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It contains
substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be
considered offensive by some readers.
These are parts of
stories that are still being written, its coming right off the paper no
re-read. No editing. No checking.
Okay, so this is a long one.
This sex scene is actually from a short story attached to a series I
haven’t even finished book one of (there book of) but I needed a sex scene and
this was the one that came to mind.
It’s a little longer than I’d have liked, but it’s Christmas so it’s okay
to run over a little
I’m hoping to finish—to start—this series next year, but I’m not sure when
that’s going to happen
Spilt Blood
(Assassin’s Union #2.5)
“Trust you to go into heat on the battlefield,”
Quintus laughed as he roughly pulled Tike back. Making him slide down the
larger man’s front. It was slow, and as Tike got to a point he wrapped his
legs’ around that trim waist and held on tight. He wanted more. So much fucking
more, but he’d been fighting, and that, let’s say human, part of him needed the reassurance that the man in his arms
was alive and well. It was almost a need as painful as his cock.
Lips and tongue, and teeth scrapped and
fought and loved and just mated in a relieved sigh of the aftermath of battle.
It wasn’t that the adrenaline was gone. That still ran hard along Tike’s spine
as he rutted against Quin as they kissed in a way that was passionate, and
loving at the same time.
Tike felt alive, reassured, and relieved
all at the same time. They had both survived the battle—not that he’d thought
they wouldn’t—they were here now, at the end. With nothing else to do but fuck
and eat and fuck some more.
“Fuck, I love you,” Quintus whispered, their
lips brushed each other’s as he spoke. Quin was like this. Always spelling out
his emotions to Tike, like he thought he couldn’t feel it. But it did reassure
him in ways he’d not realised he needed before meeting the man.
Then again, before meeting Quin, he’d never
wanted to have sex with another living soul as a chose—it wasn’t always his
back then.
Swallowing hard as he pushed away his past,
another thing he’d not had to do until Quin was around. He just didn’t think
about that sort of stuff in his dark past. And he wasn’t willing to have that
back if it meant never having Quin like this.
Dropping his legs to the ground, after
Quin’s prompting, he looked up at the larger man as he gripped the top of his
top, behind his neck and pulled his shirt off. Stretching those muscles as he
worked it off.
“Strip, little man,” Quin smiled down at
him as he threw his shirt over to the base of a tree. Tike understood they were
somewhere—somewhere near water, if Tike’s noise was telling him right, but all
his eyes could see. All he wanted to see was the man in front of him, as he
unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down his thighs.
The slight of pubes snapped at Tike. He
wanted to feel that up close. He wanted to finger the curly strands. Grip that
thick cock. And more than anything he wanted it up his arse.
Even though Quin had been adamant that he’d
always be fuck by Tike, since Quintus knew what his past entailed. He wanted Tike
to feel pleasure all the time. He wanted Tike to feel special and wanted. And Tike
had. He’d loved fucking Quin, but more than anything he loved the feeling of
Quin fucking him—though the man called it making Love, Tike didn’t really
understand it, but he let it go. He liked the look in the other man’s eyes when
he spoke softly, asking for permission to make love to him.
Naked before his feet could hit the ground,
it’s a saying, it works, Tike stood, his legs balancing his body, his cock
jetting up towards Quins.
Quintus stood the same as him, like mirror
images of each other. Both taking their fill of the other. All that tight
muscle, smooth skin. thick cock.
Quintus’ cock was another one of those
things that Tike loves. So thick, it couldn’t leviTike completely on its own,
no matter how much blood pumped into it. It hung slightly pointing down at Tike’s
own cock. In this position, when they stood facing each other, it was almost
like there cocks were the hands stretching out to each other. Wanting to touch,
even with all that distance. It was probably a reason that they both stood
there taking there fill as they vibrated with the need to mate. Mate hard, and
fast, getting the itch away before they could start all over again.
However, Tike wasn’t sure this heavy need
for more more more would let up.
