Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Nine: Wallflowers

Camden

Alistair and I were broken apart by a vampire I haven't met. "This is Adrian." Adrian waved. "He's mute." Adrian typed out something on his phone, and showed it to Alistair. He sighed.

"The party that I said no to is in full gear." I patted his back. "Lighten up. It'll be fun!" I cradled his hand in my own, and took him downstairs with me. The party was, indeed, in full gear. There was décor strung around, booze, snacks, chairs, and a heap of vampires in full merriment.

"Ah!" Lilith noticed us on the stairs. "It's the guests of honor, everybody!" The party-goers cheered. "Hope you like your party." She winked, walking off into the mass.

"Shall we?" I held my hand out to him. He blushed, and cradled it in his palm. I smiled, as we continued down the stairs, hand in hand, joining the fray. We danced to the hypnotic beat of drums, never looking away from one another.

It was melting me. I could get drunk from staring into his eyes. He's a narcotic, but only for me. "I love you," I whispered, pulling us closer together. The intense music started to slow down and get sweeter, flutes and gentle cellos swaying us together, entwining us for an eternity.

His fingers stroked my cheeks, bringing me to kiss him. Our lips pressed together so passionately, I thought I would implode. "Come with me," He murmured against my lips, leading me back upstairs.

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He led me back up into our room, laying me down on the bed, our tongues massaging each other. "Please, take me tonight." He releases my mouth with a pop. "I want sex." I ground my hips against his. He trapped my wrists under his hand.

"I don't want sex." I frowned. "I want to make love to you. Your first time, well, that wasn't what I had in mind. Tonight, I want to make love to you." I blushed, and kissed him.

He leans in, his lips like rose petals pressing softly against my lips. Unlike my first time, filled with heat and ferocious kisses, this mood was soft. Serene, sweet. His lips left mine, and he pecked my forehead. "You're so sweet." I whisper against his stubbly jaw, wrapping myself around him.

His lips trailed slow burning fires on my body, traveling my chest and waist. His stubble tickles me with every kiss. He smirks up at me. "Ticklish, much?" I giggle and groan as he touches my member. He brings his fingers to my mouth. I greedily suck them in, like a hoover, and douse them.

That familiar fire is spreading again as I pant around his fingers. "C-close..." I get out when he removes his fingers. "Wait for it, honey. I want to come together." I was too heated to roll my eyes or make a witty remark. "Relax now, Camden." He gingerly began to stick a finger in. It burned, but not horribly. Next thing I know he has two fingers in, while I'm groaning and moaning like a depressed ghost. Are there such things as depressed ghosts? My mind wandered.

"Okay, I'm going to put it in." He said, after rolling up a condom and slathering it in oil.

"A-Alistair, are there such things as depressed ghosts?" He stopped what he was doing, and stared at me. "I've never...met one? Hey, you should pay attention. This is important." I sighed, dissatisfied with the answer. "Put it in." He nodded.

I felt myself stretch. "Ow." I whined. Alistair paused, and kissed my forehead. "I'm ready when you are." I waited, feeling the burn slow with time. I rolled my hips, and he groaned.

"Go." He plunged in deep, making me arch my back. It was thrust after thrust of amazingness, and he sent me to the stars by hitting my prostate. Pleasure blinded and winded the two of us, making us scream for each other in the name of love.

He fell on me, still connected. I swept my hands through his sweaty hair before he looked up at me.

"I love you." My heart soared.