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you. In me, on me, around me. All over me."
Trick swallowed. "If I had to make a picture of what sex
looked like, I'd use a picture of you."
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"Would you? What about need and heat and want and
passion?" Bast took his head between his hands and kissed
him deeply, black eyes huge and warm. "And love, my Trick?
What about that?"
"Need would be you about to feed. Heat would be you half
naked, working on fully naked. Want would be you in
seduction mode, you know, when you really pour it on, even
though you don't need to because I'm a sure thing. Passion
that would be you arching, reaching up for my touch." He
nibbled on Bast's lips, licking and sucking and letting his teeth
sink into the soft flesh. "And love..." He looked into Bast's
eyes and then smiled slowly and raised one of his wrists. He
traced the barely visible thin white scar at the main artery,
knew there were others on his body his neck, the inside of
his thighs, his ankles, his cock. "This is love."
"Oh. My Trick." Bast's eyes flashed, fingers trembling upon
his cheeks. "Yes. This ... all of it ... our love."
He nodded, feeling like a sap and not really caring. "I know
I say it's like a drug, needing to feed you, but that's not quite
it, is it? It's love existing inside and outside of you."
"It's life, Trick. You inside me, living and beating and
breathing." Bast shuddered, an ageless hunger shining from
his eyes. "Want to know a secret? I can feel you, inside me,
heat and hope and love. Never before. I have never felt that
before." Bast leaned forward for a kiss. "Never before."
Trick choked back a sob and wrapped Bast in a tight hug,
holding him close. What was between them was so much and
it scared him sometimes: the night he'd come back to Bast,
the first time he'd said I love you, this.
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And this time, like every time, Bast curled around him and
held on, lips and hands and body protecting and loving him.
He held on until he'd stopped shaking, until the overwhelming
nature of what they shared faded into the background,
leaving behind the simpler joys of bodies touching, needing,
wanting.
Bast was nibbling on his collarbone, dragging his teeth
along the skin, setting the nerves to sparking. He made a
happy purring noise and stretched slightly, skin sliding
against Bast's. "So what do you want to do, baby-boy?"
Bast continued his nipping, humming happily. "We could
take this to the bed, make love until morning. Or in the
shower, although the floor's hard there, too."
"Bed. Only we make love until tomorrow night and then
you can pour me into my clothes and take me out for a great
big, bloody steak."
"Sounds perfect, Sweets." Bast kissed him again before
untangling their bodies and standing.
Trick spent a moment just looking up, admiring the view
from the floor. He grinned and held out his hand.
"Personification of sex, I swear."
"Mm ... you just like my ass." Bast helped him up and then
sauntered to the bed, hips swaying.
"Oh, I do indeed." He watched said ass move until Bast
was almost at the bed and then he pounced, bringing them
both down onto the tangle of sheets.
Bast laughed, the sound warm and happy, and then Trick
found himself flipped onto his back, Bast straddling his thighs
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and grinning down, fangs flashing. "If we're lucky, you'll need
two steaks in the morning."
Grinning, Trick bucked up, pushing his hips up hard. "And
if you're very good, I'll need three."
"Oh, I can be very, very good, Sweets. With appropriate
motivation, of course."
"I think I can find appropriate motivation..."
Bast's hands wrapped around his cock, fangs flashing. "I
have no doubt."
Arms spreading wide, Trick lay back and let Bast love him
into oblivion.
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Chapter Sixteen
Bast hadn't intended to do it he'd done it before, but not
lately and it hadn't even been on his mind but Trick was
watching a movie and he was bored and itchy and needed a
shower.
So, Bast had stripped himself down and hopped in,
steaming hot water beating down on him, the smell of soap
and shampoo everywhere. He'd been perfectly content.
Then he'd caught a glimpse of Trick's razor.
He'd grabbed it, amused himself with the shocky, sparkly
edge against his inner arm and the itchy, bug-crawling feel of
knitting flesh for a bit until that got boring, too. Idly, not quite
ready to leave the warm pleasure of the water, he began to
shave the tiny line of black-black hair beneath his navel.
Felt pretty fucking good, actually.
So, he grabbed the soap and continued, slowly scraping
away the ebony curls, exposing pale skin never touched by
the sun. By the time he was done assuring himself that he
was completely smooth, the water was cooling and he could
hear Trick's laughter at whatever he was watching carrying
through the walls, tempting him out.
Kissing a laughing Trick was quite entertaining.
It didn't take him long to dry and smooth on some lotion
Trick might tease, but his Sweets liked the smooth softness of
his skin, liked touching him, so Bast moisturized. Besides, he
thought with a chuckle, he had great elasticity for a man of
his age.
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Throwing on a short, silky, black robe, he grabbed a towel
for his hair and went in to settle next to Trick on the bed.
