There was a plastic creak of from the lube cap and then a strong, slick finger was pressed against his hole. Fox groaned and pushed back on the digit. There was a low chuckle from Winter, but Fox didn’t care. He moved on his finger, slowly fucking himself. A whimper left his throat when Winter drew his hand away, but it returned with more lube and a second finger.
The burn and stretch were sharper this time, but Fox loved it. His legs trembled, and he rested both of his forearms and his head on the wall to hold himself upright.
“I’d be happy just doing this. Wrap my hand around your dick and my fingers in your ass,” Winter said in a low voice directly in his ear. His hot breath brushing along the shell of his ear. The tip of his tongue slid along his earlobe for just a second. “I could watch you fuck yourself on my hands. Feel you shatter in my hands.”
“Winter!” Fox moaned. The vampire was right. He hadn’t touched Fox’s dick yet, but just being enveloped in the man’s grip, moving just like this, he could get off. But he didn’t want to. Not like this. He wanted to feel the fullness of Winter’s dick inside of him.
“But I can’t wait,” Winter snarled. His fingers disappeared and Fox shuddered to hear what he thought was a condom wrapper and then the lube bottle being opened again.
Winter returned, and it was the strangest combination of cool air and hot skin. The coolness came from him being a vampire, but his skin was so damn hot as it touched his own. It was all forgotten though, when the head of Winter’s dick brushed across Fox’s hole. Fox pushed back, crying out when it breached his body at last. Strong fingers dug into his hips. Winter remained in control, slowly moving inside of him one fantastic inch at a time. Fox closed his eyes and pressed his head to the wall, willing his legs to hold him up while Winter so perfectly filled him. The stretch was exquisite. It had been so long since he’d last had this.
When the vampire was deep inside of him, Winter wrapped his arms around Fox’s waist and chest, holding them so tight together that nothing could get between them. Turning his face into the crook of his neck, Winter kissed along his throat and up to his jaw. The gesture was so fucking tender, Fox trembled in Winter’s arms. No one had ever held him like this, taken such care with him.
“Are you okay?” Winter whispered in his ear. There was no missing the strain in his voice; it was as if he were fighting all the demands of his body. But there was no doubt in Fox’s mind that if he wanted to stop, Winter would immediately release him and do whatever he asked. How could he possibly feel so safe with a vampire?
“Amazing,” Fox choked out against his own burning needs.
Winter carefully shifted. His arms tightened, and he just barely pulled out to thrust forward again. “You feel so perfect. I could stay inside of you forever.”
“Please, Winter. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” Fox begged. His dick was throbbing in time with his racing heart. He started to lower one hand to wrap around it, but Winter beat him to it. The fingers were slick with lube and even captured up some of his pre-cum. Winter stroked him, sending fiery sparks of pleasure throughout Fox. He’d also loosened his hold just enough that Fox could thrust into his hand and then back onto his cock, fucking himself just as Winter had described.
A long, low moan poured from Winter’s throat, and it was like the world had been set on fire. There were no more gentle touches and sweet kisses. It was all fire and explosions. Winter moved with him, filling the quiet room with the sweaty slap of skin and grunts of pleasure. The tension in Fox’s body had been pulled painfully tight. He was so fucking close. He didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not when he’d just found all this perfection, but there was no stopping it. His orgasm was a runaway train barreling toward the station. There wasn’t time to get out of the way. He could only let it slam into him and pray he survived.
Fox drew a breath to warn Winter, but it left his lips in a shout of pure pleasure as his orgasm exploded through every nerve and cell. The world was blotted out, and the air was knocked from his lungs. There was nothing but sharp pleasure and the sound of Winter’s moans of pleasure as he followed Fox over that wonderful cliff.
When the world started to come back into focus, he was first aware of Winter wrapped around him, his breathing in desperate pants. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Fox’s own cum had been smeared across his chest. Everything shook and trembled. He didn’t know how he was still standing other than pure willpower.