LGBTQ Short Stories

g beneath Kil's, entwining and tangli

over dark pectoral muscles, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns before concentrating on Kil's nipples, thumb, and forefinger gently rolling one before he bent down to close his lips over it, greedily drawing the budding flesh into his mouthThere was a little surprise on his part as Laty managed to rip open singlets and nip his chest. Gently rubbing Laty's torso and letting his hot

g in the beautiful mate mark on his mate's body."As ready as I can be." Unexpectedly, he changed their position. He looked his eyes with his mate's purple one, as he lined himself on his mate's member.Kil gasped as Laty slowly lowered himself down onto him. He was tight and hot and gorgeous, Kil couldn't help but stare as Laty keened back and forth as if in worship, pleasuring himself like that. His eyesight was heavy, and his senses were thundering as only a bloodsucker like himself would, fully aware of every twitch of each muscle, every pump of the heart. He could practically see the blood coursing through his mate's body as he rocked back and forth, and the smell—that was what was strongest. It drove him crazy. Kil couldn't bear the lazy thrust of h

nd hollow of them. So minimal in fact that it made Kil growled low with the need for more of it, more heat and rubbing and rasping of their most sensitive parts.His canines elongated as the werewolf got the urge to mark his mate.Legs lifted upward to wrap around Kil's waist, a new brand

nted to mark his mate. But he was merely restraining himself. "Laty—" he spoke the young man's name with every bite. "Dark, you will be the death of me." He nipped at the pale thro

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was anchoring Laty to reality, the only thing preventing him from falling of

im, and make him his. Laty's hips rose to meet Kil every time he drove deeper into his body,

k as gently as he could and wrapped his hand around Laty's member to take his mind off his pain. Taking a sip, he nearly reeled at the salty-sweet taste and lapped hungrily at the wound, making sure not to suck the life out of the redhead. Ah, he was nearing the edge and so was Laty, he could tell. Biting his tongue, Kil spat out his blood at the cut and watched as it closed itself and then turned to share the lingering taste of their joining wit