Forever Broken

“C’mon, babe. Fuck me.”

“Paul…” His name came from Laurent’s lips like a prayer and suddenly the vampire was on him, covering him from behind.

Paul had a moment of panic until he realized that Laurent wasn’t trying to penetrate him, not yet. Instead he was kissing a slow, hot, ticklish trail down Paul’s spine, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of his back until Paul thought he was going to go crazy.

“What are you doing?” he rasped as Laurent reached the top swells of his buttocks and lingered there, nibbling and kissing.

Laurent looked up. “Preparing you. You have never done this before, correct?”

“Yeah, like I told you.” Paul nodded.

“Well then, if I am to take your virginity from you, I must take things slowly.”

Paul barked a laugh. “Dios, Laurent, you don’t have to make me sound like such a girl.”

“There is nothing shameful in surrendering yourself fully to a lover for the first time.” Laurent kissed him again, nipping lightly until Paul jumped and growled.

“Opening yourself, allowing yourself to be penetrated is a brave and difficult thing. I simply want to make it as pleasurable as possible for you.”

“You’re doing a great job so far.” Paul jumped again as Laurent kissed lower and began to knead the globes of his ass. “Dios, that feels good.”

“It will feel even better if you relax,” Laurent promised. “Close your eyes and let me work on you.”

“Anything you say—you’re the boss.” Obligingly, Paul grabbed a pillow and bunched it up under his head and arms. Then he closed his eyes and tried to remember to breathe as Laurent continued to tease him down below.

All the nipping and nibbling and kissing was great but it wasn’t until Laurent spread his thighs and something hot and wet connected with the back of his balls that he gasped and looked around.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Tasting you.” Laurent smiled from his place at the foot of the bed. “Relax and enjoy it, mon amour. ”

“I’m trying. I’ve just never, uh, been tasted there before,” Paul admitted. “Or here either, I suppose.” Without warning, Laurent spread him completely open and planted a hot, wet kiss directly on his rosebud.

“What the fuck?” It was an intense sensation and the sight of Laurent doing that, actually kissing him there… It was almost too much to handle.

“Relax,” Laurent murmured soothingly. “Relax and let me taste you.”

“Kissing and tasting are two different things,” Paul pointed out breathlessly.

“Exactly how far do you want to take this?”

“All the way,” Laurent assured him. Dipping his head again, he used the tip of his tongue to penetrate Paul’s hidden entrance.

“Madre di Dios!” Paul nearly jumped out of his skin.

Laurent looked up again. “You agreed to let me penetrate you, Paul. Are you regretting your request?”

“I thought you were just going to fuck me with your cock,” Paul protested weakly.

“I had no idea you wanted to, uh, use your tongue too.”

“Why should I not? I want to taste all of you—want to carry the memory of you with me always.” Laurent’s gaze was intense as he lowered his head once more and lapped gently at Paul’s rosebud. Then, without warning, he drilled his tongue deep into the tight ring of muscle, making Paul gasp and moan before he could stop himself.

“Dios, babe—you do that so fucking well.”

“I am glad you appreciate my talents.” Laurent gave him a half smile and then went back to nibbling and licking at the sensitive area. It seemed to take forever. He bathed Paul’s balls gently with his tongue and sucked each one into his mouth before moving back up and drilling deeply into Paul’s vulnerable entrance with the tip of his tongue.

Finally Paul thought he was going to scream.

“Laurent, come on, you’re driving me crazy.”

“That is the general idea.” But at last Laurent stopped his oral assault and got up to retrieve his discarded pants. Back on his knees behind Paul, taking a small bottle from his pants pocket, he urged Paul’s legs apart even farther.

“Dios.” Paul wanted to laugh but his mouth was suddenly dry. “You carry lube with you everywhere you go?”

Laurent shrugged. “It was in the pocket of the clothing I was wearing when we drove in last night. When I was forced to change for the ceremony I kept it with me.

It…reminded me of you and I didn’t know when we would see each other again.”

“Aw, babe…” There was suddenly a lump in Paul’s throat. “That seems like days ago. Can’t believe it’s only been hours.”

“Hush, mon amour. No sadness now, even if this is to be our last time together.”

Laurent stroked the small of his back soothingly. “Relax and let me prepare you to receive me.” “All right.” Paul laid his head back on his arms and closed his eyes. Soon enough he felt something wet and cool and slippery against his rosebud. Then Laurent was slipping what felt like a single finger into his virgin ass.