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you. In me, on me, around me. All over me."
Trick swallowed. "If I had to make a picture of what sex
looked like, I'd use a picture of you."
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"Would you? What about need and heat and want and
passion?" Bast took his head between his hands and kissed
him deeply, black eyes huge and warm. "And love, my Trick?
What about that?"
"Need would be you about to feed. Heat would be you half
naked, working on fully naked. Want would be you in
seduction mode, you know, when you really pour it on, even
though you don't need to because I'm a sure thing. Passion
that would be you arching, reaching up for my touch." He
nibbled on Bast's lips, licking and sucking and letting his teeth
sink into the soft flesh. "And love..." He looked into Bast's
eyes and then smiled slowly and raised one of his wrists. He
traced the barely visible thin white scar at the main artery,
knew there were others on his body his neck, the inside of
his thighs, his ankles, his cock. "This is love."
"Oh. My Trick." Bast's eyes flashed, fingers trembling upon
his cheeks. "Yes. This ... all of it ... our love."
He nodded, feeling like a sap and not really caring. "I know
I say it's like a drug, needing to feed you, but that's not quite
it, is it? It's love existing inside and outside of you."
"It's life, Trick. You inside me, living and beating and
breathing." Bast shuddered, an ageless hunger shining from
his eyes. "Want to know a secret? I can feel you, inside me,
heat and hope and love. Never before. I have never felt that
before." Bast leaned forward for a kiss. "Never before."
Trick choked back a sob and wrapped Bast in a tight hug,
holding him close. What was between them was so much and
it scared him sometimes: the night he'd come back to Bast,
the first time he'd said I love you, this.
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And this time, like every time, Bast curled around him and
held on, lips and hands and body protecting and loving him.
He held on until he'd stopped shaking, until the overwhelming
nature of what they shared faded into the background,
leaving behind the simpler joys of bodies touching, needing,
wanting.
Bast was nibbling on his collarbone, dragging his teeth
along the skin, setting the nerves to sparking. He made a
happy purring noise and stretched slightly, skin sliding
against Bast's. "So what do you want to do, baby-boy?"
Bast continued his nipping, humming happily. "We could
take this to the bed, make love until morning. Or in the
shower, although the floor's hard there, too."
"Bed. Only we make love until tomorrow night and then
you can pour me into my clothes and take me out for a great
big, bloody steak."
"Sounds perfect, Sweets." Bast kissed him again before
untangling their bodies and standing.
Trick spent a moment just looking up, admiring the view
from the floor. He grinned and held out his hand.
"Personification of sex, I swear."
"Mm ... you just like my ass." Bast helped him up and then
sauntered to the bed, hips swaying.
"Oh, I do indeed." He watched said ass move until Bast
was almost at the bed and then he pounced, bringing them
both down onto the tangle of sheets.
Bast laughed, the sound warm and happy, and then Trick
found himself flipped onto his back, Bast straddling his thighs
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and grinning down, fangs flashing. "If we're lucky, you'll need
two steaks in the morning."
Grinning, Trick bucked up, pushing his hips up hard. "And
if you're very good, I'll need three."
"Oh, I can be very, very good, Sweets. With appropriate
motivation, of course."
"I think I can find appropriate motivation..."
Bast's hands wrapped around his cock, fangs flashing. "I
have no doubt."
Arms spreading wide, Trick lay back and let Bast love him
into oblivion.
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Chapter Sixteen
Bast hadn't intended to do it he'd done it before, but not
lately and it hadn't even been on his mind but Trick was
watching a movie and he was bored and itchy and needed a
shower.
So, Bast had stripped himself down and hopped in,
steaming hot water beating down on him, the smell of soap
and shampoo everywhere. He'd been perfectly content.
Then he'd caught a glimpse of Trick's razor.
He'd grabbed it, amused himself with the shocky, sparkly
edge against his inner arm and the itchy, bug-crawling feel of
knitting flesh for a bit until that got boring, too. Idly, not quite
ready to leave the warm pleasure of the water, he began to
shave the tiny line of black-black hair beneath his navel.
Felt pretty fucking good, actually.
So, he grabbed the soap and continued, slowly scraping
away the ebony curls, exposing pale skin never touched by
the sun. By the time he was done assuring himself that he
was completely smooth, the water was cooling and he could
hear Trick's laughter at whatever he was watching carrying
through the walls, tempting him out.
Kissing a laughing Trick was quite entertaining.
It didn't take him long to dry and smooth on some lotion
Trick might tease, but his Sweets liked the smooth softness of
his skin, liked touching him, so Bast moisturized. Besides, he
thought with a chuckle, he had great elasticity for a man of
his age.
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Throwing on a short, silky, black robe, he grabbed a towel
for his hair and went in to settle next to Trick on the bed.
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