Willan
With a wicked gleam in his eye and a teasing sway in his hips, Nikolo leads me to the bathroom. Hypnotised by the way the skirt of his toga bounces with the movement of his ass, flashing me the tattoos dancing high on his thighs, my brain can only manage one single thought.
I’m finally going to see Nikolo naked.
I’ve seen parts of him. Between his penchant for tiny, cut away clothes and our fooling around, I’ve seen all the pieces of him. But never as a whole. Never in the light. Like a secret completely revealed to me.
Nikolo grips my hand so tightly my fingertips begin to tingle. I can barely register it, though, with the way my whole body is buzzing. The short walk down the hallway feels exactly like the ball of magic Nikolo held in his hand—wild, chaotic and full of barely restrained potential.
The moment the door shuts, trapping us in the bathroom together, that restraint snaps.
Using his grip on my hand as leverage, I swing him around to trap him against the door.
My mouth lands on his and Nikolo melts, going so completely boneless I have to pin him in place with my body.
When my tongue strokes against his, savouring the sweet coppery taste of him, he whimpers, managing to find the strength to raise his arms and lock his fingers on the nape of my neck to pull me even closer.
I thread my leg between his, slotting us together.
Even with what feels like an impossible forcefield of fabric between us I can feel how hard he is against my hip.
Meeting his needy thrusts against the thigh I’ve threaded between his legs, I grind harder and harder, desperate to feel the hard length of him through our clothing. There are too many damned clothes. Too much separating me from him.
Frustration coils through me. I bury my hand in his hair and tug—hard enough to make his eyes flare and his swollen lips to part in shock—and dive back in to maul the expanse of neck I’ve exposed until I reach the edge of his toga.
“Need. Naked.” I manage to grunt out, tugging at the offending material.
With a loud groan, I feel Nikolo gather his strength before he pushes me away from him. I let him push me away, staggering backwards.
Splayed against the door, I’m mesmerised by the sight of him. Fangs sharp and dangerous, Nikolo’s tongue darts out to lick at his slick, swollen lips and I want to fall to my knees and worship at the altar of him. His hands shake as he fumbles at his clothes.
“Wait.” I command, and he stops instantly, his hands hovering on the jammed zip on his side. We’re too shaken up, our desperation threatening to take us over the edge before we can even enjoy it. I take a deep breath to steady myself and calm my racing heart.
I fix him with a pointed look to get him to stay, and quickly flick on the shower to let it warm up.
Next, I snag a hair tie from amongst the mess on the counter, and fling it at him.
Surprisingly, he manages to catch it. Probably because he’s staring me down with a hunter's eye right now. At times like this, I really understand why people fear vampires. It’s also what makes his obedience so fucking hot.
Without looking away for a second, he takes the hint and pulls his hair up onto his head—the last thing we need is to waste time on his curls after the shower.
While he deals with that, I begin to strip, slowly and methodically unbuttoning my collar, and working my way down my chest, letting my oqic fall open.
Nikolo’s jaw clenches, the little muscle bouncing with his desire to argue, but he controls himself, staying exactly where I left him.
When my jacket is completely unbuttoned, I shrug it off my shoulders, letting it slip down my arms and pool on the floor. He all but devours the skin I’ve exposed, licking his fang hungrily when his eyes fall to my hands unbuttoning my pants.
Even my patience can only hold on so long, so I hook my thumbs into the band of my briefs along with my pants, shoving them all down together. The second they hit the floor, I hold out my hand to Nikolo.
My back hits the shower glass and I stop squeezing his ass long enough to find the zip he’s managed to jam up. Turning my face to burrow my lips into the crook of his neck, I kiss and suck the skin there, trying to free the damned thing.
“Can I break this?” I murmur.
“Do it.”
The tear of the fabric is loud over the sound of my panting breaths and the stream of the shower. With a few more quick hand flicks, he’s gloriously naked. Before I push him into the shower, I take a moment to step back and look my fill.
Between the compact muscles, smooth pale skin, rosy-brown nipples, copious tattoos, thick thighs and muscles all leading down to the gloriously hard dick, I can’t even begin to take it all in.
My eyes fixate on his dick. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in the light.
