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know it." A soft, slow, deep kiss was given to him, taken from
him.
He moaned, another shudder rocking him, and then he
concentrated on the kiss, on the way Bast's tongue invaded
his mouth, wet and agile. The kisses continued until the
urgency lessened, Bast's cock snugged deep within him.
Finally those lips left his, black eyes calm and warm. "Going
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to put the plug in you. Keep you filled and hot so I can touch
you, make you fly."
Trick whimpered, another soft tremor going through him.
Bast leaned back, rubbing the dark plug between his hands,
warming and slicking it. With a gentle motion, Bast pulled
out, the plug spreading him with his next breath. He wriggled
his hips, gasping at the sensation as the plug moved with
him, brushing over his prostate. He stilled, eyes hot on his
lover.
"Lovely. You make me hungry." Bast's eyes glowed, fangs
bared and sharp.
He whimpered, body jerking. He was gasping again, body
trembling with excitement, anticipation. His tongue rubbed
over his own teeth, wet his lips and he let his head drop back,
offering his neck, hoping to entice his lover.
A pained snarl rent the air, Bast literally pouncing against
his chest. Lips touched his throat, not biting, just tasting, low
hungry growls filling the air. Sobbing, he pushed his neck
against Bast's lips. Each of Bast's growls vibrated against him,
shivered down his spine and set his blood thrumming.
"Tempting me. Bad Sweets. Want you. Hungry."
"Need you so bad, baby-boy," he whispered, a soft
shudder shaking his body, giving proof to his words.
Bast's tongue slid over his neck, resting heavily on the
vein. "My life."
He could feel his own heartbeat, pulsing beneath Bast's
tongue. Everything else blurred until all he was flowed
through his veins. He could feel the slow slide of Bast's fangs
into his skin, feel the pull of blood and the crash of pleasure.
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He screamed, the sound growing faint beneath the sound of
the rush of his blood. He was jerking in his bonds, climaxing,
whether or not he actually came. He didn't know, he didn't
care, all he knew was pleasure and Bast's mouth, Bast's
heartbeat as it matched his own.
Bast's tongue and hands brought him back, the tiny knife
slicing away the silk, restraints disappearing as warm hands
moved over his skin. "Need you, Trick. Need you so."
He lay still, boneless and relaxed, sated, while Bast cared
for him. He could feel Bast's love in every beat of his heart.
"Mmm."
"Rest. I've got you. Always." Soft kisses landed on his
eyes, his cheeks.
He turned into the kisses, nuzzling, almost purring.
"Sweet love." Bast was wrapped around him, touching him
everywhere, keeping him afloat. "So beautiful, so strong. How
I love you."
"Feel good," he murmured, nuzzling.
"You do. You didn't have to push, love. I would have given
you what you needed."
He shrugged, murmuring happily at the feeling of Bast's
skin dragging against him. "I didn't know."
"Mmm ... then it's good that I did." Bast nibbled at his
collarbone, teeth just grazing. "So sweet."
A soft shudder moved through him. "I love you, baby-
boy."
"I know, Trick. You're my heartbeat." A soft, heavy blanket
covered them both, Bast curling around him, cheek on his
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shoulder, one hand cupped over his balls, the other resting
against his cheek.
He turned his head, licking gently at the fingers, pulling
the taste into him, and then nuzzled against Bast's hair. He
sighed deeply, happily and let his eyes drift closed. He was
safe, loved, melted.
When he woke, Bast was still draped around him, holding
him close, dark eyes focused and warm.
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Chapter Fourteen
He was floating. Mid-air and spinning slowly, colors and
sounds passing by him and through him. It felt good and right
and the only thing missing was Bast.
Trick was trying to fix that but first the key wouldn't go
into the call box for the elevator and now he couldn't figure
out which button to press.
Someone had changed them, relabeled them or
something. It was very frustrating and it was ruining the
floaty feeling, making the colors and sounds swirl and twist
dangerously.
Finally the elevator started moving, but all of a sudden it
stopped again and no amount of cursing or pressing the
buttons seemed to be making them go again.
The grate opened and suddenly Bast's face was well, it
was really fucking big is what it was but it was right there,
too.
"Trick? You okay, Sweets?"
"You don't have to shout," he whispered, or at least he
tried to, but he was whispering way loud. "I'm right here."
He laughed and slung his arm around Bast's shoulders.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you are really fucking pale?"
Bast nodded as they stumbled toward the big bed, the
move causing Bast's hair that was purple? green? black?
blue? blue today to tickle his neck. "Yeah, a couple of times.
How much did you drink, Sweets? How the hell'd you find
your way home?"
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"Followed my cock. Missed you." He leaned over and
aimed a kiss at Bast's mouth, missing somehow, but Bast's
ear was pretty and so that was okay.
"Didn't drink. Wait. Did." He giggled as he remembered the
guy with the elaborate nose, ear, eyebrow lip chained
together piercing thing. "Rodgy ... Doger ... Rodjjjj Bael's
freaky friend brought me one."
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