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Shaving	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Lindsey > Angel(us)/Lindsey Views: 8088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“So where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise, Lindsey.”
Lindsey shakes his head in exasperation even as his cock jumps a little in his pants. He knows what Angel’s “surprises” are like. They usually involve sex—hours of pounding, sweaty erotic pleasure that leave him quivering like an aspen in a storm, so sore he can barely walk upright the next day. And tonight is Friday, which promises a whole weekend of wild pleasure.
In the car, Angel stops at every red light, whispering naughty suggestions in Lindsey’s ear, stroking him with his hand until Lindsey’s dick is a bar of steel. Lindsey retaliates by grabbing at Angel’s dick but a hard shaft hardly seems to phase the vampire or keep him from driving.
The neighborhood is one of the better ones but the building they stop in front of is rather nondescript. It’s a tasteful royal blue but has no sign, awning or any decoration. Darkened windows give no clue as to its inner purpose. Lindsey shifts through his memories, trying to remember if he’s ever read about this place in Wolfram & Hart files.
Angel knocks at the massive door; there doesn’t appear to be a doorknob. An intercom recessed into the doorway comes to life with a soft beeping noise.
“Yes?” It is a low whisper; Lindsey can’t tell from it whether the speaker was male or female.
“It’s Angel. I made an appointment in advance with Anita,” he murmurs. Lindsey raises an eyebrow, a silent question that Angel ignores.
An appointment? For what? Curiosity wars with caution; Lindsey doesn’t like charging into a situation blind. But the door has slid soundlessly open and Angel is stepping into the darkened interior. He doesn’t stop to see if Lindsey follows him and the former lawyer steps inside hastily to keep from being abandoned on the doorstep. The door slides shut as quietly as it has opened.
A stately woman in a long gown stands before them, gentle amusement on her face. Behind her stretches a long hallway lined with various closed doors. The place is opulent, with dim lighting glinting off gilded cornices and a rug with piling so deep, Lindsey can feel his shoes sinking into it. She gives Lindsey an appraising glance and then smiles calmly at Angel.
“Mr. Angel. It’s good to see you again. How is your princess?”
Princess? What’s that about? Angel’s shoulders seem to stiffen but he answers softly. “She’s fine. Where’s the room?”
“Right this way.” She turns and proceeds down the corridor. As she passes one door, it opens and a woman leans out of it. Her skin is a deep purplish hue and a row of horns spring from reddish hair that stirs in a disturbing fashion. Lindsey notes with barely concealed shock that she seems to be naked.
“Anita? We need more condoms here.”
The woman raises both eyebrows. “More?”
The demoness shrugs. “He insists on a lot of protection. We’ve gone through a box of them already.”
“Very well. I’ll have more supplies sent immediately.” Anita pops out a cell and murmurs into it. Seconds later, a short, dwarflike figure scurries into view moments with a box in his hands. The purplish demon scoops them up without another word and shuts the door. Anita nods to the dwarf, murmurs thanks and he scuttles away down the corridor and disappears around a corner.
The whole transaction takes no more than a couple of minutes. A smirk tugs at Angel’s mouth as he eyes Lindsey; clearly the mortal’s reaction amuses him. As Anita continues down the corridor, Lindsey pulls at Angel’s arm. “This is your surprise, Angel? You took me to a whorehouse?” he hisses, pitching his voice low so Anita doesn’t hear.
“A very special brothel, Lindsey, as I think you can tell,” Angel murmurs, his voice equally hushed. “They only cater to clients with special tastes. They also have unusual setups here for the discerning clientele.”
His cock had flagged on learning where they were. Now it twitches as it takes a renewed interest in the conversation. Unusual setups? That can mean anything.
Lindsey had known of W&H clients with twisted habits: sex with demons, supernatural drugs that gave a high unlike anything manufactured by humans, arcane rituals that heightened sex to unbearable intensity, etc. He’d always steered away from any of those temptations. Work at W&H was perilous enough in those days without getting hooked on dangerous substances and/or practices.
Anita pauses before one door and slides a card into a slit. It’s like one of those that certain hotels use in lieu of a door key. Lindsey watches as Angel silently hands her what looks like a large wad of cash before the door opens.
“Angel, how much was that?” he asks as he steps inside the room.
“Enough for the entire weekend,” the brunette replies evasively while pushing the door shut.
