“Please, Gideon, it’s not the same as yourcock. I want to feel you pound into me. I want to feel your cock, and your fangs. I want you to drink from me until I’m…until you’ve…until you can’t take anything else from me. Please. Please, fuck me.”
The finger caressing his ass paused. So did the hand on his cock.
“Nobody begs as prettily as my boy.”
The soft words wrapped around Jesse even better than Gideon’s arm as he coiled it around Jesse’s waist and lifted him so his knees were straight again. It left his hole stretched and empty, aching to be filled again, but Jesse held his breath as Gideon leaned in for a kiss.