12
Kylo
He slips his pocketbook into his back pocket before reaching out to take Lathan’s hand. Their fingers interlace comfortably, like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, and a giddy joy fills him. They walk to the bus stop, hand-in-hand, in complete bliss.
On the bus, it’s a struggle to keep their PDA to a minimum, though Lathan’s minimum is more than most people’s, and Kylo is adoring every moment. He can’t keep his hands off his new boyfriend either.
Boyfriend. The word rings through Kylo’s mind like the most beautiful song.
As Lathan’s hand rests on Kylo’s inner thigh, higher up this time, he leans in, breathing down his neck and nipping the tip of his pointed ear. Kylo shudders out an excited breath, feeling every inch of heat crossing between their connected bodies.
“I want you,” Lathan husks seductively. The words send a chill up Kylo’s spine, raising every hair on end.
Kylo sinks further into his seat to melt into Lathan’s side, unintentionally causing his hand to travel higher on his thigh. “I’m all yours,” he whispers in return, his half-lidded gaze eyeing Lathan’s lips.
Lathan squeezes Kylo where his hand now rests, meeting his gaze. “You better tell me what you like now,” he whispers eagerly, “because I’m not wasting any time when we get back.”
Blood rushing to Kylo’s head, his face glows red, as if the desire burning through him is lighting him up like a lantern. “I like it when you take control,” he purrs, grinning with his fangs on display. “Use all your strength”—he sinks closer—“and don’t worry about leaving bruises, I’m used to them by now.”
Lathan exhales as he eyes Kylo’s mouth. The bus slows as it enters Obscura’s gate, rounding the bend into the West bay. Lathan stands before it stops, grabbing Kylo’s hand and tugging him toward the door. His heart lurches in his chest as he’s pulled along, giggling as he bounces behind Lathan.
They cross the campus hurriedly, both sneaking anticipatory glances at one another as they near their dormitory. Stepping up to the building’s walkway, Kylo flips around, walking backward, to face Lathan, to get a good look at his clothed body, excitedly imagining what lies beneath. His eyes trail from his dark and alluring eyes and fall to his sharp jaw, his broad shoulders, his densely muscular arms, the abs hiding beneath his sweater, the package he’s looking forward to unwrapping. His tongue runs across his teeth, swirling his right fang, mentally preparing for the delicious man before him.
Turning back around to face the dorm, he pulls Lathan into a jog down the few feet to the door. The students lingering outside the building glance at their running before the boys push through the doors and disappear inside. Quietly speed-walking down the halls, as to not wake their dorm neighbours, they silently exchange smirks, anxious to get to their room.
While Kylo shoves his keys into the lock as fast as he can, the tension between them makes the action feel as if it’s taking minutes to complete. Once unlocked, they both push into the room, stumbling through the door frame, but Kylo manages to pivot to close the door softly behind them. The moment it’s locked, Lathan spins him around, pressing him against the door, their bodies flush. Kylo’s heart accelerates as their lips lock into furious kisses, Lathan’s hands exploring freely upon the body he’s been restraining to touch for nearly half an hour. As Lathan’s nimble fingers begin working to unbutton Kylo’s shirt, Kylo slides his hands firmly up Lathan’s chiselled chest. Everything in me wants him so desperately, I can hardly stand it.
They both pull away from each other for a quick moment to remove their respective tops. Kylo fumbles with his remaining buttons, stealing glances at his newly titled boyfriend taking off his jacket, sweater, and T-shirt, before throwing his own shirt to the floor. The aftermath of Kylo’s werewolf attack is stitched together with crisscrossing threads over Lathan’s shoulder, slightly contorting the placement of his tattoos. He grazes gentle fingers across the wounds he caused, drawing over where he sliced his skin. Returning his gaze to his face, he glides his hands down to Lathan’s hips, pulling him in tight, planting his lips on his. I can’t fix what I’ve done, but, if he’ll let me, I’ll spend my life making it up to him.
Lathan wraps his hands around Kylo, moving them down to his ass, gripping both cheeks. With a firm hold, he yanks him up off his feet and onto his hips, stepping forward to pin him against the door. His brute strength takes Kylo’s breath away, his mind helplessly swooning over the vampire, his body hot and bothered, causing him to harden as the warmth from Lathan’s body soaks into his own. Tugging at Kylo’s jeans to lower them, Lathan continues to kiss down his neck, his fangs scratching the skin, both eager and teasing, as he trails his lips over the bare skin of his collarbone.
“Wait,” Kylo breathes, putting a hand onto Lathan’s chest. “I wanna feel you without venom first.” He doesn’t want to get high—not yet. Despite how good it feels, he wants to feel Lathan clear-headed, especially now that they’re official.
Lathan hisses softly, growing stiff against Kylo as he holds his hot gaze. His pupils twitch, almost shrinking into their animalistic pin, but they warp back before he speaks. “As you wish,” he says huskily, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He licks one slowly, coating it in saliva as he keeps eye contact, and then his hand disappears down before he presses it inside Kylo.
