A Royal Craving (10 page)

“P
rosper?”

When Spencer said his name, he turned and tried to explain, as delicately as he could. “Our bond is strong. Instincts are telling me what I already know,” Prosper apologised, convinced he would understand.

Spencer blushed and leaned in until their lips were nearly touching. “You mean, you moved away because you want to make love to me,” he guessed, with a devilish smile.

Prosper caught that sparkle in his eyes; the same one that preceded bold actions. It took a moment to register his nudge closer, until a soft hand touched the side of his face.

“I am yours to claim, Prosper. Do what you will with me,” he whispered against his lips, kissing him delicately.

Prosper accepted the kiss, responding with all the passion they had shared thus far. He imagined their clothes dissipated, until they were both naked. He could not refuse him any longer, nor could he ignore his instincts when they beat so persistently.

He covered Spencer's mouth with his, kissing him hungrily, as he slid his hand between his legs. He desperately wished to show his companion how he felt. Nothing compared to the physical expression of their feelings for one another.

He did not wait; he lubricated and inserted two fingers into his lover, capturing Spencer's moan in his mouth. His muscles did not clamp down so adamantly this time, accepting him until he could move them freely.

To his surprise and delight, Spencer pushed at his shoulders.

Prosper let his body relax. If he did not, his companion would not be able to fight against his natural strength. As he relaxed, his enthusiastic lover pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

His arousal built as Spencer sat over him, moving his hips against his fingers. Hands pressed against his chest to offer stability, as Prosper crooked his finger into his lover.

Spencer closed his eyes and his head dropped to his chest as he rocked slowly.

Watching him fed a new kind of hunger. Prosper had never known the wonder of giving another pleasure. He had assumed that the only physical joy could be found in the act of making love.

He wanted to explore further.

Prosper recalled something he had heard from an older vampire, who had lived through the years of acceptance for gay men, in the twenty-first and second centuries. He wondered what a human, who knew nothing of those acts, might think of exploring them.

“Spencer.” He spoke because his lover had never looked away, despite his enjoyment. “There is something I wish to do to you,” he began, uncertainly.

His lover stilled and ran his hand over his chest. “Tell me,” he asked, as he slowly lowered his torso and brushed his lips against his chin.

Prosper flipped his lover onto his back and pinned him down. He had to fight the instincts that rose within him, as his teeth ached to extend. “I wish to penetrate you…with my tongue,” he whispered, waiting to see his companion's reaction.

His human surprised him. He moaned and squirmed, as he closed his eyes and bit his lip.

Prosper had not touched him, yet Spencer acted as though in the throes of passion.

When he opened his eyes, his lover released his lip. “I am not sure I could ever be clean enough for such a venture,” he said, lifting his hands to caress his shoulders.

If Prosper read the signs correctly, that was not a refusal. “I can promise you will be,” he swore.

“You can do that?”

“All bodily fluids are nature's own materials,” he reminded him. Anything nature had created was his to command. Spencer need only say yes.

“I am willing to try. I trust you,” his lover promised, with a look of need that did not help his control.

His teeth extended before Prosper could stop them, responding to the increased rhythm of Spencer's pulse. “You need only say 'stop' if you do not find pleasure from it,” Prosper reminded him, as he licked his teeth and willed them to retract. He could not do what he wished to try, if they refused to obey him.

“I promise.” Spencer attempted to hide his amusement, as Prosper's teeth retracted and he let out a sigh of relief. He lifted off the mattress and kissed his lips, before he could move away. “If you do not feel equal pleasure to my own, then I wish you to stop,” he whispered, caressing his jaw.

“I cannot guarantee it will be pleasurable. It is only something I wish to try,” Prosper warned him not to expect too much. He promised nothing, as he had never experienced such a touch.

“I am sensitive to your touch. If your mouth were to feel half as enjoyable, then I will be happy,” his companion promised. With a second kiss, he lay back and grinned, his top teeth clamping down on his bottom lip.

He looked sinfully beautiful and enticing. His words made Prosper ache, until he wished he had not suggested exploring other avenues of pleasure. He longed to sink into his lover's body and lose himself to ecstasy.

“Turn over, little one,” Prosper requested, sitting on his knees as he watched his lover obey his every wish. The lines of his body were stunning to behold in their entirety.

The desire to explore returned.

With a shapely behind on view, Prosper lowered his mouth to nip the right cheek.

Spencer hummed, as he trailed gentle kisses and small nips across the base of his spine and both pert cheeks.

He discovered one pressure point, at the base of Spencer's spine just between his cheeks, that caused his companion to lose his calm, compliant exterior and pant breathlessly. Prosper licked the spot for a third time, savouring the reaction it elicited.

Using his mind to clean both their bodies from all natural substances, Prosper parted soft cheeks that bounced lightly under his touch.

Spencer wriggled beneath him and he sensed, in the back of his mind, that he had looked over his shoulder to watch.

Prosper licked the pink hole, stretched adequately by his fingers.

A short hiccup of a cry caused him to pause.

He brushed his thumb over the tender hole and imagined it coated with a naturally sweet, honey like lubricant. Though Spencer tasted delightful without it, he had no patience to work slowly and lubricate him as he moved.

“What did you do?” Spencer asked, breathlessly.

Prosper lifted his head and found his lover watching him closely, over his shoulder. “It is a lubricant. It should not hurt,” he admitted, now concerned that he had been wrong.

“Not painful. Tingles,” he explained, shortly.

Prosper chose not to comment, as he returned to his task. Those breathless words reassured him, as he licked at his hole again, slowly.

