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“Never took you for a fucking vampire,” said Clint, his hands trembling as he searched for the utensils beneath the bubbles. Something sharp pricked his finger but he barely felt it.
“What can I say? I like to bite,” said Scotland, a grin in his voice. “It makes me feel primal, like a beast that’s getting ready to fuck you dry.”
Clint’s mouth was parched, a steak knife zipping against his finger as he met it under the murky water. He pulled his hand back with a gasp that turned into a moan as Scotland tugged his pants the rest of the way down and went to his knees. Blood dripped down his finger, immediately mixing with the water on his hand and turning pink.
“Lean forward,” said Scotland, leaving no room for argument. That voice. It was the voice of his dreams and nightmares.
Clint swallowed harshly, bracing his slippery hands on the back of the sink as he leaned forward. He spread his legs as his pants were removed the rest of the way, tilting his ass out as his cheeks were spread.
He’d forgotten how good it was to have someone’s mouth on him. The touch of a tongue against his rim and strong hands digging into the globes of his ass were like paradise. His body couldn’t seem to remember what to do as he went to his tiptoes, shuddering and whimpering as suds dripped from his hands. It was stranger that he remembered…and loud.
“How long has it been?” asked Scotland, sounding so calm as he stroked Clint with one finger, teasing his rim and dipping only the tip inside.
Years. “A while.” Clint let his head fall onto his forearms, warm water brushing his cheeks as the smell of dish detergent overwhelmed him. He’d scened with Cutler, but sex had been strictly off limits for that, along with any and all forms of penetration.
“Those dishes aren’t going to wash themselves,” said Scotland as he slid one finger past the tight ring of Clint’s entrance. Fuck. He was full already, clenching down as his body protested.
“Jesus.” Clint whimpered as he forced himself upright, nearly losing his balance as he plunged his hands back into the sink. “You are such an asshole.” The water was getting cooler, or maybe it was him getting hotter as Scotland slid a second finger deep. It stung, stealing his breath as he tried to accept the intrusion.
“There’s only one asshole I see right now, and it’s not mine,” said Scotland as he withdrew his fingers all at once.
Clint rocked back, chasing the feeling as emptiness washed over him. Truthfully, he’d never thought that he would be fucked again in this lifetime. Ross had been his one and only love. Nothing and no one had ever managed to be a blip on his radar compared to that.
“Hilarious.” Clint hissed as he found the knife with his finger. Before he could get sliced again, he grasped the handle, tugging it out of the suds and tossing it into the drain tray. Everything would probably have to be washed a second time with how crappy of a job he was doing.
But he couldn’t focus as Scotland stood, bringing his naked cock against Clint’s ass and slipping the shaft between his cheeks.
“Condom.” Clint turned his head as Scotland rutted a little deeper, the head of his cock pushing against his entrance.
“Who says I’m going to fuck you?” asked Scotland, quirking one brow. “You’re a needy boy, but you can’t even wash the dishes properly.”
His knees went weak as Clint let out a keen, closing his eyes as the words rolled over him. He was needy, and he wanted it now. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He could barely breathe with how much he craved it.
“I’m trying, but you keep pushing me around.” Even as Clint said it, Scotland nudged his hips forward, so Clint’s hard cock was pinched between himself and the sodden countertop.
“You aren’t trying hard enough.”
Well, fuck this. There was no way he was going back to his cabin tonight without getting fucked, condom be damned. He’d never admit it, but he trusted the blue-haired bastard to keep him safe.
Shoving himself back with all his might, he whirled as Scotland stumbled, grabbing Scotland by the shirt to keep him from falling. The bite marks stung as he prowled ahead, pushing Scotland back until his ass caught the lip of the table.
One moment they were standing, and the next Scotland’s leg caught on the table leg, sending them both to the floor. Clint landed on top, his breath squishing out of his lungs as his full weight landed on Scotland.
But he didn’t need to breathe when that perfect cock was pressing against his ass, only an inch away from his hole. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the shaft, tilting his hips as he aimed it at his hole.
“Clint, wait—”
The head of Scotland’s cock popped through his entrance with a zing of pain that went straight through him. His chest went tight, warmth flooding his core as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. He gasped as he sank down, taking him deep, despite the dry drag and overwhelming ache.
“Fucking brat.” Scotland cursed, grabbing his hips hard enough to bruise. He didn’t stop him, only squeezed hard as Clint pushed himself inevitably closer.
“What can I say?” Clint panted, his mouth hanging wide as the ache washed over him like sweet candy. “I’m greedy.” He shrugged, despite the zing that traveled up his spine from even the slightest movement. His cock was throbbing, the scarred skin at his hip tingling. There was only one thing that could make it better.
He rocked back, cutting off his thoughts as Scotland sank a tad deeper, splitting him apart in a way that he used to crave. Bracing his hands on Scotland’s chest, he eased forward, letting him slip almost all the way out before he drove back again in one sharp thrust.
“Fuck. At least let me get some lube,” said Scotland, forcibly trying to cut off Clint’s movements. His grip was sturdy, but Clint was stronger in this position.
All Clint had to do was jerk his hips, grinding down onto the blissful pain. I missed this. Fuck, I missed this so much.