“The…?” They’re going to spend the entire weekend here? Lindsey’s heart begins pounding as he considers the implications. Angel’s face shifts, the ridges rippling over his forehead, his eyes glinting yellow as he sniffs in Lindsey’s direction, easily picking up on his arousal.
The mortal holds his ground as Angel advances in spite of the predatory gleam in those dark eyes. Angel enfolds him in his arms and kisses Lindsey thoroughly, his tongue forcing open his mouth and lapping at the shorter man’s tongue, his teeth, the sensitive ridged palate. Lindsey feels his eyes drifting shut as his tongue tangles with Angel’s, arching his shorter body against the taller frame.
“Open your eyes, Lindsey,” Angel snaps and he obeys, startled at the sharp command. Angel turns him around and Lindsey’s eyes narrow as he takes in the details of the room.
The lighting is very bright, like that of a library. It’s nothing like the cheap motel where they’d shared a heated night of passion before Angel bit him and stole his visions. An enormous bed takes up a considerable amount of space, the headboard almost flush against the wall. Next to it is a large borough, its doors slightly ajar. An end table with three drawers in it is beside the bed. There is another door; its opened door shows a shower, sink and toilet, all sparkling in the light. Definitely an upscale joint.
But what really grabs his attention is the mirror. It spans the entire wall, showing everything in the room—except the vampire standing behind him, of course. As Lindsey stares into it, Angel begins pulling off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
“Angel…” Lindsey wants to turn towards him. But Angel grips him by the arms.
“Keep looking in the mirror, Lindsey. You’ll like this.”
Lindsey isn’t so sure about that. He loves watching Angel, likes watching the changes that making love causes in that unchanging immortal body, the game face, flexing muscles and massive cock. But more than anything he likes watching the light that comes in Angel’s eyes, the tender expressions in bed, the vulnerability he never expresses anywhere else. It moves him almost beyond words to be a witness to those moments and know that he’s the cause of them.
But Angel is insistent. “I want you to see what you look like Lindsey. I want you to see how I see you.”
Lindsey swallows and resolutely faces the mirror. It’s funny to see his clothes float through the air to land on a nearby chair. Even in the midst of this, Angel retains his usual fastidiousness. No casual tossings of clothing to the floor for him. It makes Lindsey smile.
“What’s so funny?”
He’s forgotten that Angel can see his expressions in the mirror. “Nothing. I just feel a little odd like this—so exposed.”
Angel chuckles, a rich sound that makes his chest rumble against Lindsey’s back. “Don’t you remember doing this when you were shaving?” He licks up Lindsey’s throat and whispers in his ear. “Remember how hot that was, Lindsey?”
Yes, he does. It was hot. But this is hotter and Lindsey senses that Angel is just getting started.
They have the entire weekend here, after all…
When the demon moves away, Lindsey can hear the slight whisper of cloth against flesh—yes, now he can see the reflection of Angel’s clothing being peeled away, watch as they are carefully laid on the chair holding Lindsey’s. He wants to turn and sneak a peek at that muscular frame but knows Angel will take punitive action if he disobeys.
Still he gasps a little when powerful, muscled arms suddenly enfold him; he hadn’t heard Angel move. Lindsey moans as Angel kisses the back of his neck. When the cool lips move down to his scar and begin sucking, his head falls back and his eyes slip shut. Hunger for the bite makes him squirm, pressing back against his lover. “Oh, god. More…” he mutters.
“Uh uh, Lindsey. Keep looking. We’re just getting started.”
He forces his eyes open again. Now he can see everything of himself and nothing of Angel and he feels Angel’s hand slide deliberately over his chest. His nipples are pulled forward and he quivers when nails are sunk into the one with the punctures. Shallow welts appear over his body as the nails are dragged down his belly.
Then the large hand latches on to his cock. With the same slow motion, Angel begins jacking him off. Lindsey moans again, louder, his hips grinding into the steady pull. His hands fly out, flutter helplessly, then latch on to the firm thighs behind him.
The rich tenor voice lets out a soft chuckle. “Knees getting a little weak? Don’t worry; I’m here to catch you.”
They rock together briefly as Lindsey fights to keep his eyes open, to watch his own cock get wet with precum. However, the angle must not be good enough for Angel because he’s suddenly maneuvered sideways. Now Lindsey can see the length of his dick, see the slickness over it. His nipples look larger too, pointier, as the other hand pinches them hard, tenting them away from his body.
