Chapter 22 Theo
Theo
Theo had become a passenger in his own life, or so it had seemed over the past few days, but right now, he wanted to be back in charge, with no one telling him to stop, asking anything of him, or expecting him to be any certain way.
Once they got to Peter’s room, Theo spun on his heel, grabbed Peter by his lapel, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Peter let him, but even so, those ice-bright eyes widened when Theo plunged his tongue into Peter’s mouth and scraped along the lines of Peter’s lips with his teeth.
Theo had never known how good surprising someone like this felt, but he was down for surprising Peter all the way, so he pulled back out of the kiss.
“Sit on the bed.”
Theo was surprised by the command in his own voice. Celeste said I’d have to work my way up to this. Maybe she was right.
Peter licked his lips as if he were expecting a treat and obeyed without hesitation.
Once he got started, Theo didn’t want to stop, and if Celeste had taught him anything, it was that proper preparation was always important and should happen well before things got too heated.
“Where’s your lube?” Theo asked.
Peter pointed with his chin to the oak chest of drawers. “Second from the top.”
Theo walked over and pulled the drawer open.
The left side of it was full of Peter’s belts, all neatly rolled up and set in their individual boxes.
His ties were on the right, neatly folded and sorted by color.
The lube and condoms they’d used in the basement sat between the two like a slick border demarcation.
Theo huffed. The proximity to the belts gave him ideas, but from what he knew about Peter, he wasn’t exactly the kinky type. Theo picked up the lube, but then he hesitated.
“What about this?” He pulled a baby blue tie from its nest among the other ties and held it up.
“It’s your average kind of tie, but if you’re asking whether you can tie me up with it, the answer is yes.”
Theo frowned. “You’d really be okay with that?”
“Certainly.”
“Okay then.” Theo kept the tie and closed the drawer.
Peter was watching him with mild interest. Fuck mild interest. I want him ready to bang my brains out.
Theo almost tackled Peter, pushing him back on the bed, hard. He only stopped to toss the lube and tie on the covers, and then, with both hands free, he pushed against Peter’s chest, curled his fingers into the fabric of his shirt, and bit into the side of his neck.
Peter chuckled, and the vibrato shook Theo. He wasn’t even sure what had come over him. He’d never been like this with anyone.
Peter’s hands came up to wrap around Theo’s back, and he relaxed his jaws, easing the bite.
He’d barely left a mark—just a small hickey—and yet, for some reason, he desperately wanted to get his teeth into Peter.
Maybe it was some kind of misdirected payback.
Maybe I need to put my own mark on Peter.
Maybe I need him gasping, not chuckling and feeling all cuddly, acting as if I were a soft kitten.
Theo worked a few buttons on Peter’s shirt open and pulled it away to expose a fine, muscular shoulder.
Theo huffed. “Damn, you really are a Viking if you’re not wearing a shirt. You’re not convincing me otherwise.”
“Theodore, don’t be rude now, I beg of you.”
Theo decided to ignore that. A shoulder seemed a better place to get your teeth into, so he licked the skin, then bit down as hard as he could. This time, rather than chuckle, Peter growled in an animalistic way, and one of his hands came up, his fingers tangling in Theo’s hair.
“Let go, precious one.” Peter gently pulled at Theo’s hair.
Fuck no.
Theo had been sucked nearly dry more often than he cared to remember. Sure, Peter had never done that. Theo also really, really liked Peter, the sense of safety and warmth the vampire gave him, the way he’d never tried to bend Theo over for a quick fuck. He wasn’t angry with Peter.
And yet, he was frustrated and mad with himself for not being the kind of person who really fit with someone like Peter. He was mad that Peter had only found him now, the way he was now.
Where were you five years ago? Where were you when I needed a white knight, when I could’ve trusted you and given you everything I was back then? Everything I was before I became what I am now?
Theo couldn’t say those words out loud. If he did, Peter might really kick him out.
So he put everything he had into this bite, clamping down as hard as he could until his jaw started to hurt, until the rich, salty flavor of blood ran over his tongue.
He kept the pressure up as long as he could.
Only when he was satisfied, when his whole face had started to hurt, did he stop and pull back.
Peter’s skin was only broken here and there, though dark marks had formed around the small red beads. Theo licked them as Peter’s hand in his hair stroked circles and random patterns against his scalp.
If I just did something that’s against vampire etiquette, I’m not getting punished. Yet.
“Precious one,” Peter whispered.
