All Souls Pass
Part
Seven: The
lift doors were barely shut before Macy was nibbling on an ear. “Seeing you
with that child got me so hot.” He moaned softly. “I never tire of seeing
you on the hunt.” There
was lust in York, that was for certain, but exhaustion and nausea as well. It
was a tight knot of twisted emotion, balled up with his own thoughts and earlier
hopelessness and the bleak outlook for the pretty, boy-whore’s life. For as
good as Macy’s touch felt, he shrugged it off a little. “I was just making
your life easier.” Macy
nuzzled the back of his lover’s neck. “I saw, yummy fake York trail to
follow, like gumdrops, my clever boy.” York
caught the wandering hands and pulled them from his body. He turned them,
dragging Macy around to the front of him and pinning his back to the countertop
almost on the spot where he’d trapped the boy a few moments before. There was
a smug, amused look on Macy’s face, teasing at his eyes and it was as much
from having the new amusement of tracking the boy and learning what he was as
from any lust. “No.”
York spoke softly. “I’m too tired and you’ve work to do.” “Awww.”
The vampire whined and added a wicked tone to his expression. The
man was too sexy, too magnetic, for even York to full resist. It wasn’t often
that Macy poured on the come hither look but when he did, it nearly always
worked. “Didn’t say I was going to abandon you.” He caught the ties to the
almost absurd pants Macy had pulled on and tugged them free. The fabric slipped
down, loosely, over lean hips only to catch for a moment on the tip of the hard
cock. Green
eyes fluttered half shut for a moment as the fabric dragged in slow torment off
of his length but snapped open to catch the unsurprised but slightly amused
expression on his lovers face. He’d slid the purple aluminum cock ring on
while he’d dressed and York hadn’t seen him do it. Now he stood, all pale
creamy flesh, pale hips, thighs, smooth white stomach, with a swollen, dark red
hard on. “And
what were you planning on doing with that?” York asked, his eyebrows raising
at the sight. Macy
shrugged. “I was certain you’d think of something.” “Confiance
de l'imbécile.” He muttered under his breath but dipped a little blob of
olive oil from the decorative bottle by the stove out onto his hand. “That’s
me, trusting to the end.” Macy sighed, seeing the grin his lover tried so hard
to hide. He leaned his elbows back onto the cool countertop, wearing only his
vest and swollen hard on like some obscene statue. York stepped back and half
trapped him in place, the oil slick hand wrapped around his hypersensitive cock
and stroked gently. “Ohhh and what a lovely end.” He sighed and let his head
fall back, thrusting his hips out into his lover’s hand. York
moved forward and stood to the side of the moaning Vampire. This wouldn’t be a
long drawn out playtime, even with the cock ring slowing things down. If Macy
knew every place to touch and kiss him to drive him wild, York knew the other
man just as well. He leaned forward and nipped at the tense cords of the man’s
neck as he stroked the swollen length with quick, slick motions. It
didn’t take long until the dark haired man was collapsed back onto the
countertop, head dropped low, eyes shut to narrow slits. He made no effort to
encourage or stop, guide or direct and just accepted all the delights his lover
offered. As it always did, Macy’s total acceptance of whatever drifted his
way, amazed York. He knew the man was competitive, but he wasn’t ambitious. He
knew he was smart and clever but he delighted in the tiniest, smallest, simplest
of things. Soon
the loft echoed and muffled the soft panting moans that escaped Macy’s throat.
His lips parted in his haze of lust and desire, the sharp points of his teeth
obvious and an erotically dangerous counterpoint to the melted, eased creature
of lust that had pooled on their countertop. A quarter blood, this aroused, was
a dangerous creature and often turned the tables and attacked their lover,
biting, feeding, adding to their need and lust. Macy was not a quarter blood and
York knew he could push the man as far as he wanted to without worry. The
cock ring made every touch sensitized but this one wasn’t tight enough to
prevent release, just prolong it. Macy started to shiver in climax long moments
before his body actually released. His hips bucked, he held his breath, his
muscles trembled and it was beautiful to watch. He arched back, thrusting his
hips out and finally, really, came. Without the cock ring in place, release was a
tight, fast, crushing event over a few heart beats. With it in place the
pleasure was slower, longer, less sudden and drawn out. That was twice as true
for Macy. Instead
of coming hard, his release was pumped slower. It would have almost been a
gentle release if it wasn’t for the broken sobbing moans and the way his body
trembled. York let the release slick his hand further, mixing the smell of sex
and desire with olives and bring back memories of other times and other play. He
didn’t stop his tormenting strokes until Macy’s body stopped coming, not
just his cock. Only then did he slid his hand once more, this time to catch the
ring and ease it carefully from his lover’s length. Macy
lay back, his spine pressed to the warming countertop, panting, shivering in the
last of his pleasure. He heard water running and felt something damp washing him
while he lay, feeling mellow and boneless. “That was nice.” He purred as he
pried his eyes all the way open and watched York toss the paper towel away. “Your
turn, lover.” He grinned and caught at the Frenchman’s arm. York
shrugged the hand off. “No.” “York...” He
just shook his head and didn’t try to hide or deny his arousal. “You need to
get dressed and follow that kid. It’s too dangerous to have an unknown like
him running around a city like this.” “It
can wait a little longer.” He tried to pull the human closer again. “I’m
not so selfish.” Instead of relaxing, easing, into his touch, Macy felt the
body tense up more. There was something dark behind the blue eyes. “I’m
tired.” He sighed. “Later, I need it later.” The
dark, hidden hardness in those eyes mingled with the words and Macy understood.
York didn’t ask often but when he did what he wanted was clear. There was no
point in checking to make sure, the man rarely asked and was always sure when he
did. Macy
nodded, uncertain what he’d come home to find but ready for anything, and
stopped pushing his lover. “I understand.” A
small, stuttering breath escaped York and he leaned in and kissed Macy with soft
gentleness. “Go, change and get moving. Be careful, I’m going to get some
sleep.” The mention of the word made him yawn, even while he was still turned
on. “I’ll
tuck you in.” Macy said with soft gentleness and leaned forward to press a
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