“Come to the bed, Lindsey.” His legs do feel shaky but Lindsey manages to respond to the request. Angel places him on the side of the bed so that he’s in profile to the mirror. A broad hand presses against his chest so he falls back onto the bed.
Angel spreads Lindsey’s legs and kneels gracefully between them. Lindsey lifts his head as Angel bends to place his lips near the tip of his cock. He begins to lift his hips when the vampire grips his thighs and holds him down.
“What did I say, Lindsey?” he asks, a hint of iron seeping into his voice. “Keep looking into the mirror.”
Lindsey gulps but obeys. Angel is always the master in bed; that is a large part of the excitement of being with him. As Lindsey turns his head, the vampire pulls his cock into his mouth and begins sucking.
A gasp rips its way out of the mortal. Angel is a consummately good cocksucker; he hadn’t been Darla’s playmate for nothing. His tongue laps at the cockhead, flicks like a slick whip across the oozing tip, teases the veins throbbing on the underside. The cock is drawn deep into Angel’s throat, the pressure and speed increasing, loud slurps filling the room. When his mouth is joined by a pair of thumbs cunningly manipulating his balls, Lindsey lets out a shout of pure animal passion.
“AhhhhHHH! Fuck, YES!!” In spite of wanting to fall back and do nothing but pump his hips into that artful mouth, Lindsey is mindful of Angel’s injunction. He pants as he watches his cock in the mirror, sees it get longer, fuller, redder. He can see as well as feel his balls tighten and pull towards his body, sense the coming eruption…
Then Angel stops, the dick falling out of his mouth with a moist plop. “Fuck, Angel!” Lindsey gasps, his hands reaching out to grab Angel’s head, to force it to return to his pulsing erection.
“No, Lindsey. The entire weekend, remember? No sense blowing your wad right away.” Angel chuckles, evades his grasping hands and walks towards the chair holding their clothes. Rummaging in his pockets, he pulls out a twinkling accessory, one Lindsey knows well.
With a sudden blur of motion, he’s on Lindsey again, straddling his body as he fastens the sapphire-studded clamps on Lindsey’s nipples. A gasp parts mortal lips and Angel leans down to kiss him.
Since Angel can’t possibly expect him to stare into the mirror now, Lindsey closes his eyes, giving himself over utterly to the pure sensuality of that kiss. Then Angel yanks lightly at the chains.
Lindsey pants into Angel’s mouth, his breath swallowed by his vampiric companion. As in the past, heat flares from that tug and Lindsey’s back bends, his body swaying helplessly to the vampire’s pace.
Angel kisses him again but this time his free hand trails down Lindsey’s body. The fingers briefly flick at the aching erection as if testing it for firmness. Then two of them move over the balls and thrust deep into the waiting hole.
This time Lindsey groans and then yelps as Angel expertly rubs at his prostate. He swallows these cries too—Lindsey dizzily wonders if Angel intends suffocation by way of kissing—then nuzzles at Lindsey’s neck, teases the scar there as he tugs once more at the chains. He pushes Lindsey’s head to the side and Lindsey sees his body again in the silver depths of the mirror.
It bobs in the sheets as an invisible weight presses it to the bed. The chains seem to dangle in mid-air, the sapphires winking in the bright light as his nipples are pulled away from his body. He is a powerless spectator to his own passion and he swallows hard, mesmerized by the sight.
The fingers are shoving into him without letup, sweeping across his prostate and sending rippling bolts of lightning through him. Once again, he is thrust to the threshold of orgasm—and once again Angel stops.
“Angel! Please!”
“Oh, Lindsey. You’re so sweet when you beg,” Angel responds with a wicked grin. “But don’t cum yet. Not until I tell you.”
Lindsey’s head falls back to the bed with a frustrated groan.
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His nipples are being yanked again, the clamps contracting on them with each pull. Angel’s weight is spread across his thighs, his own cock rubbing against Lindsey’s with steady pressure, in counterpoint to the jerks on the chains. When Angel releases the left nipple from its clamp, Lindsey lets out a sob of relief.
But Angel doesn’t remove the other one. Instead, he draws the freed nipple into his mouth and begins sucking, yanking the other nipple by its chains as he does so.
“OhgodohgodgodfuckAngelfuck. Fuck, that’s…good…ah, ah, ah, ahhhh...” It shouldn’t feel the same. But it does. The cool mouth pulls at the turgid flesh and his tongue lashes the stiff little peak. And, somehow, the pleasure from it is the same as from the other nipple, imprisoned in its tiny sheathe of steel and precious stone.