Theo had nothing to say in response to that.
The bite mark didn’t linger. The skin on Peter’s shoulder was as pristine as always within moments.
Theo sat up and looked down at Peter, who was lying there, expectant, no longer quiet and calm. His eyes had glazed over and were half-shut with the buzz of desire. Theo worked the rest of his shirt buttons open and stared at that chest.
Stopping only briefly, Theo reached for the tie and made a show of running it through his fingers in front of Peter’s face.
“You like this tie, Peter?”
Peter smiled. “It’s a nice tie. I like the way it looks on you right now.”
Theo hated him. Absolutely hated this vampiric asshole who couldn’t give a wrong answer if his immortality depended on it.
He reached down between Peter’s legs. Had the biting given Peter that erection?
Maybe he did like pain. He’d never given an inkling of that back at the Boudoir, and Theo didn’t really like inflicting pain, but if a few knots got Peter wild, it was something he could work with, at least today.
Theo ran a hand over Peter’s chest, then stopped.
“Lift your arms over your head. Cross them at the wrists.”
Peter hissed, but he did as he’d been told. Theo watched for a few heartbeats, enjoying the sight, enjoying the way Peter’s non-Viking muscles flexed.
He only knew the basics of rope play, so the way he knotted the tie was anything but proficient. It wasn’t about that though, not right now. Not with Peter.
“I assume you can get out of this?”
“Yes, Theodore. But I won’t.”
“Okay, good.”
Peter grinned a feline grin at Theo. “How wicked you are, Puck.”
“Don’t call me—” Theo tightened the knot, and Peter growled. “Actually, no. Call me whatever you please, but don’t blame me if I act the part, vampire.”
“Do I look like I’m complaining?” Peter raised his bound wrists. “I’m not in any position to complain.”
“Exactly. You aren’t.”
Theo leaned on Peter’s chest, regretting that he hadn’t thought to strip the shirt off him completely. Nothing I can do about that now though. I’ll have to work with what I’ve got.
Theo licked Peter’s right nipple before he latched on, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh while stroking Peter’s erection. Peter was making sexy vampire noises, growling and moaning. Theo liked that, liked that he was the cause of them.
Theo stopped, making Peter hiss and mumble something unintelligible under his breath. He lifted his wrists but seemed to think better of it and dropped them right back to the bed.
“This isn’t going to work if we’re wearing pants, you know,” Theo said, then he stood and stripped so Peter could see.
“You look beautiful. Naked, dressed, doesn’t matter, but if I have to tell the truth, I’m partial to having you naked, dearest Puck.”
“Are you? Well…” Theo stroked himself while keeping up the eye contact. “You know what? Yeah. Naked is good. Real good.” He stopped touching himself, making Peter let out a low hiss.
“Theodore.”
“Thought it was Puck. I have to get your pants off. Your dick’s inside your pants, and I can’t get to it if I keep them on you.” He undid the buttons and the zipper, doing his best to accidentally brush over Peter’s cock.
“Thor’s balls, you’re torture incarnate.”
Theo huffed as he pulled Peter’s pants off. “I’m not sure what that means, but you’re making this very easy.”
“It means I’m at your mercy, Theodore, in more ways than one.”
“Good to know. I want to ride you.” Theo tossed the pants aside and flicked Peter’s cock with a finger, drawing out another hiss. “I want to ride this. That okay?”
“Okay, Theodore? Why, yes, it is very much okay. Can’t you see my cock is weeping for it already?”
“Yeah, I see. Didn’t take much.”
“It only took you.”
“Charmer.”
Peter’s cock was indeed ready and leaking, and Theo made a stop on his way, straddling Peter’s thighs and squeezing some more lube into the palms of his hands.
“Did I ever tell you I like this?” Theo asked as he reached for Peter’s cock and let his hands slide along the shaft.
Peter’s eyes fell shut, and he made a low, growly humming noise. “Not in so many words.”
“Mm. Well, it’s a nice cock. And I have plenty to compare it to, too. Back in my old camboy days, people would send me pictures, even videos. You stand out, you know.”
“I’m glad it pleases you.”
Theo hesitated as he kept spreading the lube. “It really doesn’t bother you? What I do? Or…what I used to do?”
Peter lifted his head. It looked like he was straining, trying to keep his hands where they were. “It does not bother me. Not today, not tomorrow.”
Theo nodded. “All right.”
“The torture is bothersome though.”
