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"Oh, yeah." He smiled up, as hungry now as he was then. "So, you found me. What do you want for your prize, Sweets?" Trick grabbed the column above his head and pressed close, erection hot and hard against him. "On your knees, Bast. I want you to suck me." Oh, yes. Bast slid to his knees, eager and ready for the feel of Trick on his tongue. His fingers found the zipper of Trick's black jeans and pulled, letting the thick erection spring free. Trick was staring down at him, eyes dark with passion, the purple column reflected in them. Lean hips pushed Trick's heavy cock against his lips. He swallowed it down with a happy noise, sucking hard and firm, letting his fangs graze along the sensitive skin. Bast could hear Trick's moan over the music as one of his Sweets' hands slid into his hair, holding him in place as Trick started to thrust into his mouth. The music was loud, the crowd thick, chattering and laughing and none of it mattered as Trick groaned and came down his throat. He swallowed Trick down and then stood, tucking his lover away as their lips met in a long, whiskey and come-flavored kiss. When the kiss ended Trick licked his own lips, eyes hot and sultry. "So did you like that, Bast? You want some more of it?" 203 Chosen by Sean Michael "I'll take all you've got to offer, Sweets." He leaned forward, licking Trick's lips with a grin. "You still taste good." Trick chuckled again and his arms looped around Bast's waist, pulling their hips close as he danced them into the crowd, swaying slowly. "You going to taste me properly, baby-boy?" Bast purred and burrowed his face into the low curve of Trick's neck, nipping just enough for his Chosen to feel. "You mean me sucking you down while I'm on my knees in a nightclub wasn't proper?" Trick's breath hitched and his Sweets jerked against his hips and then Trick chuckled again, the deep sound shivering down his spine. "Not a single thing was proper about that, Bast. That's what made it so much fun." He chuckled, leaning back to look up into the beloved face and press their hips tighter together. When he'd tasted his Sweets the first time they'd looked close to the same age Bast smaller and younger, but not surprisingly so. Now, Trick was in his prime, tall and muscular and Bast was still, well, Bast-sized. In ten more years, maybe five, they wouldn't be able to do this in public without someone being suspicious. "Is it still as good now? As it was that first time, I mean." "Fuck no." Trick grinned down at him. "It's so much better than it was back then. Fuck, I was such a prick." "You were still sexy as fuck, Sweets, and tasted like whiskey and chocolate." He winked, letting his hunger show for a second. "I will admit that you taste sweeter now, more addictive." 204 Chosen by Sean Michael "You're pretty damn addictive yourself," murmured Trick. His Sweets took his mouth, the kiss deep and long, not caring where they were or who saw them. By the time Trick's lips left him, he was aching, rubbing against Trick with hunger. "That ... oh fuck, Sweets, your kisses have got to be listed as an illegal drug." "A lot harder to come by though, if your name isn't Bast." Trick was moving them slowly among the crowd on the dance floor, hips moving sensuously. "Lucky for me." His fingers were tangled in the hair at Trick's nape, his cock rubbing against the strong thighs. "Want you, Sweets. Want to feel you inside me." "Well, I'd offer to do you up against that column, but I have a feeling that might get us arrested." "So practical." He chuckled, leaning up to take another not-quite gentle bite of Trick's throat. "So even-headed." Trick groaned. "So about to do it anyway." "Mmm ... I don't look good in orange jumpsuits and somehow I don't think they'd understand my particular needs." "Then let's get out of here before it becomes an issue, baby-boy." Trick's hand found his, his Sweets practically dragging him off the dance floor. He followed his lover happily out into the cold, holding onto his Sweets for all he was worth. "Think you can wait 'til we get home?" Trick asked, arm going around his shoulders, pulling him close. "Or should we risk frostbite in a back alley?" 205 Chosen by Sean Michael "Mmm ... let's go home. That way I can feed with you hot and hard inside me." He snuggled close, one hand reaching up to stroke Trick's throat. Trick shuddered and walked faster. "I like the way your mind works." They hurried home, laughing and teasing and touching, so much happier and more free than that first night, but still with the same breathless anticipation, the hunger and need only grown over time. They were both shivering a little when they made it to the elevator, Bast lifting his face for a kiss as soon as the key was turned and the downward journey started. Trick shoved him up against the back wall, mouth taking his, body hard against him. Bast wrapped around Trick, arms around his throat, legs around his waist, tongue around his tongue. Fuck, but his Sweets tasted like heaven. Trick started to thrust with his hips, pushing him into the side of the elevator, making it clang noisily. He groaned into Trick's mouth, each of Trick's thrusts making his balls ache, bringing him closer and closer to climax. He captured Trick's tongue with his lips, sucking it hard, pulling his Sweets' flavor inside him. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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