Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 20 - Helsing

Michael wanted nothing more than to strip off Henri's clothes and have his way with him in the back of the coach they were riding, but he resisted, stopping within inches of burying his fangs into Henri's neck. The weak sounds Henri made in protest to his aggression only made his cock harder and his thirst greater. It would take two hours to get to the location he had given the coachman as Lucy Westenra lived with her family in a country manor in Whitby, not in the city. Michael was not sure he could hold himself back much longer.

"My apologies," he said, retracting his fangs. Henri looked up at him with anger in his eyes and he was prepared to continue apologizing when Henri swung his body over his lap, straddling him like a horse. There was no one outside on the country road to see in through their windows, and the sound of the horse's hooves against the road and the wheels spinning was enough to keep the coachman from hearing anything. Michael's fangs reflexively extended as Henri grabbed hold of his cock with much more confidence this time.

Michael had Henri's shirt unbutton quickly, revealing the toned and tan stomach lined with golden hair. Henri unbuttoned his black shirt slowly, kissing his skin as he revealed it. Michael writhed in anticipation of Henri moving closer to his cock, which he felt would burst through the fabric of his trousers at any moment.

"I want to be inside of you this time," Henri whispered in his ear. This was something Michael had never considered before, though if it was Henri he was not opposed to it. He used his strength and speed to flip their positions so that he was straddled over Henri, kissing him passionately while unbuttoned each of their trousers. He sat up straight so that his cock was level with Henri's mouth and Henri began sucked it eagerly, sending sensations through Michael's body that he had never imagined before. He pulled himself out of Henri's mouth before it was too late and turned around, sitting down between Michael's legs. He was not afraid of what would happen so much worried about making himself so vulnerable. With his trousers around his ankles and his body wrapped in Henri's arms, he would not be able to do much protecting of anyone. Henri whispered softly into his ear, reassuring him and he grinned.

He propped himself up and sat down slowly on Henri's thick cock, grimacing at the odd and unexpected pain, but enjoying the sensation of being full of Henri's heat. He threw his head back as he lifted himself again, only to sit harder the next time until it became comfortable. Henri was bucking and moaning beneath him, lost in a world of sensory pleasure. Michael felt much more aware than he had when inside of Henri, but he loved giving him pleasure. He tugged at his own cock until the hot, sticky semen came erupting out, shooting over the seats opposite them in the carriage. With anal muscles clenched and then he felt the hot semen inside of him as Henri groaned in passionate release.

Michael pulled himself up off of Henri and pulled up his pants before sitting back down next to him. He looked over to see Henri's eyes were closed and he was still breathing heavily, as if he had run for miles. A smile was plastered across his face and Michael could not help but think it looked as though he had died and found some sort of serenity. He liked not being able to hear Henri's thoughts, as during the height of day he could do little more than pick up strong emotions. As the day wore on his powers would return, which would be useful when they arrived at the Westenra manor.

Until then, he wanted to enjoy this time with Henri, as he could never be sure of how much time they had left. Henry had fallen asleep the way he was, so Michael had done his best to button his shirt and trousers before letting him rest his blond head on his lap. They were almost to the manor when he had to wake him up.

"Are we there?" Henri asked upon waking.

"Almost," said Michael. It was only a quarter till three and Michael had no regained enough of his power to do anything substantial. He told the coach driver he would pay him for his time to wait for them outside of the manor.