Vampire’s Mate Valentine Short #2
Soren sauntered around the coffee table, putting just the right amount of swing in his hips, gratified when Gabe’s hungry eyes followed their movement.
He stopped between Gabe’s legs and unzipped his red leather pants—Soren may not have been a Valentine’s convert, but he was never one to say no to an excuse for a themed ensemble—lowering them just enough for his hardening cock to spring free.
Christ, that was a relief. Gabe hadn’t even touched him, and Soren was already filling rapidly, all his blood rushing south at just the thought of Gabe’s talented mouth on his cock.
It was almost embarrassing. But who could blame him, really?
His mate was just so goddamn handsome, all those golden muscles on display, his scent as mouthwatering as ever.
Soren placed one knee on the couch, then the next, sliding forward until he was straddling Gabe’s legs, working as best he could within the constraints of the tight leather.
Gabe placed his hands on Soren’s hips and slid down even lower, until his mouth was level with Soren’s now-leaking cock, his warm breath teasing at the tip. He looked up at Soren through dark lashes. “Such a pretty dick you have, baby.”
Soren’s breath hitched, but he kept his voice even as he ordered, “Then what are you waiting for? Put your mouth on it.”
Gabe didn’t. Instead, he stuck out his tongue, lapping at Soren’s cock head in an almost kittenish lick, smacking his lips after, eyes on Soren’s all the while. “Pretty and delicious,” he murmured.
A little shiver went down Soren’s spine. Oh God, he’d stolen Soren’s tricks, hadn’t he? Unacceptable. Soren was the tease. He did not get teased in turn.
He shuffled his knees in closer, dragging his cock over Gabe’s stubbled cheek, rubbing precum into his skin. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked silkily, letting a hint of the beast within into his tone.
But Gabe only chased his cock with his tongue, sneaking another taste. “Taking it slow. All romantic-like for Valentine’s.”
“Put my cock in your mouth in the next thirty seconds or I go jerk off in our room. Alone.”
“Such a brat,” Gabe murmured. But he sucked Soren’s cock into his mouth right after, clearly knowing when he was pressing his luck. Soren hissed at the sudden wet warmth and delicious pressure.
And then Gabe had the audacity to pop off in the next instant, cocking a cheeky brow. “Like that?”
“Gabriel fucking Kingman, I swear to G—”
Gabe swallowed him down again, hollowing his cheeks and sucking like a hoover, and Soren’s threat turned into a stuttered moan. Christ, what a glorious goddamn mouth.
“Do that thing I like,” Soren demanded (he was not begging, damn it). “With your tongue.”
Gabe did, and Soren’s head fell back with another deep moan. And then Gabe’s hands traveled from Soren’s hips to his ass, delving into the cleft. He circled Soren’s hole with one finger—not pressing in, just toying with the tender skin there, lighting up Soren’s every nerve ending.
Oh fuck. He’d taught his mate too well, hadn’t he? Soren wasn’t going to last nearly long enough, and it was going to go straight to Gabe’s already overly large head.
The price Soren paid for being such an amazing sexual teacher.
But he didn’t have to make it easy on him.
Soren pumped his hips, fucking into Gabe’s mouth, gratified at the resulting sputter. But then Gabe looked up at him through his lashes again, eyes watering and mouth slackened to allow for Soren’s movement, and he looked so fucking adoring, so worshipful, that Soren lost it.
“Tongue,” he gasped, his hips jerking. “Again.”
Gabe tongued at the delicate underside of Soren’s cock head with his tongue at the same time he sucked—hard—and Soren’s orgasm barreled through him. He came with a gasp, flooding Gabe’s mouth.
And Gabe, the wonderful, obedient mate that he was, swallowed every drop.
He stroked the tender skin of Soren’s hips with his thumbs afterward, his lips shiny with spit. “Good?” he asked, sounding so loving it almost hurt.
“Good.”
Gabe grinned. “Good.”
And then Soren found himself on his back on the couch, Gabe looming over him, fishing that perfectly massive, hard cock out of his shorts. His eyes roamed over Soren as he began stroking himself. “Lift your shirt up.”
Soren cocked a brow, and Gabe flushed, licking his swollen lips. “Please,” he amended.
Oh, that was adorable.
So Soren slid his shirt up under his chin, revealing his own bare chest to Gabe’s hungry gaze.
“So fucking beautiful,” Gabe murmured, his hand stroking over his cock. It looked almost painful, with no lubricant except what he was leaking naturally, but Gabe didn’t seem to mind.
“You want my mouth, Highness?” Soren offered, feeling magnanimous in the languid aftermath of his orgasm, his limbs heavy and his head wonderfully fuzzy.
Gabe let out a choked moan at the offer, but he shook his head. “Wanna mark you,” he growled.
Oh my, but that made Soren’s inner vampire preen.
“By all means.” Soren arched his back in display, running a hand over his chest and thumbing his nipple, his spent dick twitching at the sensation. “You know I love your cum on me.”
“You do?” Gabe asked, sounding more than a bit desperate, his fist working furiously.
“Oh yes,” Soren crooned. “Right where it belongs. Because, Highness?”
Gabe was panting now, his cock an angry red color at the tip. “Yes?”
“Every drop of what you have—blood, sweat, cum—all of it belongs to me.”
Gabe’s body jerked, and he spurted cum onto Soren’s chest with a drawn-out moan, draping over him immediately to run a finger through the mess, rubbing it into Soren’s skin like some sort of sacred oil.
“So beautiful,” he murmured again.
It could be considered predictable at this point, the way he praised Soren at every turn. So why did it still make Soren’s chest burn, that grateful adoration?
Love had made him foolish, was the answer. But it was hard to care, with his mate holding him close like this, stroking every bit of bare skin.
Afterward, cuddling on the couch, the horrid sportsball thankfully over, Gabe pressed a kiss to Soren’s shoulder. “Didn’t think you’d come back from cookie decorating so horny.”
Soren smiled to himself, pressing even further into Gabe’s solid body. “What can I say? Festivities get me excited.”