Honey had been his favourite human food for years and the combination of Spencer's essence and that taste drove his hunger.

His vampire senses took over; his eyes became sharper and focused on every detail of his companion's skin, while his nostrils widened and took in the human scent of arousal. He licked his lips, to find sticky honey still coating the corners.

Prosper's whole body shivered in delight. He closed his eyes as Spencer surrounded his every sense.

His hands still parted his lover's cheeks and he found himself captivated with the way they rippled as he gripped, pushed them together or apart, then released them. They always bounced into place, with a tantalising jiggle.

Prosper dove in and nipped a trail of tender bites along each cheek. The sound of Spencer's moans and wordless cries urged him on, as he explored the unblemished skin. Once completed, the soft flesh positively radiated with red teeth marks.

He spread Spencer's cheeks again and nuzzled that sensitive patch of skin at the base of his spine. His tongue sought out the mix of honey and Spencer, delving into his tight hole.

“Prosper,” his companion cried out and shook beneath him.

He broke away, both sides of his nature concerned for his lover. He found shaking hands pushing into the mattress and his lover trying to move.

Prosper rushed to lie beside him, caressing his hair with his hand. As soon as Spencer turned, he asked; “Are you well, little one?”

“I must…move,” he insisted, pushing on his hands. As his elbows held his weight, he sat on his heels. He panted and watched him with hungry eyes.

“It has been too much.” Prosper scolded himself, convinced nothing but letting out his nature had forced Spencer to retreat from him.

“No,” he said, with a smile. “It is wonderful. But also unpleasant.” He chuckled, reaching up to cup his cheek. Before he could speak, Spencer leaned in to kiss him. “I cannot explain the beauty of what you did, only to say that I would never have asked you to stop, if not for a reason. I did not want to lose myself so soon,” he promised, only to lean in and whisper. “And I did not have room.” He chuckled.

Prosper looked between them to Spencer's healthy erection and realised that their position had not been the best choice. His lover had lain flat, while Prosper explored, squeezing his poor humans length against the weight of his body and the mattress.

He reached out and caressed his fingertips over the inflamed head.

Spencer shivered and wound his arms around his neck.

“I also enjoyed our experiment,” Prosper swore, to keep his promise. Knowing his companion had nearly succumbed to his passions was rather delightful.

“As did I.” Spencer gently pushed his shoulders.

Prosper lay back willingly, curious about the look in his eyes.

Spencer leaned over him, to place a teasing kiss on his bare chest. His hot mouth trailed down his skin, with the occasional scrape of teeth and lavish brush from the tip of his tongue.

Breathless from the teasing kisses, Prosper surrendered to the feeling and enjoyed the freedom that allowed Spencer to take control over their passion.

Prosper groaned at the contact of a hard cock rubbing against his own hard shaft, as his companion kissed and licked his skin.

Tempted to flip him over and give them both the release they craved, Prosper only stopped when soft, wet lips closed around the tip of his cock. He groaned deeply, grasping at Spencer's hair, as he took him into his mouth. He sucked tormentingly on the tip, trailing his tongue over the length.

Prosper's grip on his hair tightened, in response.

The torment continued until Prosper had a hard time holding back. He did not want to go off on his first time and convince Spencer never to do it again. He had no idea how he would taste or if it would disgust him. He used his grip on his boy's hair to pull him back, however much he did not want to.

Their eyes met and he saw the wildness, the utter need Spencer had to reciprocate the intensity he had just experienced.

“You must stop…I…” Prosper explained breathlessly, groaning when Spencer dipped his head, determined to see it through.

He could not deny what he wanted; to come inside his mouth and have him commit to that shared experience, that he could move to his own rhythm and know he could take it.

Spencer brought him to orgasm and took every drop of his release into his mouth. While his brain short-circuited, his lover kept sucking him past the point of pleasure.

Prosper could not find a word to explain the overloaded sensations that came with the continued torment. Just before it became unbearable, Spencer stopped and sat up.

He panted, his eyes zeroing in on Spencer's lips, as he licked them. His cock twitched as it released his orgasm, only to stiffen again at the touch of his companion's hand.

Prosper groaned loudly and knew how wanton he sounded. He could not help it. Having Spencer touch him this way, bringing him to a stiffness that made his eyes glaze over, was erotic.

Spencer had driven him to breaking point.

Two long strokes gave him time to recover, but did not stop the desperation as he watched his companion move. He knelt, shakily, and repositioned until on his hands and knees. One glance over his shoulder told him all he needed to know.

Spencer's head lay low, relaxed and ready for anything; his shapely behind in the air, back arched, ready to accept him. His cock swayed, tantalisingly, as he held his position.

Prosper moved onto his knees behind him, caressing his hips and pert cheeks, enjoying the view. The nips and marks he had left were beginning to fade; they would not leave their mark for long.

When Spencer moaned, as he lavished attention on his buttock cheeks, Prosper pushed the first finger into his entrance.

They both moaned as he pushed in two fingers, the honey-like lubricant easing his way. He gave them a twist that made Spencer pant. With the slight move of his hips pushing onto his fingers, he removed them and inserted three.

“Please…Prosper,” Spencer begged him not to wait any longer.

He did not hesitate. He removed his fingers and pushed into his waiting entrance. His eyes closed on his next thrust, as his companion pushed against him.

Prosper wrapped his arms around Spencer's torso, holding his stomach, as he urged him to move. His lover straightened against him, accepting his solid weight as support. But his move did not prevent him from pushing against his continual thrusts, as Spencer reached back to wrap an arm around his neck.