Incident 7.5 The After Show
The first date went very well. Incredibly well once they actually got on it.
It took more than five minutes to settle Hairy, of course.
And avoid Mama Vampire. And re-threaten the clan to leave them alone for the night.
Closer to an hour, actually. But they did manage to escape again and once they were out, the date couldn’t have gone better.
The entire dinner was full of teasing innuendos and silent promises of more afterwards.
Ross never found out what Glenn intended to do as entertainment after dinner.
After almost two hours of teasing touches and stolen kisses, neither of them had the patience to sit through something else.
There was still a lingering urgency, too.
A fear they might be interrupted again. They found they didn’t have the patience to sit through anything else.
They raced back to Ross’s house at nearly midnight, avoiding people systematically as they got into the house with all the doors firmly locked against accidental intrusions. With Mama Vampire staying at Glenn’s house, Ross’s place was far safer.
Ross’s back hit the bedroom wall, but he barely noticed it.
His mouth was locked onto Glenn’s, their tongues tangled together.
He’d never been kissed like this—with such naked hunger and want and passion.
It set off butterflies in his stomach, a mix of anticipation and nerves.
Even when he’d flirted at the edges of BDSM, he’d not felt like this. This hungry and out of control.
What he did know was that he didn’t have enough.
Not enough skin to skin contact. Not enough of Glenn’s hands on his body.
Not enough of his own hands on that smooth, pale skin.
Ross’s hands fell to the man’s shirt and he pulled at buttons, not caring when one zinged away, just glad to feel smooth skin against his fingers.
Glenn made an approving, hungry noise in the back of his throat before his own hands got busy, stripping Ross’s shirt off with no finesse.
They couldn’t seem to stop kissing, couldn’t relinquish that hold on each other, although they both lost the thread for a moment when pants and boxers were pushed out of the way and they got a hand wrapped around each other’s dicks.
Breath shaking, Ross took a moment to appreciate the hold his new lover had on him.
God, Glenn really did know what to do with his hands.
That firm touch was perfect, not at all shy.
He tried to return the favor while getting an estimate of size and shape, and oh my.
Glenn had a very nice package to work with, there.
Glenn’s free hand slid around to Ross’s ass and he gripped him there, massaging a little. Ross had a serious weakness for any sort of ass play, so the groan he emitted was beyond his control.
Angling his head down, Glenn nipped at the side of his throat. Ross tilted his head further to give him room, eyes fluttering shut so he could enjoy all of the sensations. His own hand started to really stroke Glenn’s cock, getting him up to full hardness. Not that it took much effort.
“I want to take you,” Glenn growled against his skin.
The predatory hint in those words sent a thrill racing up Ross’s spine. “Hell yes.”
That was all Glenn needed. He stripped off the remainder of their clothes in record time and gave Ross no time to rebalance before he caught him up behind his thighs and carried him the four feet to the bed.
Thankfully a king-sized bed, as they were about to take advantage of the large surface.
Ross got an arm around Glenn’s shoulders for balance, just for a moment, before he found himself flat on his back and an amorous vampire right on top of him.
He welcomed Glenn with spread legs. Glenn settled between them, the skin of his thighs sliding sensually against Ross’s bare skin.
Glenn leaned back in to kiss him, pressing all of that hot, firm body onto Ross’s.
Ross couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.
He loved the sensation of it. He loved being pinned under a man’s weight.
The only thing that could improve this moment would be if Glenn was already in him, thrusting into him.
Maybe Glenn was of the same opinion. He leaned over long enough to grab lube from the nightstand drawer, pouring a healthy amount on his fingers, before returning.
Ross tilted his hips up a bit more to give him better access.
The first touch of a slick finger was nice but not enough—he wanted far more than this.
Most men tried to ease a partner into things at first. Ross inevitably had to tell them that gentle was not usually how he wanted things to go.
Glenn must have either sensed this or somehow figured it out as he didn’t do gentle.
He pressed one finger steadily in, forcing Ross’s body to stretch and accommodate, and on the second thrust in, another finger readily joined.
It sparked a bite of pain, just enough to give Ross that zing he always craved.
He twisted into the touch on instinct, neck arching under the sensation. A half-cry caught in the back of his throat, words of encouragement tangling there before he could articulate them.
“You like it a little rough,” Glenn stated as if he knew perfectly well the answer. “Is this enough? Or do you need more?”
With effort, Ross focused on those enchanting gold eyes. His body was shuddering, the mix of pleasure and pain a heady cocktail. He had to force the words past a constricted throat. “More.”
Greed darkened Glenn’s eyes, turning them antique gold. The hunger on his face was unmistakable and he didn’t hesitate. He used what lube he had still in hand to slick himself up and then he was pressing in, slowly but firmly, giving Ross no quarter.
For that matter, Ross didn’t want quarter.
He wrapped both legs around Glenn’s waist, heels digging into the man’s back as he encouraged him in.
The bite of pain was hotter now, and his legs spasmed once under the force of it, but that just made the pleasure all the more sweet.
His head tipped back on a pant as his body gave under Glenn’s demands.
Capturing both of his hands, Glenn pinned them effortlessly above Ross’s head with one of his own.
Ross tested it once, just to see, and Glenn didn’t even have to adjust his grip to keep Ross precisely where he wanted him.
Perfect. That hold was perfect. He moaned in bliss, feeling that last bit of tension bleed out of him.
Ross had anticipated that if he and Glenn ever had sex, it would be hot.
He was being proven deliciously wrong. It was far more than that.
