Chapter Five
Kian tried really hard not to laugh, but they were so obvious it was a little sad.
He needed to teach his straight laced mate how to prank properly.
His attempts were adorable, but so mild, they could barely even be considered pranks.
And Mickey was even worse. His eyes kept darting to the sunblock and then away again, basically pointing big neon signs at whatever Dorian’s next prank involved.
He loved that Dorian was so insistent about Kian being himself and getting back to his pranking ways, but he’d been having too much fun watching Dorian’s attempts at pranking him to pull any pranks of his own.
Well, if they wanted him to play that bad, he could definitely do that.
“Thanks, Mickey. We’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Dorian choked out, shooting a nervous look at Kian before masking it with a smile. Kian just raised an eyebrow at him. What was it about making his mate squirm that was so much fun?
As Mickey scurried off, Dorian swung his legs over the side of his lounger, reaching for the sunblock. “It’s been a while since you reapplied, dearheart. We should probably–”
“What’s that?” Kian barked, pointing over Dorian’s shoulder.
Dorian looked automatically with a frown, giving Kian the time to switch out the bottle with one he summoned from their room. He’d look at that later.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Huh. I thought I saw a mermaid,” Kian commented, then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. All the famous ones are on tour right now.”
He wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, but he knew Dorian wouldn’t be aware either way, so he went with it.
Dorian let it go, grabbing the sunblock with too much eagerness to play innocent.
Kian stretched out on his lounger, a smirk pulling at his lips as Dorian set to work reapplying the lotion to his skin.
Kian watched out of barely cracked eyes as Dorian’s face fell, and he studied the bottle a little closer with a frown.
“Is something wrong?” Kian drawled.
Blinking rapidly, Dorian hurriedly set the bottle back down, giving his full attention to making sure Kian was covered. “No, of course not. So what time is the planned activity for tomorrow?”
He’d originally planned it for the afternoon, but Kian was going to change that now. Whatever was in that bottle, he was using it on Dorian. If he wanted his mate to suffer the consequences of pranking him, then whatever he’d thought up was going to be on him all day long.
“A couples massage?” Dorian asked as Kian pulled him into a room specifically set out for them.
“Sort of. There was no way I was letting anyone else touch you, so there’s a recording to lead us through it. We’ll be massaging each other.”
The resort was obviously used to mates, because they offered the recording-led massages on their website so couples could share the experience without interruption.
They’d be charged extra for any bodily fluid clean up, but Kian didn’t care about that.
He’d pay the price if it meant making Dorian melt, then scream in quick succession.
The bottle of sunblock that Dorian had tried to prank him with was hidden in Kian’s pocket, but Dorian was none the wiser, looking delighted at the prospect of mutual massages.
“You first,” Kian insisted. He didn’t want Dorian getting handsy and distracting him before he could put his prank into motion. You know, after he fucked him senseless.
With a happy hum, Dorian stripped naked and laid on the massage table, the sheets already set up and bottles of oils lined on a small table next to it.
The recording was queued up and ready, and next to it was a sound system where he could pick soft music to play.
He poked around a bit, finding a good one, then casually set the sunblock next to the oils as he picked each bottle up and smelled it to decide on the best one.
“How about this one?” he asked, letting Dorian have a sniff. It was something called serenity and had hints of almond and vanilla that he thought Dorian would enjoy.
“Mm. Smells good.”
For a little while, he just focused on Dorian and making him feel good.
Despite spending most of the week relaxing, there were still tense areas in his shoulders and back that needed some love and attention.
He felt each knot as it relaxed and smirked at the groans that escaped his mate as he slowly melted into the bed.
Dorian let out a gasp when Kian’s fingers swept between his cheeks. Kian acted like it was an accident, going back to massaging his hips for a minute before doing it again.
“Kian…” Dorian whimpered, lifting his hips in a silent plea. And who was Kian to say no to that?
Slicking his fingers with more oil, he returned to Dorian’s ass, rubbing his cheeks and pulling them apart, fingers teasing over his hole until Dorian was squirming and trying to follow his fingers in a demand for more.
When Kian finally pressed a finger inside, Dorian’s groan was relieved.
He tipped his hips, fingers flexing on the sheets as Kian dragged his finger in and out, just barely grazing his prostate.
He added another, keeping up the same not-quite-enough touches that drove Dorian wild, until he could no longer ignore the whimpers or the way that his own cock throbbed for attention.
Stripping out of his shorts, he climbed onto the massage table, urging one of Dorian’s legs up to expose his twitching hole.
“Feeling needy, sweetheart?” Kian growled in his ear, slicking up his cock with the excess massage oil.
“Gods, Kian… Please…”
Feeling mischievous, he didn’t immediately give Dorian what he wanted.
Instead, he slid his cock up and down Dorian’s crease, only giving him light teases of pressure against his hole before moving away again.
