him again and Winter relaxed. The witch didn’t feel upset at all, so there was no reason for him to worry. He just gave himself over to Fox’s lips and tongue, letting him work the same spell that consumed Winter every time Fox kissed him.
When Fox lifted his head, his smile was smug, and Winter had no room to fault him for it.
“Of course, I didn’t mind. If you’ll recall, I was the one shouting for you to fuck me.”
Winter huffed a laugh before he lowered his head and nuzzled his face into Fox’s neck. He didn’t want to bite him. Just breathe in the man’s scent. To wrap himself in it. Fox put his arms around Winter’s shoulders and pulled him in tight. Winter hugged Fox to him, but he only squeezed out a sigh.
“I’m the one who’s blurring lines and confusing things,” Winter said, refusing to lift his face from Fox’s neck. It was easier to say this stuff when they weren’t looking in each other’s eyes.
“I don’t know. You had some pretty clear rules, and I was the one who blew through them first by demanding that kiss.”
That had Winter lifting his face to look Fox in the eye. “That was not a bad idea.”
“No, that turned out pretty nice,” Fox said with a cheeky grin. But it disappeared again, and Fox turned serious. “Maybe it’s just a sign that we shouldn’t worry too much about the lines and rules.”
“And what?”
“Date. You know…like normal people.” Fox immediately laughed at Winter’s frown. “You’ve never dated before, have you? You’ve just fucked your way through history.”
Winter swatted Fox’s ass. “Don’t! You make me sound ancient. I’m not that old, nor do I fuck everything that moves.”
Fox nipped at his lower lip and stroked it with his tongue. “I figured you must have some taste if you’re with me now,” Fox teased.
“I haven’t had the chance to taste you yet.”
Fox shivered. “I have no idea if you’re talking about sucking my neck or my cock, but just how you say it makes me horny.”
Winter leaned in and sucked Fox’s earlobe into his mouth for a second. “Both,” he breathed across the damp, tender flesh.
“Jesus fuck, my brain is getting starved for blood,” Fox moaned. He shook his head once, as if to clear it, and glared at Winter. “Dating isn’t different from what we’re doing now. We have fun, hang out, talk, learn about each other.”
“Fuck,” Winter supplied.
“Yes. Of course. But we just remember that we can’t get too serious right now because there’s a lot of shit going on. You’re in the middle of this vampire war. There’s the prophecy.”
“You need to get back to your life,” Winter said.
Fox shrugged. He looked away from Winter as he mumbled. “And there’s the ghost thing.”