The vampire places the clamp back on the freed nipple and removes the other one. Now it is the right nipple that is subjected to the licks of his tongue, the squeezings from flat teeth.
All the while, Lindsey keeps his eyes trained on the mirror. His face is glowing, nearly matching the reddening nipples, his mouth agape with the cries forced from his straining body. It is a stimulating spectacle but he would give anything to bring it to an end…
But the game with the clamps continue, one nipple being released only to feel the other one clasped again. Angel’s suckings and the tugs are getting rougher, the sensation passing into a pain-pleasure, both nipples becoming twin throbbing points of sensitivity.
And all this while, Angel is still thrusting his fingers within Lindsey. Steadily dripping precum from his erection has been swiped to provide lubrication. But the ache of a delayed orgasm is too much. Whoever termed this “blue balls” didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. This is a red-hot fire, his whole body one burning, unbearable ache of need.
How can Angel stand it? Lindsey is well aware that Angel is a master of stamina and domination. But Lindsey can feel that massive cock, hard and stiff against his leg, when he shifts in the sheets and knows his partner needs completion as much as he does.
Maybe he can force the issue a little. After all, Angel didn’t tell him not to move, did he? So Lindsey runs his hands over Angel’s back, digs in his nails, grabs the firm buttocks and rubs at Angel’s own sphincter.
A vibrant growl greets his actions. But Lindsey’s moment of triumph is short lived. The vampire grips the mortal’s wrists, pins them over his head, squeezes Lindsey’s cock at the base with the other hand—and bites into the exposed nipple.
Lindsey screams and then moans in absolute ecstasy. Angel didn’t open the wounds on Lindsey’s left nipple, as the mortal expected, but bit into the untouched right one. His slighter frame thrashes violently, as the bliss from those ivory fangs shatters throughout his body. But his cry turns to a sob of misery. With his cock trapped, he cannot cum and the sensation is excruciating.
But Angel pays no attention. Lindsey sees the nipple in the mirror, twisting with each lash of tongue and pull of fang. Blood pools around it in a floating circle before being sucked away and disappearing, an eerie sight that has Lindsey quivering with desire.
The sounds of bloodsucking carry an unadulterated exuberance, Angel’s heavier body rocking over Lindsey’s, his cock seeping into the sheets. With visible reluctance, Angel licks the wounds shut and drops the clamps to the bed. He manipulates the Southerner’s body again so that Lindsey’s knees are pointing towards the mirror. Then he spreads his mortal’s lover’s legs. “Keep watching the mirror, Lindsey. No matter what.”
It’s more difficult to do that with Angel’s broader body in the way. But Lindsey arches his neck to the side as much as he can. Understanding of what Angel intends flashes through him as the vampire grabs a pillow and shoves it under his buttocks.
Slowly, so slowly, the vampire pushes his cock into Lindsey’s ass. The mortal moans as he lifts his legs and hooks his knees around the broad waist, welcoming his lover deep into his body. “Oh, yes. Yes, more, more, don’t stop,” he whispers.
Angel makes no reply except for a sonorous growl, which makes Lindsey shake as it vibrates against his now overly sensitive nips.
Over Angel’s shoulder, he sees his own butt, hoisted in the air, the angle perfect for pleasure. It is also perfect for viewing because he can see his own hole, gaping around the unseen dick forcing itself into his depths. It is beyond lewd, beyond obscene, as his sphincter clenches futilely, unable to close or shield itself against Angel’s eagerly desired invasion.
The vampire keeps thrusting, now speeding up, now slowing down. In spite of Lindsey clenching, in spite of his now despairing pleas, the vampire shows no sign of allowing him any release. Lindsey sobs, twists in the sheets, pounds the bed with his clenched fists as desire claws him from the inside out, yearning to burst from its confines.
Still, Angel continues. He pumps away until the sphincter turns red, puffy, becomes inflamed with the nonstop thrusting.
“Angel…please…stop,” he sobs, his voice ragged from moaning.
At once he does. His body an unmoving pillar of marble and ice, he stares down at Lindsey through hooded eyes. “You really want me to stop, Lindsey?” he purrs.
When he begins to withdraw, Lindsey panics, grabs at Angel’s waist to forestall him. “NO! