Jesse moaned softly. “I know. I thought about you long before I met you, Gideon. I thought about your fangs, and your cock, and your skill with whips, knives, chains, leather…I want you to use my body like it’s yours. My skin, my blood, my flesh, I want it all to be yours.”
The needy growl rumbled unbidden through Gideon, and he raked his blunt teeth up the length of the cock to suck the dripping head hard into his mouth. Jesse’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle as he swayed against Gideon, but Gideon pried them away, bringing them up to either side of Gideon’s face instead. Holding Jesse’s cock steady at the base, he pulled off and looked up to meet Jess’ questioning eyes.
“Do I have to order you to fuck my mouth?” he teased.