Glenn was barely in, balls just touching Ross’s ass, before he pulled out and thrust smoothly in again.
For Ross’s body, still adjusting to this sweet invasion, it was a bit too much—and Ross reveled in it.
His breath shuddered in his lungs, legs tightening around Glenn in reflex.
He wanted, needed, every single thing Glenn was doing to him right in that moment.
“Look at you,” Glenn breathed, transfixed. His eyes slid over Ross’s body and face, taking in every nuance. “Glorious. I knew you’d be like this. I just knew it, and I’m so glad to be proven right.”
“G-Glenn,” Ross panted, begging in his name alone. This felt good, feeling that hard length thrust into him. It felt very good, but he still needed more.
“I know.” Glenn’s eyes shut for a moment, brows beetled together in concentration. “I know, I need more too. Alright.” He slid a hand under Ross’s back, supporting him just above his hips, and then he abruptly picked up the pace. “Enjoy, agra.”
Doing that changed the angle and the first hard thrust in nailed Ross’s prostate in a glorious shot.
White burst across his vision as pleasure overloaded his nerves, sending him singing.
Ross gasped out a cry, the sound caught in the back of his throat.
His fingers scrambled for purchase and found none, as Glenn held him securely even now.
Pleasure zinged through his body, and he couldn’t seem to draw in enough air, panting for it.
Glenn wasn’t holding back at all, thrusting in hard and steady, the pace borderline brutal.
It couldn’t have been more perfect. It drove Ross mad and he loved every second of it.
“Come for me,” Glenn murmured, sounding dazed with pleasure himself. “God, look at you. So beautiful. Come for me, agra.”
Ross wanted to protest. He’d never come from prostate action alone before, without a hand on his cock, and he didn’t see how it would be possible. Even as stimulating as this was, it wouldn’t be enough to—
His climax slammed into him without warning.
Ross gasped and arched under Glenn, shuddering under the force of it as he came hard all over his stomach.
He might have blacked out for a second or two, vision going dark around the edges.
It left him like a tide retreating, mellow and boneless against the mattress.
Until this moment, Ross had thought ‘come your brains out’ was just a phrase. But it might have actually happened. He certainly felt like he just had. Perhaps because of that, it took a few seconds longer than it should have for him to realize that Glenn was still hard inside of him and not moving.
Looking up, he found his lover poised over him, eyes intent on Ross and devouring him. Glenn looked on the edge. Frankly on the verge of slipping over the edge. A hint of fang showed behind his lip. It was like being pinned by a predator who was half-starved.
Since his hands were free now, Ross slid them up Glenn’s arms and shoulders. In a gentle tone, he encouraged, “I’m alright. Come on.”
“I don’t dare,” Glenn gasped in response. “I’m perilously close. I don’t trust my strength right now.”
Ross would ask in a moment just how long it had been since Glenn had a lover. Or even had sex. Right now the answer was obviously ‘too long.’ “Then let’s reverse. I’ll ride you.”
Relieved, Glenn nodded and caught Ross up in a firm grip before rolling, reversing their positions in a move too smooth to not be practiced.
Ross would tease him about that later, too.
He looked breathtaking, spread out like this under Ross.
Like an artist’s rendition of what sinful pleasure should look like.
Ross was perfectly sated and still felt a tug of arousal from the sight alone.
Glenn’s eyes fell to half-mast in relief and pleasure as Ross got his knees situated on either side of those slim hips and started undulating, finding a good position for himself.
Then, when it felt right, he upped the pace, taking that hard length in and out of himself.
It sang along already sensitive nerves, but Ross didn’t mind it. He liked this, too.
Glenn’s hands came up to rest along his back, one on his right hip, encouraging him.
His breath was coming in harsher pants from his lungs, body shuddering.
Ross could tell he was close, so close, but even then he was surprised when Glenn snatched him close, hugging him tightly even as he spilled inside of him.
With a sigh of supreme satisfaction, he released his clench but didn’t let go of Ross. He nuzzled against Ross’s ear first, kissing right under it, then sighed again before resting his forehead in the crook of his neck. “You are always such a pleasure to me.”
Ross relaxed, trusting his body weight to the other man, and enjoyed their position and afterglow for a long moment. Against warm skin, he asked softly, “Has it been a long time since you’ve had someone?”
Snorting, Glenn admitted wryly, “I can’t actually remember the last time I shared a bed with a lover. Thank you for accommodating me. I didn’t want to accidentally tear you and I was barely in control of myself as it was.”
“I like being on top, too. I’m not always kinky.” Ross tacked on dryly, “Evidence notwithstanding.”
“Ha! But I do enjoy the way you submitted to me so flawlessly. So lovely. You enjoy it.”
There was a question lurking in there somewhere. “I do. It’s…I think it’s a byproduct? Because I have to be in control of so much during the day, I enjoy being able to let it all go and let someone else have the reins for a while.”
There was a wicked burr in Glenn’s voice. “I’ll gladly hold those reins for you anytime.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.”
“Next time, we’ll have a proper date. More than just dinner.”
“And crazy mothers dropping in for unannounced visits?”
Glenn snorted. “And that. Tonight, may I stay?”
Leaning in, he kissed the man with slow thoroughness. “It would be my pleasure. And yours, by the time I’m done with you.”
An answering smile slowly took over Glenn’s face. “You have no intention of sleeping tonight, do you?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Ross brushed another kiss across his lover’s mouth, hand already trailing down to tease a nipple. “Tonight, I have far better things to do with my time.”