Chapter 27 #2
Peter kissed him, hard and deep, stealing his breath as surely as the orgasm had.
I want to love you, but I’m scared, Theo thought as he reached for Peter, hooked his legs around him, and pulled him close.
The embrace went on and on, and Theo only eased his hold when he started getting lightheaded from it all.
Peter pulled back just enough that they could look at each other. They didn’t even need to speak, and Theo wouldn’t have been sure what to say anyway. They kissed again, just as deep.
When they broke apart next, it was because Peter had decided to kiss down the valley of Theo’s sternum, then lower still. Theo’s hands ended up in Peter’s hair, holding on when Peter slowed and lingered just above Theo’s pubic line.
“Can I go on?” Peter asked when him not doing so made Theo writhe.
“Do you even have to ask?”
“Could you just tell me yes, Theodore?”
Theo groaned even while he was writhing. “Yes. There. Happy?”
“Not as happy as I’ll make you.”
Theo’s cock was making an attempt, but that was all it was at this stage.
Peter still gave it an appreciative lick before moving on to Theo’s balls.
It was almost too much, but Theo didn’t want to stop.
He was feeling greedy now, greedy and spoiled and not wanting it to stop even though it was almost too good, being manhandled by his Viking.
Peter hooked Theo’s legs over his shoulders when he got to Theo’s taint, but he didn’t linger there for long either. He went for Theo’s hole, parting his cheeks and licking over it.
“Hot Viking,” Theo gasped. “I didn’t shower.”
Peter lifted his head just enough so he could meet Theo’s eyes. “If I were from one of the peoples wrongly meshed up under the Viking umbrella, do you really think I never ate out an unshowered man?”
Theo snorted. “There was nothing about that in the articles I read online.”
Peter rolled his eyes and went back to it. Theo let his head sink into the pillow, giving in to the sensation of Peter’s tongue on him for several seconds before his eyes flew open.
“Wait, you had your mouth on other guys, what, while raiding England’s coastline? Seriously?”
Peter lifted his head again. “No. Not a Viking. You knew I wasn’t a virgin either. It’s really a modern thing, wanting virgins and all that.”
Theo narrowed his eyes. “Fine. And I know. It’s just not something I want to think about, okay? No hot Vikings for me. No hot Vikings other than you.”
Peter ran a hand along Theo’s leg. “You seem flustered. Should I keep doing what I’m doing? Or do you want only my fingers?”
Theo thought about that while he looked into Peter’s eyes, watching his lip turn up in a subtle curl.
“Keep going. Just…keep going. Definitely don’t think of England’s coastline.”
“There is no reason for me to think of anything other than you, Theodore.”
“Well—ah!”
Theo gasped, his voice trailing off. Peter’s tongue was on him again.
There was more licking, and while it didn’t exactly tickle, it made Theo react every single time, made him go tense at first, then relax again.
Peter had to pull him back down toward him once Theo had almost made it all the way to the headboard.
“Relax that hole for me, Theodore.”
Theo knew how to do that. It wasn’t his first time doing this either, and he knew how it went, but both the theory and practice of all the things two people could do with each other in the sheets had always been just a little bit different when he was with Peter, when it was Peter holding him and fucking him.
When it was Peter telling him he loved him and swearing that he meant it, too.
Theo relaxed, and Peter pushed his tongue inside him, making a satisfied noise of pleasure. Theo twisted his hips, and it prompted Peter to hold him in place as his tongue went deeper, then retreated only to do it over and over again.
Peter had stamina. Theo soon lost all sense of time. He was pinned and exposed, and it was intense, so much so that he had to concentrate to bear it, to not break down into a shivering, pleasure-soaked mess.
But then, from how he kept at it, that was what Peter wanted.
“Can you—ah! Peter…can you…”
Peter released his hold on one of his legs as he stroked Theo. After a few moments, he looked up, and the feeling of being exposed spiked when he lifted his head.
“What do you want, beloved?”
“Can you…finally just…please…”
He’d meant to ask to be fucked at last, Theo knew that, but the words wouldn’t come. Peter looking down at him like some mighty Viking warrior gazing upon his spoils after a raid—culturally inappropriate or not—probably had something to do with that.
“A few more minutes,” Peter finally said, tearing an involuntary whimper from Theo and making him rock his hips.
Peter only laughed before giving Theo his tongue again. He was so loose by now that it went into him easily, and even when Theo could find the concentration to clench his muscles, it barely did anything. Peter didn’t stop.
