A Hunger to Share ( Book One )

chapter 54

James          

Artyom closed the door and James found himself pined against it, Artyom's mouth on his.

James could feel the heat of his skin through his clothe. He wanted them off. He wanted to touch Artyom everywhere.

They helped each other out of their winter coats without breaking the kiss. James pulled Artyom's black shirt off, tossing it on the floor. James's green, long sleeved one joined the rest of their clothe on the floor.

James saw a delicate tattoo in Russian letters under Artyom's left collarbone. Artyom pressed himself harder against James, lips still locked with his.

They cicked their boots off. James's eager fingers reopened Artyom's fly, and shoved his pants down. Artyom stepped out of them. James get rid of his own.

Artyom's hot mouth left James's aching lips, and moved down to his neck, leaving hot kisses that burned deliciously. James pushed down Artyom's boxers and held his cock.

He moaned when Artyom's lips sucked on the unscarred side of his neck and started stroaking him, sticky precum smearing on his fingers. Artyom's sharp fangs grazing his neck.    

James's puncture wounds stung. He pushed against Artyom with both hands, chest tightening. "Don't..."

"I wouldn't..." Artyom drew back, voice gentle.

"Promise me you will never bite me without my consent."

"I promise."

"Thank you." James slumped against the wall in relief.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

James nodded. "I'm not leaving here until you fuck me."

Artyom grabbed James's ass cheeks, hoisting him up against the wall. James wrapped his legs around his waist. Artyom kissed him. This time he was gentle, the kiss slow.

James's fingers traveled to his hair, locking themselves in the silky locks. His other hand moved to his back, fingers digging in Artyom's skin.

Artyom walked them to his bedroom, and layed James gently on his bed. He kissed him, hands going up, and down his sides, hot fingertips undoing all the knots of anxiery, and doubt.

Artyom's lips slowly moved down, to James's neck, his collarbone, and chest. He kissed James's scars, making the pull of desire in his stomach become unbearable.

James arched his back, loving Artyom's lips on his naked flesh. Artyom's tongue flicked over his nipples. James moaned at the sweet sensation.

His lips moved down to James's stomach, kissing more scars, then further south, touching the base of his cock. He continued kissing to the top. His wet tongue licked the tip.

Artyom's pale hair tickled James's thighs. He shivered. When Artyom finaly took his aching, dripping cock into his mouth, James fisted the sheets. Artyom had the mouth of a God.

An eternity later Artyom withrew, but even that wasn't enough to quench James's lust for him. He whimpered.

"I'm nowhere near done with you dorogoy." Artyom kissed his nipple.