Kevin’s obvious arousal brushed against his own erection through the silk of Lorcan’s robe. His hand slid around to caress Kevin’s ass before pulling him hard against the length of his body. Their lips locked in hungry bliss. A gentle thrust of Kevin’s hips made Lorcan gasp.

“Oh yes…” Lorcan hadn’t had this in so long. Making love to someone instead of using them, lingering kisses instead of a means to a meal. His desire for Kevin’s mouth around his cock faded as the need to touch, to taste, to explore, the younger man overwhelmed him.

Lorcan’s fingers trailed across the sweet ass, feathered strokes lingering at the cleft of his cheeks. The younger man’s muscles tightened as Lorcan’s fingers slid along the tempting valley toward his puckered hole.

Kevin pressed hard into Lorcan, as if to avoid the searching fingers. A muffled moan of protest escaped the younger man’s throat, his lips stilling as Lorcan’s fingers found what they were seeking.

Lorcan teased with gentle strokes but didn’t try to penetrate. The memory of the young man’s fear in the alley stayed in the back of his mind. Long moments passed before the rigid body relaxed and the soft lips returned to life, matching the fervor of his own.

Trailing his fingers over Kevin’s tight ass and hip, Lorcan moved his hand between them. The younger man’s body arched as Lorcan grasped his cock. Hard and hot and everything Lorcan thought it would be, everything he wanted it to be. He stroked the searing flesh with long, steady movements as Kevin moaned into his kisses. Lorcan’s thumb slid over the tip, gathering the moisture pooling there, smearing it around the velvet crown.

Kevin’s body trembled and when Lorcan pushed him onto his back, Kevin didn’t hesitate. His face was a picture of wonder and desire. The full lips were swollen from kisses and the deep blue eyes glazed with a passion mirroring Lorcan’s own. The hint of trust there thrilled Lorcan almost as much as his desire.

Lorcan couldn’t stop his smile as he kissed his way down Kevin’s throat. The scent of the sweet crimson nectar pulsing through the vein teased him as his lips nibbled at the tender skin. As the younger man arched against his mouth, a rush of thirst threatened to consume him. His fangs itched to slide free of their sheaths, to sink into the pale flesh. He forced his mind, his body, not to react to his hunger. First, a different appetite demanded quenching. His hand moved down Kevin’s taut stomach to his swollen erection. The urge to taste his hot, leaking cock overwhelmed even the need for blood.

Moving past the lure of Kevin’s neck, Lorcan nibbled his way down the smooth chest until his tongue found an already hardened nipple. Kevin’s body arched up off the bed as Lorcan suckled the tiny nubbin of flesh. He stroked the hard shaft as he continued to torment the younger man’s chest. His own cock throbbed with need. Lorcan pressed his aching flesh against Kevin’s thigh, his leg hooking over the other man’s leg, rubbing against him.

“Oh God,” Kevin moaned as Lorcan moved to the other nipple. “I…I…”

“What, Kevin?” Lorcan asked between a lick and a nibble. “What do you want?”

“I should be doing… I should… I owe you…”

Lorcan moved back to Kevin’s lips. “You can’t possibly realize how much I want this.” He devoured Kevin’s mouth, kissing him hard and deep, relishing the rough stubble against his face.

Lorcan had almost forgotten the little things. Making love to a man after so many years of self-denial drove him almost to the edge of reason. Lifting his head to gaze into the liquid blue eyes, Lorcan murmured, “You don’t owe me but if you did, this is all the payment I need.”

Kevin’s hands pulled Lorcan’s head down, kissing him with bruising force.

Lorcan didn’t miss the hint of moisture in Kevin’s eyes right before their lips met. The vulnerability, the sadness in the younger man tugged at his heart. But Kevin’s frantic body against him, pushing his cock against Lorcan’s body, distracted him from further speculation.

Lorcan grinned against Kevin’s lips. “Slow down, Kevin. We have all night.”