Theo couldn’t help himself. He squeezed just that much tighter.
Peter tossed his head back and moaned.
That was so much better. Theo stroked all the way down to Peter’s balls while never quite ignoring the tip.
Peter, given his position, was left moaning and intermittently staring up at Theo with a kind of enthralled stare.
Theo liked that—the vampire on his back, snowy hair fanned out around his head.
I want more though. I’m not done. Theo ran his hands over Peter’s chest before he squeezed more lube over that ready cock. Then he eased himself open while Peter watched him with that predatory gaze.
“You like watching?”
Peter licked his lips, showing his sharp incisors. “I like watching you make yourself feel good.”
“Right. Not here to finger myself into oblivion though.” Theo stopped. “I’m here to ride you.”
Theo fumbled with a condom and ended up using his teeth to open it before slowly rolling it down. Peter exhaled slowly, his muscles trembling, his eagerness all too obvious. Theo positioned himself, then ever so slowly lowered his hips and seated himself on Peter’s cock.
The slow stretch and burn felt good. Being able to control it was even better.
Peter had started growling at some point, but he wasn’t moving, just watched like a big cat ready to pounce.
Peter’s cock stretched Theo open, and it felt as if it was the maximum size Theo could handle, the perfect, upper-limit fit.
Theo savored that for a few moments before leaning forward and resting his palms on the firm muscle of Peter’s chest.
Peter’s nostrils flared, his attention completely focused on Theo. This is so fucking good. Should’ve done it sooner.
Theo moved his hips and sat back up. If sex was power, then in this moment, with Peter’s cock buried inside him to the hilt, Theo had all the power.
He gave himself a few strokes as he slid up and down on his vampire’s erection, but it wasn’t enough.
He leaned forward again until his own balls and cock rubbed against Peter with every thrust, every gyration. Better. So fucking good.
“It is becoming increasingly hard to remain still with you looking like this, Theodore.” Peter’s voice was husky and strained.
Theo sat back sharply. With a hiss, Peter tensed, the tie stretching around his wrists.
“I told you I was going to ride you. Should I have brought a crop?”
“You do what you want with me, my precious one. Whatever you want.”
Well, damn. Peter had a knack for saying the right thing at the right time. The need to be close, closer, to lose himself in Peter, washed over Theo, even stronger than before. He tilted his hips and leaned back, enjoying the fullness, the pressure, the friction.
Peter thrust up hard, hitting the perfect spot, and Theo heard himself moan like a starved man stuffing his face with chocolate cake. That wasn’t right. Peter was the one who was supposed to be moaning. Peter was the one who was supposed to be losing his reasoning skills in the sex haze.
“More,” Theo heard himself say, and there went those good intentions.
“Yes?” Peter asked with a playful smirk Theo wanted to lick right off the vampire’s face.
“More,” Theo insisted, digging his fingers into Peter’s abdomen.
Peter didn’t need to be told a third time, thankfully. He reached out, his wrists still bound, and ran his fingers over Theo’s lips.
The temptation was too much, and when Peter thrust up again, Theo ended up biting down and sucking, salivating like crazy even as Peter moved. And moved and moved.
Theo felt his orgasm building. He tried to hold it back, but Peter wasn’t slowing any. If anything, he was speeding up, thrusting harder, fingers pressing into Theo’s tongue.
“Yes, Theodore, like that. You’re doing so well.”
A few seconds later, Theo reared back and screamed. He didn’t remember the last time he’d screamed during sex.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Peter growled, and his fingers marked Theo’s skin with possessive heat.
Theo didn’t have to wait long before Peter sped up in that telltale pre-orgasmic sprint, and it ended just a few seconds later with Peter coming deep inside Theo.
It was good, too good, like a spring shower or an ocean wave breaking over your head, or some other similarly sappy metaphor.
“Didn’t go like I expected,” Theo said after he’d caught his breath. He was lying on Peter’s chest, which felt like the perfect spot.
“No? Would you like a do-over?” Peter wiggled his hands free before he grabbed Theo’s butt cheeks and kneaded them as he slowly pulled out. “I will say that I am rather satisfied with the end result, Theodore. I think you riding me could be a hobby.”
“Shut up and be a good pillow, Peter.”
The feeling of Peter’s chest vibrating as he chuckled rang through Theo, and it made him smile. Ugh. Feels like contentment has taken a big old dump all over my face. Never mind though. Just gonna rest my eyes before wiping it away. Just for a minute.