Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad kissed him, hard, knocking the man back until he came up against the wall. His hands slid over Atul's arms until their fingers interlocked, and he pinned the man's strong hands against the wall. His kiss was deep and desperate, like he would starve to death if he broke away for even a second.

[Emora Deen]

Atul groaned against that kiss. Oh, how he'd missed this strength and forcefulness. He'd missed the feel of hard muscle rolling over his skin. He wanted his hands free from the vampire so he could tear the clothes from him. "I need you," he huffed, kissing him mercilessly. He wormed his hands free with great effort and grabbed the front of the vampire's shirt, ripping it open. He was even less forgiving to the buttons of the man's pants.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad moaned at the man's ferocity with clothes. Yes...he needed this. No need to hold back from his lover or risk frightening him. No wondering what he was and wasn't allowed. There was time for peaceful intimacy later. Much later, if he ravaged the king anywhere near as thoroughly as he currently intended. He pulled Atul's shirt open easily, pressing his bare chest against the king's and sighing in relieved ecstasy. Every contact of their bodies was like an anchor lifted from his shoulders. He'd carried the weight so long that he'd stopped remembering it was there.

Atul's pants didn't survive Vlad's impatience. Slender claws glided inside and sliced the fabric easily before ripping it away. Vlad invaded the king's mouth, running his tongue against his and sucking at it. His fingers squeezed around Atul's ass while he rubbed his exposed need against the man's abdomen. "Ah....yeah...." he purred eagerly.

[Emora Deen]

Atul growled, digging his fingers into Vlad's hips. He rolled his hips against the vampire hard. He dropped his mouth to the vampire's shoulder and bit him hard, remembering how much he liked that. He nipped hard at the vampire's skin, trailing lower and lower, over his chest and abdomen until he sunk to his knees in front of him. He waisted no time in tasting what he wanted, reaching around to cup his hands over the vampire's ass.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Yes," Vlad groaned. His knees went weak under Atul's skilled touch. He curled his fingers in the man's hair and moved his hips into the rhythm he set. After a few minutes, it was more than he could take. "Fuck me. I want you to take me," he growled, each moment growing sweeter as the man brought him dangerously close to release.

[Emora Deen]

Atul swirled his tongue over the vampire and then kissed his way up his chest before kissing him. "Oh, I'll take you," he huffed, shoving the vampire back towards the bed. "Stay." The King sauntered off to a small room and returned with a bottle of oil. He took his time coating himself with it and staring at the handsome man draped across his bed. He climbed between the vampire's legs. He teased him first, pressing in, but never fully entering. "Ready?"

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad stared up at him, aroused beyond comprehension and overwhelmed with relief that this man loved him, wanted him. There was a brief moment of stillness as they stared at each other. "I love you," he said, his eyes misting over.

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled softly. He leaned down over the vampire and pressed his lips to his. "And I you," he returned. "So much." Atul slipped inside of him as deep as he could go and rocked against him. He watched the vampire beneath him, taking his legs and pinning them back close to his chest.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad closed his eyes and groaned at the feel of Atul's body inside him. It had been some time; he'd forgotten how huge the demigod was. He wanted it. He wanted the pain and the passion. He squeezed Atul's shoulders, gripping for balance and to keep from floating away in ecstasy.

[Emora Deen]

"Careful, my guards will hear," the King chuckled. Atul let him get used to the feeling before he began to take him harder. He'd missed the sounds the vampire made and the way he looked when he hit those special spots. The King closed his eyes and concentrated on earning more of those groans.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breath grew hard and thick, each thrust tearing low groans from his throat. He knew walls were thin on the ship, but it was a struggle to hold back at all. He wanted to claim the man giving him this pleasure. He moaned the king's name again and again, holding tight to any part of the man he could reach.

[Emora Deen]

Atul growled at his name on the vampire's lips. He'd dreamed of this for so many months. He lost himself to the sensation, driving harder and faster into him. "Take me," he huffed. "All of me. Ah! Yes..."

[Soran Nightblade]

"All of you," Vlad demanded in response. "Ah! Ah, fuck!" He leaned up, tightening himself around Atul's thrusts, and sucked at Atul's neck, the soft heat of his flesh calling to him.

He didn't need to ask permission with this lover. His king. "You, too," he breathed in a sultry moan against his neck. "Take all of me." He slid his teeth into Atul's skin, pouring his pleasure through the link for his lover to feel.

[Emora Deen]

Atul lost himself, crying out as pleasure consumed him. "Vlad!" he roared, rocking harder into him. "I can't... not with you like this. I can't last." It felt too good. Too tight. Too wonderful. "Fuck!"

[Soran Nightblade]

Atul's warning sent the vampire over the edge. He wanted to feel the hot burst of him inside. And as soon as the vivid image filled his mind, he was lost in the whirlpool of his own climax. *Come for me...Now...ah!* he cried out into his lover's mind. He jerked against Atul's body as the climax crashed through him.