“Fuck your beautiful,” Quin said as he
stepped forward. His fingers brushed under Tike’s chin, lifting it up so he
could lay a sweet kiss against Tike’s lips. Soft, loving. A sweet jester of
love before the mess of fucking—making love, came into play.
Falling down onto his knees, Quintus bent
down more and engulfed Tike’s cock with an eager swallow. The instant pleasure
onto of the itch need to get laid, added an unbelievable vibe on there already
after battle horniness.
It had been like this since they’d started.
That added sex with the blood and adrenalin of winning what you set out to win.
Quin sucked hard causing Tike’s toes to
curl in, his clawed nails dug deep into the dirt under then. Quin’s fingers
curled around into Tike’s arse. His massaging the flesh as he went in deep.
Swallowing around the head of his cock. Tike knees trembled. Quin’s fingers
moved slightly, running the callused pads of his fingers along the soft
sensitive skin between his cheeks.
Pulling him closer, Quin held him up as he
pulled him closer. It was a move that happened ever time Quintus sucked his
cock. the bigger man wanted him closer, and he had the muscle and the added
strength to be able to man handle Tike in any way. even the one that had him
off his feet, them resting lightly—as to not freak Tike out—on Quin’s calves as
the vampire sat back on his knees and ate his cock like it was lunch.
The thing that amazed Tike the most, when
he’d gotten to that point of complete trust, was how much Tike liked that Quin could do this to him. He also knew that
Quin knew this, but the vampire was big enough man not to smirk like him, or
taint him with the fact. A fact that Tike was never going to admit too.
Toes nails, craped at skin as they shifted
around from the pleasure, and him trying hard not to stab the man was he gave
it.
Suction was perfect, as was the rhythm that
he was setting, almost seeming to be pulling Tike away and closer, rather than
him moving his own head.
One finger and then two fingers played at
his hole, pushing in and releasing. It wasn’t breaching the muscles, but it was
pulsing pleasure up the channel as he moved them, as well as loosening up the
muscles in the process. Tike wasn’t completely sure why it worked that way. And
it seemed Quin was the only one that could do it. Maybe, the amount of people
who’d used his body allowed that easy relaxation, so he wouldn’t get damaged
too much by such rough use. Added with the fact that he wanted the other man in
him so much he was screaming for it.
Though screaming was probably, yes! for the fact that he was getting
the best blowjob of his life.
“Enough,” Tike gript Quin’s hair, holding
him still, even as the man suckled on his cock. Pushing it up against the rough
of his mouth. “Enough, babe, please…”
“huh,” Quinton pulled Tike off his
mouth—that’s what it honestly felt like—setting his feet back on the dirt as he
lifting himself up on his knees, as he looked up at him with a smile that
seemed to split his cheek, and eyes that shone.
“What?” he muttered, his cheeks heating up
a little, but he was sure that was just from the need to come. Not anything
else, because he had no idea why Quin was looking at him like that. No fucking
idea at all.
Quin laughed, it was joyous in a way that
tightened Tike’s chest. The use of one word shouldn’t give someone this much
pleasure. Tike knew, that it was his fault that he wasn’t more open about the
lovey stuff, but it wasn’t like Quin seemed to mind, he just like when he did
it a hell. He once said it was a gift he treasure more than life itself, and
the fact that they only came out when Tike was in high pleasure spoke to Quin
like nothing else.
Tike shook his head, “Fuck me,” he nearly
whined, “please, Quin, fuck me hard.”
With a laugh of joy, just added to the mix,
Tike liked this side of Quin the best, the one that wasn’t a vampire. That
hadn’t lived through more than anyone should. He made Tike’s past wash away,
and let them be nothing more than two fleshy bits of muscle and blood, to
connect in a way that he’d never been able to before.
Wrapping Tike in his strong arms, Quin
picked Tike up and walked him into water. A slight chill his overly heated
skin, giving him a jolt of pleasure as it lapped at his toes, ankles, knees,
tights, the underside of his balls, and arsehole.
Tike’s head fell back as he moaned over the
sensations. The added anticipation worked him up more, letting his mind feel
the water as something more than what it was. Like fingers walked a delicious
foreplay over his skin.
