Seth
It was so strange too, watching the all-consuming black receding from Riley’s eyes until the deep-brown color returned.
Riley’s brow furrowed. He looked shaken and more than a little dazed. “W-What? Did I—?”
It hadn’t been hard to stop him, was the thing. All it had taken was a gentle tug to his hair, and Riley had come off easily.
The naked hunger, though, that expression both sides of Riley seemed to have in common. And it was fucking heady to see.
Seth knelt in front of Riley, rubbing his hands over Riley’s denim-clad knees. “I want to suck you,” he told him, his voice hoarse and way too raw. “Does that still sound okay?”
In answer, Riley threw his head back and groaned.
Was that a no? Riley’s dick certainly seemed on board, tenting through his open jeans in a decidedly distracting way. But maybe it was too much too soon.
Seth waited him out, and after a moment, Riley tilted his chin down, somehow managing to peer at Seth from under his thick lashes despite their height difference.
“I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“How?” Seth asked.
“I’m going to come in, like, two seconds.”
“Oh.” Seth grinned, giving Riley’s knees a squeeze. “That’s not embarrassing. That’s hot.”
Riley gave him a dubious look. Seth beckoned to him. “C’mere.”
Riley leaned forward obediently, and Seth kissed him. Thoroughly. Leisurely. A dance of tongues and sighs and the scent of forest all around them.
When some of the tension in Riley’s frame finally relaxed, Seth broke the kiss, murmuring, “It’s a compliment, that I can turn you on like that. Do you want me to swallow?”
Seth’s hands were still on Riley’s knees, so he could feel the full-body tremor that ran through him at the question.
God, it really was a sort of compliment. Even more than that. It was like a shot of pure adrenaline, the reactions Seth got from this beautiful man.
He’d told himself he needed to be careful with this one, right?
He probably should have heeded his own warning.
Seth tugged at Riley’s jeans. “I’m going to take these off now.”
Riley nodded, lifting his hips to aid Seth in undressing him.
In no time at all, Riley was left in only his T-shirt.
He should have looked fucking silly, sitting there naked except for his shirt, but of course he didn’t.
Not at all. He was still a wet dream come to life, his dark hair in disarray from all Seth’s tugging and petting, his full, heavy, uncut cock standing at attention from a thatch of dark curls.
Seth shifted closer, settling in between Riley’s spread legs. “Relax and let yourself feel good, okay? It doesn’t matter how fast you come. I’m going to enjoy it either way.”
Fuck yes, he was.
Seth wrapped his fingers around Riley’s length. God, he felt nice in Seth’s hand. Thick and hot and gorgeous, just like the rest of him. Seth’s mouth was literally watering, every essence of his being craving a taste.
Keenly aware of Riley’s gaze searing into him, Seth lowered his head, mouthing at the fat tip. Bitter salt exploded on his tongue as Riley’s legs trembled with tension.
Seth ran a soothing hand along Riley’s thigh as he sucked in more of the head, swirling his tongue to get at every bit of flavor. He couldn’t help his own moan.
“Mmm.”
There was a desperate, mumbled, “Fuck,” from above him. Seth ignored it.
He slid his hand down to the base of Riley’s cock. Seth wasn’t any sort of deep-throat champion, and Riley was long—some hand action was going to be helpful here. Seth squeezed, stroking his thumb along the underside as he took more of Riley in his mouth.
The stretch of his lips felt good, as did the weight on Seth’s tongue. Riley’s natural musk mixed with his earthy forest scent, and Seth felt almost dizzy with the heady combination. He sucked, moaning again.
Riley kept cursing. “Oh fuck. Fucking God. Fuck, that’s—that’s—”
Seth smiled around his mouthful. His taciturn friend was a rambler when he was getting his dick sucked. Cute.
But Seth wasn’t going to let a little cuteness distract him. He focused on his task, sliding his lips down until they met his fist. He sucked. Moaned. Sucked some more. Saliva was dripping over his fingers, and Riley kept mumbling and ranting and swearing.
