Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Kyle can’t contain himself a second longer. He gently drags his teeth along Elias’s firm, throbbing cock once more, as if to savor the thought before the taste. Elias’s fingers clutch Kyle’s hair once again, gripping him, guiding him, begging him.
Elias’s dick pulses against Kyle’s lips, ready.
Kyle bares his teeth, settles on a spot, then bites.
“You got it, Kyle,” cries out Elias from above. “Don’t stop.”
Encouraged, Kyle keeps on. He drags his tongue right over the bite at once, lapping up every bit of red it can find, coating his lips like a dessert. He alternates from sucking Elias’s dick, to stroking it with his hand, to finding a new place to take a nip. Over and over, he savors Elias, giving him exactly the test of strength he was begging for.
Elias not only endures the might of Kyle’s teeth.
He seems to crave even more.
It’s then that Kyle is overwhelmed by another sensation, a stronger sensation, even stronger than the blood. He feels at once an overjoyed, sparkling energy that seems to float at the very top of his head, gleeful and exultant, then showers down his body like raindrops made of light and electricity.
It’s Elias’s pleasure. Kyle has somehow connected to him again, feeling every trace of his emotional state.
He doesn’t know how. He doesn’t care. All he knows is that Elias is delirious from the stimulation, both happy to serve and happy to be served in this sexual dance between them, a trade of blood and carnal desires. There isn’t an ounce of Elias that isn’t overjoyed.
This is Elias’s life now, that’s what he’s amazed by. His connection with Kyle. To be so lucky as to find him, a person like Kyle Amos, someone to be absolutely free and open with, to sexually express with, to be there for.
A purpose.
“I’ve never felt so fucking good,” groans Elias. “What you are doing right now, goddamn, I love how much you need it, as badly as I need this.”
He’s a glutton for the pleasure in the pain, as much as Kyle is a glutton for the drug of Elias’s blood.
It’s unclear what is love, what is sustenance, what is desire.
Does it matter?
“You’re gonna make me come in your mouth, Kyle, if you aren’t careful.” Elias’s words are out of breath, nearly gasped. “I am so close. Just one more little nip …”
“Do it.” Kyle speaks around Elias’s dick, as he slides up and down the length, nonstop.
The closer Elias is, the closer Kyle feels, their minds locked upon one another’s. Which are Elias’s emotions? Which are Kyle’s? He can’t tell. As desire surges through Elias’s system, Kyle feels himself overwhelmed, quickly drawing to the brink of orgasm faster than he can help it. He thrusts down his pants and grabs hold of himself, stroking rapidly.
It’s overwhelming. Nearly suffocating. The double amount of arousal in his system. His racing heart, threatening to burst. Both Elias’s and his own desire, swelling within, twofold.
Tears begin to fall from Kyle’s eyes.
What’s happening to him?
Elias’s fingers squeeze Kyle’s hair as he tenses up, as if to delay the inevitable just one more second, before at last giving in, unable to hold it anymore. He lets out a roar that could rock the house off its foundation as he empties inside Kyle’s mouth.
Kyle feels the crackling burst of Elias’s orgasm, connected to him through every electric second of it.
Unexpectedly, it triggers his own.
While he empties all over the floor, Kyle swallows up each and every powerful emission from Elias’s dick as he releases them one after another, over and over, abundant joy and relief.
Kyle pulls back, the taste of sex and blood and everything in his mouth. His eyes drunk with delight, tears stuck to his cheeks, he gazes up the mountain of Elias to find a similarly satisfied expression.
The men watch one another, catching their breaths.
Elias, beads of sweat on his face, drawing shiny lines down his chest and stomach, a glow on his muscles. Kyle, whose face is likely a mess of sweat, blood, and happiness, gazing up at Elias with a drunken, half-lidded gaze.
“Shall we shower together?” offers Elias.
Kyle licks his lips of blood and come and everything Elias. He rises to his feet, hands on Elias’s body. His eyes fall to the places he bit. The earlobe. The nipple. A couple of stops along the road to his navel and his dick.
What surprises him most is the lack of blood still dripping.
The places he bit have stopped.
“Do you heal fast?” asks Kyle, curious. “Or did I do that?”
Elias glances down at his own body, curious. Then he peers at Kyle and shrugs. “Does it matter?”
A grin spills across Kyle’s face. How could he have possibly considered telling Elias they needed to stop? How can he ever have such a terrible, self-denying thought again? He takes Elias by the lips right then, and the men embrace as they kiss in the heat, sweat, and blood between them.