Lips latched onto the his Adams apple,
suckling on it slightly before moving around to lick and clean his thick vain. Fingers
probed his hole, loosening up the muscles before the tip of Quin’s fang’s broke
skin and endorphins flooded Tate’s system.
The way of a vampire, Tate thought, as his
head rolled back, his arms loosened there hold, as all the muscles in his body
completely relaxed.
This was how they did it. There fangs
holding a toxin that made the victim completely willing and relaxed as they
took what they needed.
At this moment all Quin needed was for
Tate’s arsehole muscle relaxed and willing for him to slide up into him. That’s
why it was only a nick, and more so, it was only because Tate was willing for
the toxin to work that he’s body even reacted in the first place.
Once Tate could move his body on its own,
Quin had already started thrusting in and out, coating his channel with
precome, and water.
“Oh, Gods…” Quin moaned out as Tate’s
muscles worked around his shaft, it was one of those things that just happened.
Like they needed to make sure they still had complete freedom. It was also one
of those things that Quin loved most. He’d sometime bite Tate a little before
fucking him, or in the middle, just so he could feel that roll of muscle as he
gained control.
Smiling, Tate shifted himself on Quin. This
was one of Tate’s favourite positions—standing up. Since Tate was so little,
Quin was able to hold him up completely free of walls.
Hands braced on Quin’s shoulders, Tate got
himself moving. It was hard and fast and Tate ended up getting backed into the
smooth rock, so that Quin could get a better angle. But they quickly found
there rhythm.
Deep, moan filled thrust moved the water
around them. Making it crass and brake as they forgot about everything else but
the beauty—the fucking, the pleasure of having this type of connection with
another person.
It was more than simple sex. More than two
body rocking with each other, in a mutual need to get off. This was deeper. It
was loving in a way that made Tate crave more, faster, deeper. He wanted Quin
inside him so deep that there was any way Tate could get him out. He wanted the
connection of flesh and blood and semen, and hearts and heat and emotion that
turned simple into perfection.
He wanted it to last forever, and though
Quintus had told him again and again that this was forever—that they were forever, Tate couldn’t quite
believe him. He wanted it. He craved it with ever fibre but he couldn’t see it
happening.
“Fuck, babe,” Quintus moaned as Tate’s body
flushed with heat hotter than he’s ever felt it before. Like fire lapping at
their ankles, it consumed him. Made him itch with a craving for more, for
faster.
His legs braced on Quin’s Tate pushed his
upper back into the wall and started to slam himself down on Quin’s cock. The
thick meat, swelled inside him as Tate pushed them harder and faster, trying to
reach the end of the tunnel, where he’d get a relief from the flooding of
endorphins that were building up inside him just wanted to spill over, if only
he would give them the chance.
Quin’s hands tightened on Tate’s skin. The
wall vanished behind him, and before Tate could process what was happening,
Quin had pulled out, flipped him over a smooth, wet stone, and thrust back into
him.
The angle was exquisite, Tate felt as if
Quin was hitting the back of his throat with each powerful thrust. He felt
fuller than he’d ever felt before, it would have triggered flashbacks if it
weren’t for the aching need to be filled—something that he’d never felt before.
“Need…” he growled, sounding more like his
cat than human in that moment, he’s chest stung in amazing bites as his
hardened nipples caught on the rock beneath him. His cock and balls were
squished up under him, caught between, ha, a rock and a hard place. It felt as
if he’s whole body was being pushed, pulled around him, as pleasure danced
across his skin.
He felt everything, everywhere. He only
felt the in and out movements of hard, wet cock, slighting into soft inviting
flesh.
Oh, Gods above… his body started to tighten
up. Only a little… just a little…
Quin’s upper body came down on Tate’s, one
arm flat against the rock next to Tate’s face; he licked at Quin’s thumb. His
other hand still death gripping his hip, but the change in angle… another
rocking slam and Quin’s cock dead ran straight into his gland, and everything
was over.
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