Usually I’d hate such harsh bright light in a moment like this, but right now, I can’t complain.
It lets me see his beautiful dick in all its beauty.
It really is a beautiful dick. Girthy, with a rosy flared head, a gentle, upright curve and an equally thick vein running underneath I’m just dying to taste.
It jerks under my attention, a drop of pre-cum beading at the slit. Rolling my lips over my teeth, I shake my head free of my hypnosis.
“You are fucking incredible.” I mutter in awe, drawing in a deep breath through my nose and jerking my head towards the shower. “Get in. We need to get you clean.”
Nikolo rushes to comply, reaching for me greedily and pulling me into the water with him.
“You're not so bad either. Who knew you were so ripped under all those layers?” He teases, running his slick hands reverently over my pecs.
It feels completely surreal that I actually have his hands on me like this.
I let out a sobbing groan, torn between wanting to let him touch me wherever and however he wants, and needing to touch him.
When his mouth attaches to my chest, lapping at my water slicked skin and teasing me with his fangs, my hands shoot out to clutch uselessly at the cold tiles to stay upright.
“Please, I have nothing on you.” One of those blessedly cursed fangs drags over my nipple and I hiss loudly, cracking open an eye to peer down at the gloating Nikolo. With the water running over him, the tattoos seem to have a new life. They call to me to explore them, to discover every single one.
I let Nikolo continue to tease me—not that it’s a hardship—grinding himself against my hip, he mauls my neck and chest with needy little snarls until the tattoos on his ass become too entrancing not to investigate.
“My turn.” The element of surprise gives me the upper hand to spin us so Nikolo is pressed against the wall. Delightfully slutty little vamp that he is, he immediately arches his back, sticking his perfectly shaped ass out like he’s trying to use it to capture my dick.
Covering his back with my front, I give him a taste of what we both want, letting my cock slide between his cheeks.
Water pummels my back as I run my nose up his neck to his ear.
When I bite his ear lobe, he shivers seductively and my cock burrows more firmly between his ass.
Unable to resist, I rock against him. The water isn’t quite enough to slick things up properly, but it feels like paradise between his cheeks.
“It’s time to get you clean, so we can get you dirty again.
” With one last firm thrust, I stand upright, letting my hand on his shoulder follow the line of the snake and stars tattooed along his spine until my thumb rests on the divot above his ass, my hand sitting on the ball and chain cherries on his hip.
I give one last squeeze before filling my greedy hands with soap to massage the muscles in his back, until I can’t take the taunting drag of my cock against the thick globes of his ass anymore and I drop to my knees.
After all my worries about his hair getting wet, here I am, letting mine get saturated.
Lathering up my hands again, I spend an inordinate time massaging his legs; after all, he did spend the night running around and dancing at work.
And what a fucking dance it was. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
On each drag of my soapy hands up his thighs, Nikolo opens his legs a little more in encouragement.
I let my thumb brush his tight balls, but otherwise pretend not to notice his invitation.
I can almost feel his frustration, and I can definitely hear the little impatient grunts he’s trying to smother.
Even though his truly magnificent ass is right in my face, I’m still enthralled by the tattoos on the back of his thigh. One is a date, in a death-faced crescent moon in the clouds. The other is in a star shape that looks almost like a compass. But the numbers are wrong for a date.
Before I can ask about them, Nikolo lets out a pitiful whine.
“Willan, are you serious back there, come on man!” Twisting over his shoulder, he looks down at me through eyes glossy with need.
A trickle of blood trails from his lip from how hard he’s bitten it.
I realise how long I’ve been massaging his thighs, my breath teasing the cleft of his ass.
All things considered, his restraint has been remarkable.
Letting go of his hip, I run one hand over the taught muscles, drifting up and over his stomach before taking pity on my poor, beautiful Nikolo, and wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft. He half collapses on the first stroke, his forehead thudding against the tiles.
The pleasure looks almost painful, his face contorting when I twist my fist over his head, squeezing the sensitive crown. I watch for a moment and turn my attention back to his ass.
Something in the riot of flowers and wings on his left cheek captures my attention. My hand stills on Nikolo’s dick and he thrusts into my loosening fist, but now my focus is somewhere else entirely.