The younger man’s body slowed its frenzied movement to small thrusts as Lorcan once again explored his lips. Slow, lazy exploration turned to hungry mouthing. As much as Lorcan wanted to maintain his hold on Kevin’s mouth, so much more was there to explore. In spite of his admonition to Kevin, Lorcan didn’t want to wait all night to taste the younger man. With nipping kisses, he pulled away, leaving Kevin panting for air.

Rising slowly to his knees, Lorcan opened his robe, the silk rustling with a liquid sound as it slid off the bed.

Lorcan admired the view in front of him. Kevin was beautiful. No other word fit so well. His shoulder-length blond hair spread across the pillow. His pale skin glowed golden in the soft firelight. The well-toned, almost hairless chest wasn’t overly muscled but enough to show he worked at it. The narrow waist drew Lorcan’s gaze to the soft blond hair starting below the navel and thickening as it trailed lower. The hard cock was impressive in size and girth, nicely veined and weeping with arousal.

It would be so easy to fall for him, drown in the pools of deep blue expectation staring back. A niggling thought warned him, reminding him of the sorrow of loss, but he brushed it aside.

Lorcan moved to kneel between the young man’s long legs. His hands skimmed across Kevin’s stomach and up to his chest. A gentle tweak to the tiny, hard nipples then his fingers traced back down to the narrow hips. One hand grasped the dripping cock and Lorcan leaned over.

His tongue dipped into the wet slit, tasting the bitter nectar pooled there. Kevin’s fingers twisted in the sheets as Lorcan suckled the velvet head. A strangled moan sounded as Lorcan swallowed the hard flesh to the base. He could taste a fresh gush of liquid as he moved back up to the crown.

“You taste so good,” Lorcan murmured.

Scooting down to lie nestled between Kevin’s thighs, Lorcan’s aching cock pushed into the mattress, seeking relief in the pressure. He laved the length of Kevin’s dick, mapping every vein, each contour of the hard shaft on the journey down until he reached the tight balls. Lorcan’s tongue prodded the sensitive sac before he sucked one into his mouth with gentle care, exploring the wrinkled texture and the musky taste.

One finger traced a path down to the perineum, pausing to massage it. Kevin writhed on the bed as Lorcan released the tightening sac and his tongue followed his finger. Lorcan paused to slip his index finger in his mouth to wet it. His tongue returned to prod Kevin’s sensitive spot as his finger found the tight puckered anus.

“No…”

Lorcan looked up to see fear in Kevin’s eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”

A rush of emotion flowed through him as Kevin’s terror faded to hesitant trust. His gaze stayed locked with Kevin’s as Lorcan pushed his finger slowly past the tight ring. His languid tongue moved up Kevin’s cock as his finger searched the tight, velvet-lined passage for the prostate. Lorcan grinned as Kevin’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d found it.

“Oh God,” Kevin sighed as Lorcan swallowed the silken head once more. His finger pushed against the hard knot of Kevin’s prostate with the same rhythm Lorcan’s mouth moved on the overheated flesh. A fresh gush of bitter taste signaled his impending orgasm to Lorcan.

“Yes oh yes…” Kevin’s breathless moans forewarned him as well.

Frantic hips arched as Lorcan tasted the first spurt of thick, bitter fluid. His hand grasped the jerking flesh and milked it as his mouth moved to suck the inside of Kevin’s thigh. His eager fangs shot out and sank into the quivering flesh, into the large vein beneath the surface.

As the sweet taste of blood mingled with Kevin’s pungent juices on his tongue, Lorcan’s own orgasm erupted into the bedding. He drank deeply of the sweet crimson elixir as his moans mingled with Kevin’s. The rush of orgasm and blood overwhelmed him until the rapid cooling of Kevin’s body caused his over-eager fangs to retract in fear.

“Damn,” Lorcan muttered, rolling off the bed. He pulled the covers up over Kevin’s now unconscious body. “Tomas!”

Lorcan stalked to the door, heedless of his nakedness. Yanking it open, he yelled again. “Tomas!”

The older man moved with a speed that belied his age.

“I drank too much. We’ve got to keep him from going into shock.”