“Hah,” he huffs, his back arching quickly, his head tipping back against the door, and his erection pushing against his partially-removed pants. He looks down his nose at Lathan, his werewolf genetics causing his mouth to salivate from the pleasure. “Is that all you’ve got?” he taunts, his mouth twisting up into a fanged smirk.
Lathan grins darkly, cocking his head. “I just want you to be ready for me,” he says, sliding a second finger into Kylo, curling both gently, as if wanting to feel every inch inside him. Kylo gasps loudly before an unintentional moan slides over his tongue. If anyone’s in the hall, they’ll be objected to the pleasured noises emanating from their door. Squeezing his legs together, he pulls Lathan even closer, even deeper, holding him tightly as his arms wrap around the back of his head, intertwining his fingers into his hair.
A deep chuckle ripples up from deep within Lathan’s chest at Kylo’s reaction, continuing to hold his gaze, their faces mere inches apart. “That’s a good boy,” he nearly growls. Kylo’s face blooms with heat and warmth, his praise only fuelling the fire inside him. All I want is to please you. To make you happy.
Closing the distance between them, their mouths dance for a little while longer, following in sync with one another’s steps until they become too hungry, too greedy. Lathan pulls his hand out from inside Kylo and pauses for a moment to allow him to adjust to their absence, recovering his uneven breaths. Then he carefully slides off Lathan’s hips, feet planting on the floor. They both desperately race to remove their remaining articles of clothing. Stepping out of his pants, Lathan scoops up the fully naked Kylo, as he had before, and carries him over to his desk where he sets him down, rolling him slightly onto his back.
“I’ve been ready for this since the day I met you,” Kylo lets slip, his mouth salivating heavily in anticipation. “Fuck me like I’m your last.” He swallows the excess saliva as he leans back further and opens his legs as wide as his hips will allow—space that Lathan closes as he steps between his legs, huffing above him.
“You’re fucking filthy,” he says, but with heat, relishing in it. Pushing himself inside Kylo, Lathan’s mouth opens with an exhale as he’s enveloped in tightness. Leaning further over his boyfriend’s body, he digs deeper, until his pelvis is flush against Kylo’s ass. Kylo moans deeply with the entry, his cock throbbing between them as his mind goes blank with white hot pleasure. He’s bigger than he expected, but the way he fills him feels damn good.
Lathan pulls all the way out and pushes back in again, several times, watching Kylo writhe beneath him with each entry. Building a steady rhythm, his boyfriend grips his thighs, pulling him closer to the edge of the desk, thrusting into him heavily. Lathan leans over further to kiss him, but their growing moans fill the air between their desperate lips.
Lathan lingers his mouth above his to give him a simple instruction: “Touch yourself.”
A flutter fills Kylo’s chest and an intoxicated smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. More than happy to oblige the command, he lifts a hand from the desktop, sliding it over himself. His flesh is already slick with desire as he slowly massages his length. With Lathan pushing so deeply into him, over and over, each slide of his own hand burns, causing his body to writhe while moans lace every breath.
“I-I can’t,” he huffs, slowing his hand to a stop. “You’re too hot, I…want to finish with you.”
Lathan slows his thrusts. “But I want you to feel everything when I bite you,” he says, his hand replacing Kylo’s, pumping his cock as he picks up his rhythm again.
Kylo gasps in air as Lathan starts, a whimper escaping his throat before he moans long and slow, “ Fuck ,” letting all the air escape his lungs. Lathan hums with satisfaction, biting his lip as he admires his work on the werewolf’s bothered body.
The heat builds quickly, pleasure becoming too much to bear. Gods, he’s so fucking hot. I don’t know how much more I can take. He feels… “so good,” he sighs, going slightly woozy. Curling forward, he reaches out and grips Lathan’s face, kissing him passionately before releasing their lips to moan and say, “I love you.”
Huffing along to his own beat, groaning softly as his own pleasure builds, Lathan’s face drops to brush hot lips down Kylo’s throat. “I love you ,” he purrs in reply before sinking his teeth into Kylo’s neck, pushing in venom, and pulling out blood. It’s as if the blood hitting his tongue sends his body into overdrive, grounding him in the smouldering moment of bloodlust and pleasure. He continues to fuck him— hard —the hot grip around Kylo’s length tightening, riding him through a new height of pleasure as he feasts on his blood.
The venom flows through his veins in an instant with how fast his heart is pounding in his chest. It’s like ecstasy, relaxing every muscle, increasing the level of warmth and satisfaction felt across his whole body. The erotic zones being manhandled are burning, sending waves of tingling pleasure racing beneath his skin. Kylo lifts his left hand and grips onto Lathan’s head, his fingers lacing through his hair, while his right clings to his unwounded shoulder. With every pull of blood from his neck, the sensation in his lower body increases to near unbearable heights. He’s so enraptured by the feelings, he can’t even hear his own pained moans, screaming for release.
Lathan rips himself off Kylo’s neck with a gasp, heaving hard to fill his lungs, his lower lip painted red, the blood slowly dripping down his chin. Witnessing Lathan like this, his own blood coating his mouth as he fucks him internally and externally, is the sexiest thing Kylo has ever seen. It tips him over the edge, his head starting to nod as his legs quake, his body reaching its limit. With a final cry, he gives way to a tsunami of white hot pleasure that floods his system in a way he’s never experienced before. His cum coats Lathan’s hand, ricocheting onto both of their abdomens.