It sent Dorian into a scramble, trying to get his knees under him so he could take control, but Kian pinned him, keeping him flat on the bed and completely at his mercy.
“You’ve been asking me to pull more pranks, Dorian. Is this not what you had in mind?” he teased, nipping at Dorian’s ear. His responding shout was music to Kian’s ears. The vampire had a major biting kink.
“I bet I could get you off just like this. All that teasing you were hoping for focused entirely on you and driving you crazy.”
“Please!” Dorian begged, whimpering when Kian dragged his teeth along that slender neck. “Oh, gods, please, Kian!”
The begging was what pushed him into action.
It was just too damn sexy. Notching the head of his cock on Dorian’s hole, he pushed inside, groaning as the hot slickness wrapped around him and pulled him in.
Dorian howled with relief and pleasure, still squirming despite getting what he’d asked for.
He was too keyed up to wait for his body to adjust, and when Kian drew back and slammed home again, he choked on a sob.
The sound of slapping skin nearly drowned out the music, but it was Dorian’s noises that were loud enough to draw attention.
Kian loved it, and if they were at home, he wouldn’t do a damn thing to muffle him, but they could be overheard here, and he didn’t want to embarrass his mate.
He attempted to muffle him with kisses, but they were both breathing too hard, and he had to slow down to do it because of the angle, which made Dorian whimper and shove his hips back in an attempt to get him moving again.
He couldn’t even give Dorian his wrist to bite, the angle was all wrong.
So, he decided to get him off as quickly as possible instead.
Shifting his weight, he snapped his hips, searching for the right angle.
He knew he found it when Dorian started wailing, his body clenching around Kian’s cock hard enough to make his eyes cross.
Gritting his teeth against the urge to come, Kian attacked that angle with everything he had, his own groans spilling from his lips as he lost himself in the feel of his mate’s body.
“Kian, Kian, Kian,” Dorian chanted.
Kian forced his eyes open– when the hell had he closed them?– and watched as Dorian’s mouth fell open, and his whole body stiffened, seeming to hold his breath for a long moment before he came with a shout.
Tight, tight, tight. “Oh, fuck!”
The way Dorian’s body clamped down on him was so perfect, Kian didn’t have a chance to hold back. His orgasm went on and on, his hips chasing every aftershock until he collapsed on top of Dorian, and his vision went a little dark around the edges.
“I think… massages… need to be added… to our rotation…” Dorian panted.
“Agreed.”
He lay there for a few long moments, just catching his breath, before forcing himself off his poor mate, not missing the wince when he pulled out of Dorian’s body. He’d been a little rough with him, which hadn’t been his intention. The begging made him lose his head a little.
Sliding off the bed, he kept a palm on it for a few seconds to make sure his knees were steady before heading for the small attached bathroom to wet a cloth to clean Dorian up. Dorian hadn’t moved while he was gone, and Kian chuckled at his protesting groan when he nudged him into rolling over.
The sheets were a lost cause, so with a little magic, Kian switched them out with another set he found in a drawer in the bathroom. He’d happily pay the fee for the mess after an experience like that.
Dorian was still too lazy to get up when he came back into the room, which was exactly what Kian had planned on. His gaze flicked over to the sunblock he’d set aside and a wicked grin flashed over his face, his tone casual as he stepped back up to the table.
“So, we’re supposed to head back the day after tomorrow. Ready to get back to work?”
Dorian groaned in protest, his face twisted in an unhappy frown. “Must we?”
“I mean, no?” He poured out the sunblock into his palm, seeing immediately what Dorian had asked Mickey to put into it.
Sneaky vampire tried to cover him in glitter.
Without an ounce of shame, he spread it over Dorian’s chest, grinning as his vampire let out a happy sigh and kept his eyes closed as Kian started touching him again.
“You aren’t required to stay in a job you aren’t happy with, and I’d happily follow you anywhere, but I don’t think either of us is in a place to retire. We’re not that old.”
Maybe. He didn’t fully remember anymore.
Dorian sighed, finally opening his eyes. “No. We need to go back. But maybe we should make this trip an annual thing.”
“Our own little yule celebration. I’ll take it,” Kian agreed.
He dusted his hands off, banishing the bottle so Dorian would get any bright ideas to use it on him. “All done. How do you feel? Sparkly?”
Dorian frowned at him. “That’s an odd way of saying it.”
“Is it?” Kian grinned, then dropped his gaze to Dorian’s chest.
Dorian looked down, then groaned. “How’d you find that?”
Cackling, Kian smacked a kiss on his lips.
“You tried to prank the master, gorgeous. You failed. Now you get to face the consequences.” He cocked his head taking him in with an evil grin.
“Never thought I’d find a sparkly vampire sexy, but hey, first time for everything.
Why not end a first vacation with the first sparkly vampire sighting? ”