The minutes were long, and Theo was about ready to beg when Peter finally, finally moved. He sat back on his heels, once more surveying the spread of Theo’s limbs and the heaving of his chest.
“You are so beautiful, beloved.” He reached for the lube he’d dropped on the sheets and let Theo watch as he spread some on his hands. “You want this, don’t you? Theodore. Nod. Say yes.”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.”
Peter never broke eye contact as he reached down and stretched Theo with his fingers.
It was excruciatingly good in a whole different way than his tongue had been.
It was too slow, too little, when Theo just wanted all of it.
He’d gone back to being fully hard at some point during all of this, something he only noticed when he bent his spine and Peter looked down, smiling at his erection.
When Peter at last decided to stop with the stretching and instead slicked up his own cock, Theo was relieved enough that he wondered whether he could come from just watching, but he didn’t get the chance.
Peter lifted his legs and pushed inside him, bringing their bodies close, his face hovering above Theo’s.
Peter’s lips parted, and Theo saw the tips of his fangs come out, making him look wild and hungry.
He was. The first few thrusts were rough in the best way, then he stopped when Theo’s head rolled back and his fingers clawed at the air. Theo had closed his eyes without noticing, and when he opened them again, locking gazes with Peter, Peter started again, without stopping this time.
It was a short sprint to the finish line from there.
Theo’s brain was so pleasure-flooded that he wasn’t sure who came first, but he was definitely sure that his own orgasm washed over him like hot summer rain, rather than the hard splash of the first. He’d been too turned on for too long for anything else.
Watching Peter was different though—harder and faster, explosive.
His muscles bulged, and his teeth were all bared when he came, heat following the intense friction inside of Theo.
His eyes never left Theo’s, not when he pulled out gently or used the sheet to wipe Theo’s belly.
Theo hadn’t even noticed his own cum there, too overheated, his mind unable to focus.
Peter only looked away when he lay down next to Theo and wrapped him in his arms, offering sunshine-soft kisses that Theo happily accepted.
They didn’t get out of bed for at least another hour.
Theo had accidentally ended up napping in Peter’s arms. When he woke up, Peter brushed his cheek with soft fingers. Theo stretched his legs, this time without the joints going all creaky.
“What time is it?”
“Almost noon, but I’m not sure exactly.”
Theo turned just enough to get to his nightstand, where he normally kept his phone. It was there, although he couldn’t remember having put it in its place the previous night. He woke the screen and saw messages from Corvin.
I’m so sorry about not keeping my mouth shut. Everything okay?
Peter the Terrible isn’t mad, is he?
(Blame everything on me if so!)
And thanks for coming to get us. I don’t even know what to think about the whole abduction to Faerie thing. I think I should talk to Mike’s mom about it.
You okay?
I can see you’re not looking at your phone. Is that good news?
Those had all been from yesterday, but Corvin had texted earlier in the day too.
Let me know if you want to hang out today
Peter made an annoyed little noise when the phone got too close to his nose for comfort while Theo was reading.
“Looking at your screen while in bed can cause vertigo,” he grumbled.
“I’m not looking, I’m typing.”
All good I think.
He was about to type Peter says he loves me, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. It would lead to follow-up questions he was in no way prepared to handle.
Let’s hang out soon. Carl too.
It didn’t take long for Corvin to check his texts.
Carl reached out, made sure we got home, asked about you too.
I said I would text. He said he didn’t want to text you, given your “very platonic relationship”
Is it platonic or did you guys ever…
Never
I think it’s a werewolf thing
Like Will not eating before I do
Oh, Will! We should tell him everyone’s okay.
Did you tell him what happened?
Nope. Busy
I figured. So Peter’s okay?
Mike says he’s not at work, said personal business
Theo looked up from his conversation. “Did you call your office while I was still out?”
“No, but I did text one of our more competent secretaries. Such beings still exist, rare though they may be.”
Theo went back to his screen. “You could hire a personal secretary. You know that, right?”
He’s here with me. We’re okay I think
You keep saying “I think”
“I’d have to answer to a personal secretary, Theodore. I’d rather not.”
Yeah. I work tonight. At Celeste’s. Wanna come?
Yes! I might have to bring Mike. That okay?
Sure. See you then
“So don’t get a secretary.”
“You could be my secretary.”
Theo rolled away to put his phone back. “I have a job.”
“Hmm. You are ready to get up? Face the day, get a brand-new bank account, then spend the afternoon with me?”
Theo looked up at the ceiling where the golden September light was painting whimsical patterns.
“I think I am.”