The tip of my cock slides in easily, but I stop there, listening for the pleading, inarticulate whimper. I push forward again, just a little, meet with some resistance. Okay, maybe he's not as ready as I thought. Should have prepped him more, used more lube.
"Just do it." Adam pushes back violently, making me grunt in shock.
"Oh. Oh God..." My head spins. Fucking hell. I'm inside Adam Locke for the first time in how long, and I've never felt such an unrelenting tightness around my cock. Like I was made to fuck him. Don't move. Don't move, Nathan. If you do, you'll come. Whatever you do, don't come. Not yet. Silently, I count to ten. Or some random number. I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
Movement from Adam brings me back into the present. He can't push back any farther, but he does something with his hips that makes my balls tighten. Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing all right, the taunting bastard. Balancing on one forearm, he reaches down between his legs, but I grab his shoulder, tightening my grip when he persists.
"Let go." He doesn't, so I pull at his arm until he has to, and somehow, despite a struggle--- playful, just to pretend he's putting up a fight---I cover both his hands with my own, pinning him to the bed. "You keep your hands off."
"A guy's gotta come sometime." He laughs, and I watch the curve of his mouth, the line of his jaw, barely resisting the urge to bite his damn neck.
"Not until I tell you to."
"You were never this masterful before."
"Because I was fucking scared of you back then." I pull back and slam into him again, nearly coming myself when I hear the grunt forced out from the back of his throat. "Not now."
"You're hurting me."
"You wanted me to."
"I know. I love it."
I wish I'd known; I wish we'd done this before, but I was too scared, too wary of being caught. Never able to let go. Never able to let him know what I truly wanted. "I'm not doing this to please you."
"Then---" another whimper as I push deeper inside "---why are you doing it?"
"Because I need to get laid, and you're here and willing. Aren't you?" I whisper into his neck.
He tries to wriggle away, control our movements somewhat, but it's my turn to balance on one hand now, using the other to grab his hair and pull his head back.
"Aren't you?"
Adam nods, movements restricted under the grip of my hand and the occasional sharp don't fuck with me thrust of my hips.
"Good." I let go of his hair, and he lets his head drop forward, small groans of desperation escaping his lips whenever I move inside him.
I just let my lips hover on the skin of his neck, not kissing, certainly not biting. Not yet. Not until I reach that feeling of inevitability all too soon.
Adam cries out, and for a moment, I wonder if he's come before me, or if I'm hurting him, but it's my fault---I got carried away and let my fangs penetrate his flesh. He doesn't resist; in fact, he tilts his head to make it easier for me.
Only a few drops of blood at first, but when I'm seconds away from coming, I suck harder and coat my tongue with the metallic taste of vampire's blood. It's something I haven't experienced while fucking in all too long. A muffled grunt strangles in my throat, and shaking, I come inside Adam while his blood fills my mouth. I can't swallow fast enough, and already, I'm thinking about how I'm going to fuck him next time round.
"I prefer you with your skin marked."
Adam's lying face down on the bed, sheets rumpled around him, completely naked, as I am.
After that first time, we finally managed to get rid of our clothes. There's no sweat coating either of us, of course, but there are bruises on either side of Adam's neck, a couple of spots of blood. Marks that will fade quickly and easily. I had snapped a couple of his fingers pulling his hand away from me earlier. He was flat on his back as I fucked him face to face, and he kept reaching up to touch me, but I had wanted him pinned to the bed. There was a struggle, something snapped, and Adam had screamed.
I had stopped, but he'd told me to carry on.
"Fucking hurts, but why stop?"
His fingers had mended within the hour. No lasting damage. It certainly hadn't stopped him from coming all over his abs while I fucked him, semen coating his pale skin with me not even pausing to let him recover.
"Huh?" He lifts his head off the pillow, looking at me with sleepy eyes. Who'd believe it, a vampire, actually tired? I wonder if I've fucked him so hard, he'll actually need to sleep.
"Your skin. It was perfect earlier, but I prefer it marked." I'd bruised his hips too, but those marks had faded within seconds. That's the trouble, and the great thing, about fucking a vampire. They can take whatever you dish out.
Broken fingers, bruised hips, bitten necks.
"You'll just have to do some serious damage when you're ready for round...five? Whatever. I've lost count." But he smiles.
"If you're sure you can take it."
"Please. When have you ever known me to concede a fight?"
"I thought we were fucking, not fighting."
"Same thing, isn't it?" Adam props himself up on one arm, shameless in his nakedness. Well, why wouldn't he be? We've seen each other from all angles today. "Just as well you've got plenty of energy. It'll be daylight soon---we'll have to think of something to occupy ourselves until nightfall."
"I'm sure I can think of something," I reply,