Lathan pushes deeply into him twice more, watching his boyfriend finish, before he hunches over, spilling inside Kylo with a growl, filling him with warmth. Using his clean hand to prop himself up on the desk’s table, he struggles to catch his breath.
“Gods,” Kylo breathes, opening his heavy eyes to watch as Lathan licks the ruby from his lip, breathing heavily, both of their bodies attempting to recuperate. His half-lidded eyes scroll over Lathan’s body, savouring the sight of him bloody, sweaty, having emptied inside of him. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”
A sly smirk pulls at Lathan’s lips slowly, tugging the streak of blood still glistening on his chin. Fangs still out and coated in a pink hue. “Enjoy yourself?”
He pulls Lathan in close, licking the blood off of his chin before pressing their open mouths together, answering his question. Releasing from the kiss, strings of blood and saliva pull from between their tongues. Kylo gives him a drowsy smile, now coated in his own blood. “More than you know.”
Lathan’s eyes are trained on the shared blood between them. “Mm. You’re so hot,” he says dazedly.
Leaning back and licking the blood off his teeth, swallowing it, Kylo laughs, still catching his breath. “We made quite the mess.”
Looking about them, their sticky bodies and his anatomy still filled inside Kylo, Lathan lets out a single beat of laughter. “I’m trying to figure out how to move without making it worse. I’m sure you don’t want my cum all over your desk,” he says, then cocks his head. “Or do you?”
Kylo pats the desk, atop the talon marks dragged across its surface. “I’m sure this ol’ thing will see worse in the future. Do it, I dare you,” he teases, knowing he has to remove himself one way or another.
Lathan straightens upright and leans out of Kylo, looking away from his boyfriend’s body when he takes in his compromised position, his body rosy with touch, covered in his liquids. “You know how to drive me crazy,” he mumbles, moving across the room in search of something to clean their messes.
A shiver crawls up Kylo’s spine as Lathan walks away, taking his warmth with him. Clenching the tight little ass the gods gave him, he hops off the desk and walks surprisingly causally over to a hook near his bed where his towel hangs, wrapping it around his lower half.
I don’t know what I did to end up making love with a vampire, but whatever it was, I’d do it again in every reincarnation for eternity, just to end up back here with him.
After sneaking off to the shared shower room down the hall—joking with each other as they clean themselves up—they return to their room, refreshed. And Kylo has a cheeky idea to pitch.
“So…,” Kylo starts, fluffing up his damp curls with a towel to dry them, a clean one wrapped around his waist. “I don’t know about you, but I would much rather sleep next to you tonight.” He reaches down under his bed, into his open suitcase, and grabs a pair of boxers, stepping into them before tossing both towels into his hamper. “Wanna push the beds together?” I know this is fresh, but after what we just shared together, I want nothing more than to start our first night as a couple right —by your side.
Kylo’s past experiences with relationships were anything but right. Hookups and friends-with-benefits were his norm. During high school, he lost his V-card to a girl in his class, and then never went back. It felt wrong. Since then, he’s had situationships with male werewolves—most recently an alcoholic jock with commitment issues. His first real relationship resulted in him officially coming out to his pack, something his grandfather—one of the elders—was not too happy about. Kylo’s partner expected more from him, of his career ambitions, and didn’t approve of his overly friendly personality and party lifestyle. Having started on rocky ground, they only lasted a few months. While he’s never been mistreated by a lover, they’ve never stuck around longer than a full term. It’s this consistent timeline that worries him—but he’s determined to break the pattern with Lathan.
Lathan looks up from his bed, sitting on its edge in clean underwear, damp hair stringing over his shoulders. He stares at Kylo blankly for a second, and then snickers, the sound quickly turning into full laughter. Kylo blushes with wide eyes, not expecting this reaction, but giggles at his excitement.
“I swear, none of my thoughts are my own around you,” Lathan says as his laughter dies down, a smile still stretched across his lips—the brightest Kylo has ever seen him look.
“Nope,” Kylo says as he saunters over to Lathan, “those thoughts are mine now.” Grabbing him by the face gently, he kisses him on the forehead, then his cheek, then his nose. “All mine.”
“All yours,” Lathan hums.
After shuffling around their nightstands and belongings, they push their beds to meet in the middle of the room against the exterior wall, just below the room’s centred window. With their bedding fluffed against each other, Kylo takes his checkered throw and drapes it across both halves, connecting them like yin and yang.
“Perfect,” he smiles, admiring their new space. No longer separate halves, but whole—how Kylo feels around Lathan. Climbing under the blankets, it’s a new experience. Being able to snuggle into Lathan, knowing his boyfriend will be next to him all night, gives him blissful comfort.
Lathan tosses an arm over Kylo, planting a kiss into his chocolate curls. Their legs tangle as the blankets are pulled over them.
“I hope you had a good day,” Lathan whispers against his skull.
“The best day of my life,” Kylo says with a pleased exhale, closing his eyes with a soft smile. Exhaustion finally taking over.