Seth didn’t know what Riley had been talking about—he was lasting just fine.
What would he do if Seth fished out his own cock and tried to come a second time?
This was supposed to be about Riley, but it was doing something to Seth, the feel and the taste of Riley’s cock in his mouth, his friend’s tortured, frantic mumblings.
Seth wanted to stroke himself. Or maybe rut against Riley’s leg. Something.
And then there were hands in Seth’s hair, gripping his curls tightly. He raised his gaze. Riley’s face was the picture of pleasured agony. His sharp jaw was clenched, his beautiful dark eyes heavy-lidded. And the way he was looking at Seth…
Seth let his mouth go slack, prepared to let Riley slam his cock down his throat. He definitely had that look in his eye. Seth would probably choke and gag, but oh well. That could be hot sometimes.
But Riley didn’t try to fuck Seth’s face. He only stared, his body visibly trembling now. Slowly, he started tracing the seam of Seth’s lips with his thumb.
Seth opened his mouth wider, letting Riley’s thumb dip in next to his cock. Seth was drooling everywhere, but it was hard to care. He closed his mouth as best he could and sucked Riley’s thumb in. There was barely room with the rest of his mouthful.
Riley stared, breathing heavily. He withdrew his thumb and pressed a hand over his face. “Fuck. I’m gonna—” Seth hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, and Riley shuddered. “Gonna come.”
Yes. Yes. Seth wanted that. He wanted hot cum in his mouth, and he wanted to swallow every bit of it.
Seth bobbed over Riley’s cock, fisting the base as he went. Riley thickened in his mouth—“Fucking fuck!”—and then exploded over Seth’s tongue. He made desperate, strangled noises as he pumped down Seth’s throat, his hips lifting in the air.
Seth was fully hard again, his dick aching like he hadn’t just emptied it into Riley’s hand barely ten minutes ago.
He couldn’t help it. Riley’s reactions were just so raw, so unpracticed and sincere. And he really, really seemed to like Seth’s mouth. It wasn’t like Seth was some blow job master, and the appreciation was flattering as all hell.
Seth swallowed and sucked and finally let Riley slip from his lips when Riley’s shuddering curses turned pained.
Seth rested his head on Riley’s bare thigh, pressing a hand to his own erection, trying to ease the ache. The world around him took on a dreamy cast. He was lightheaded, even though he’d been careful not to lose his breath. Maybe it was the blood loss.
Riley’s other thigh was directly in Seth’s line of vision. There was an artery there, Seth was pretty sure. That was where Riley had bitten him, wasn’t it?
Would he do it again?
Sascha hadn’t warned Seth that a vampire’s bite was like a mini orgasm, a shot of pure pleasure that went straight to someone’s dick. Maybe he didn’t know. Or maybe Seth’s reaction was abnormal. Maybe he had a rare “vampire bites make me come” gene. Maybe he should be studied by scientists.
Gentle hands carded through Seth’s hair, and he hummed his approval.
“I bit you, didn’t I?” Riley asked, soft but clear, as his fingers teased through Seth’s strands. “I drank your blood.”
There was something in his tone that warned Seth to be cautious. Some self-recrimination that Seth didn’t quite understand.
Wasn’t biting people what vampires did? And Riley had stopped when Seth had wordlessly asked him to. The experience hadn’t been scary. It had been…exhilarating.
But something about how Riley asked the question made Seth think he wouldn’t see it that way. And Seth was too cum-drunk to mince words.
He sighed, his breath puffing along the coarse dark hair on Riley’s thigh. “I made you cookies.”
“Seth…”
Seth raised his head, meeting his friend’s concerned gaze. Riley was going to get wrinkles, with the way he kept furrowing that poor brow. Except vampires probably didn’t get wrinkles. “Eat some cookies, Riley. Then we’ll talk.”