It took effort but Hudson rolled over as Bastian walked to the door. He hadn’t noticed the tattoos on Bastian’s back before. These tattoos had color, unlike the ink that covered Bastian’s chest and arms. It looked like it would be Hudson’s turn to play next. He looked forward to tracing those designs. With his tongue of course.
Chapter Nine
Hudson
With his head on Bastian’s thigh, Hudson opened his mouth to accept another grape. Bastian teased Hudson’s lips with the plump fruit before slipping the bite onto his tongue. Hudson groaned as his cock made a valiant attempt at filling.
After the second round of sex, where Bastian had taken Hudson while on his back with his legs up in the air, they’d both been spent and hungry. He ached in all the best places and being spoiled with his boyfriend hand-feeding him, Hudson was warm, happy, and might never move again.
As Hudson had cleaned up in the bathroom, Bastian had fetched a plate with meats, cheeses, crackers, and fruit that Drake had prepared for them. One thing Hudson could say about having the family was the food was delicious and seemed plentiful. And the stories that Bastian shared about the family were even better. Not that Bastian did all the talking. He asked questions too. Bastian wanted to know all about Hudson and Carter, EJ, his work. They had to have been talking for hours now.
Hudson had no idea what time it was, but it felt late.
Bastian traced Hudson’s lips again before offering him the last piece of cheese.
He groaned as he accepted the bite. He was full and getting sleepier.
“What do you think about paranormal stories?” Bastian asked quietly.
“Paranormal?” Hudson asked, wondering about this change in topic.
“Like shifters and vampires and dragons,” Bastian said.
Hudson chuckled. “Carter loves fantasy books but honestly, I’m not much of a reader.”
“I mean, do you think they could be real?” Bastian set the empty tray on the bedside table.
“That would be nice, don’t you think?” He cuddled back into Bastian’s leg as his boyfriend settled back against the pillows. “Magic and all that. Or being able to ride a dragon.” It was silly to think about.
“Way back in the early days of humans, many believed in magic and all that, as you put it,” Bastian pointed out.
“They also tried to sacrifice witches just because they were different,” Hudson replied. “I don’t think we can go off of their beliefs.”
“That’s true.” Bastian ran his fingers through Hudson’s hair. “Have you ever seen anything that made you wonder though?”
Hudson yawned as he shook his head. “How would that even work? Wouldn’t they want to hide magic? In today’s world there’re too many cameras. Surely someone would have caught a werewolf in mid shift if that ever happened.”
Bastian hummed. “But would you be scared?”
“I don’t know.” He gave a halfhearted shrug. “Maybe? I don’t want to be eaten by a werewolf or scratched and turned into one.”
“I’d protect you from the big bad wolf,” Bastian teased as he pulled gently on Hudson’s hair.
“Thank you. I’d protect you too.” He wanted to make sure that Bastian knew that.
“I appreciate that, baby.”
“Why are you asking me about creatures?” Hudson wondered. “Do you have something to tell me? Or you going to howl at the moon or something?”
Bastian opened his mouth but before he could answer, there was loud banging on the front door.
They both jumped.
“Who’s that?” Hudson asked sitting up. “It’s pretty late.”
Bastian was stiff. “It’s Levi. He wouldn’t come over unless there was an emergency.”
Hudson scrambled out of bed while Bastian rose.
