“Did you hold back?”
“Hmm?” Jesse asked, tilting his head to the side as the question sunk in. “Oh. Maybe a little.” He gestured how much with his finger and thumb. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Ian pushed him onto his back and leant over him, hands pinning Jesse’s shoulders to the bed. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“No. I don’t.” Jesse grinned up at him. “And neither do you.” Lightning quick, he fisted a hand in Ian’s hair and tugged him into a kiss. His tongue swept along Ian’s bottom lip, a low groan escaping him. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you woke up.”
Ian drew back, needing to see his face. “Then why the fuck have you waited this long?”
“I was giving you time to adjust, time to see if this is what you want—”
“I don’t need time to know what I want.”Time we might have precious little of depending how things go tonight.He rolled his hips, showing Jesse how much he wanted this. “We can talk about it all later if you really feel the need, but trust me when I tell you that this is what I want. You. Me. Us.” He ducked his head, human teeth grazing the skin at the base of Jesse’s throat. “Preferably naked.”
Jesse laughed, which was what Ian had been aiming for. He wanted to lose himself in this for a while, forget about the outside world and the possible horrors that awaited them. The past twenty-four hours felt like they’d lasted a lifetime, and he desperately needed an outlet for all the tension inside him.
And so did Jesse.
“Come on then.” Jesse flipped them so fast, Ian needed a moment to re-orient himself.
“How do you do that?”
“Practice.”
Ian raised an eyebrow, and Jesse quickly added, “At moving fast, nothing else.”
Mollified, Ian drew him in for a kiss, slow and languid, totally at odds with the way his hands itched to tear Jesse’s clothes off and move this along.
“I thought you wanted to get naked,” Jesse murmured, ducking his head to nip at Ian’s collarbone.
“I do.” Ian hissed, the sharp sting of non-human teeth setting his blood alight. With great effort he pushed Jesse away a little. “It’s you that’s stalling.”
“Am I?” Jesse smiled down at him and reached for the waistband on his joggers. He teased a finger along Ian’s bare stomach, getting lower and lower, and Ian gave in to the urge to lift his hips, chasing the touch.
“Yes, you fucking are.”
With a low chuckle, Jesse eased them down to Ian’s thighs, taking his underwear too, and his hands trailed over each exposed inch of skin. Fingertips skirted the base of Ian’s cock, and Ian groaned in frustration. “Tease.”
“I can’t help it.” Jesse scooted back a little, giving himself room to take them all the way off. “I didn’t think I’d get to do this again.”
Neither did I.
“Especially with you being a lot less breakable.” He grabbed Ian’s hips and tugged him sharply down the bed as though to emphasise the point. Ian’s dick slapped against his stomach, and Jesse wrapped a hand around it, grip firm. “I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”
Ian huffed out a tight laugh. “Well you might have to worry aboutmehurtingyouif you don’t get naked in the next thirty seconds.”
Jesse’s laughter filled the room, and if Ian closed his eyes, he could almost believe they were back in his flat and none of this had happened, none of it was real.
But it had happened, all of it was real, and Ian kept his eyes open, not wanting to miss a thing as Jesse climbed off the bed and started to strip.
Ian tore off his own T-shirt and settled back on the pillows to watch, one hand lazily stroking his cock.
He’d appreciated Jesse’s body before, but now it was like seeing it with new eyes. His smooth skin seemed to glow in the dim lights of the bedroom, muscles taut and with a definition sharper than Ian remembered. He licked his lips, surprised to feel fangs there now. “I want to bite you.” As soon as he said the words, he realised how much he wanted that. Wanted to sink his teeth into Jesse’s skin and leave his mark for however long it would last.
Crawling up the bed, filthy grin in place, Jesse climbed over him until he straddled his thighs. Running his hands over Ian’s chest, he paused to tweak each nipple in turn, eyes darkening at Ian’s soft gasps. “You can do whatever you like to me.”
“Yeah?” Ian’s mind swam with possibilities.
“Yeah.” Jesse leaned in for a kiss, careful around the tips of Ian’s fangs, but they still drew blood.
