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“I concede,” Emory rumbled, grinning against Jesse’s lips and letting his shirt drop to the floor. Jesse, despite his shaking hands, then made quick work of the rest of Emory’s clothing. He stepped back and stared.
The haemophile’s skin was a uniform, unbroken almond-color. His muscles moved beneath it like waves on a windswept sea. His arms were the bunched knots of tree branches, and his chest was broad and hairless, bulging above an abdomen ridged like a mountain range. His obliques were solid shelves, sliding tantalizingly to his groin, where thick hair framed his large cock, which was just starting to swell. His thighs were thick, dusted with hair and the muscles shifted delightfully as he stepped closer. He smiled so his canines glinted against his lips.
“So glad you approve.”
“You work out, right?” Jesse cursed himself and his ridiculous mouth. But his stupefied brain was struggling to make sense of a body he’d seen in Greek statutes but never on anyone real.
Emory chuckled low in his throat and lifted Jesse’s T-shirt over his head. “One benefit of the Blood,” he said huskily, as he stripped Jesse, slowly, grazing Jesse’s flesh with touches as light as snowflakes, “is a very efficient metabolism.”
“It’s definitely working for me,” Jesse said, grabbing him by the hips and yanking Emory against him, grinding their cocks together and thrusting his tongue hungrily into his mouth. Emory smiled against his lips and brushed his fingers down Jesse’s arms, slowing and deepening the kiss with long sweeps of his tongue. When Jesse began to struggle to breathe, Emory pushed him back and cold air rushed between them.
“Swim first.”
“Really?” Jesse whined.
“Really,” Emory said, steering him toward the pool. “The cortisol is streaming through your system. You need to relax.”
“Coming hard and fast would help with that,” Jesse grumbled, standing on the edge and stroking his aching cock.
Emory pushed his hand away from his groin with just a hint of his strength. “It’s always better if you wait,” he whispered against the back of Jesse’s neck. “You’ll see. Swim.”
“Fine,” he cursed, then jumped in. The water was cool and pleasant and doused some of the urgent fire under his skin. He came to the surface with a splutter, wiping water from his eyes and taking a deep breath, feeling his heart start to calm.
“Better?” Emory swam toward him. His large body barely rippled the surface.
“I guess.”
“Come. Swim with me.”
Jesse splashed to catch up as Emory sailed past him. They did a length of the pool, then another. Their breathing fell in time. Jesse’s body cooled. His pulse slowed.
“So you can really smell how I’m feeling, huh?” Jesse said as they turned to swim another length.
“Smell, taste, hear, feel.” Emory shrugged a shoulder as he swam. “It’s a combination of all those things, really.”
“You canhearhow humans are feeling?”
“You can, too,” Emory said, sliding him a glance. “From their tone of voice. And see it in the way they move or look at you.” He slowed as they reached the deep end and took hold of the edge. “We have all the same senses as you. They’re just stronger.”
Jesse trod water, swallowing saliva. The water had darkened Emory’s hair to black. Droplets like gems sparkled on his skin. He was so gorgeous that he took Jesse’s breath away.
“So, what are you sensing right now?”
“That you’re ready for another kiss,” Emory said, taking Jesse’s hand under the water and drawing him close. Jesse swallowed. He pinned Jesse against the poolside before claiming his mouth. Jesse moaned. Emory plundered his mouth, clutching the pool’s edge at either side of Jesse’s head and using his powerful legs to hold him against the side.
Jesse ran his hands up the hard, muscled back, feeling every last cell in his body light with a slow flame. He wrapped his legs around the powerful hips and gasped into the kiss as Emory tilted his hips forward and Jesse felt the large, swelling cock press against his arse.
“So, tell me, Jesse,” Emory whispered as he broke the kiss to mouth along Jesse’s jaw. “You like to be… There’s a word for it…” He paused to take Jesse’s earlobe between his teeth and crush Jesse harder into the wall. Jesse gasped. The water suddenly felt very warm. “Dominated, is that it?”
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Jesse managed.
“Well,” Emory breathed, thrusting against Jesse again, making him gasp. “That is something I can undoubtedly do. But I wonder…”
“Christ, wonderwhat?” Jesse said, tilting his head back as Emory nipped at his collarbone.
“Have you ever thought about doing the dominating?”
“Uh, yeah, I mean…” Jesse cut off, crushing his eyes shut as Emory thrust lazily against him again. “I’ve tried a few things, over the years, but I know what I like.”
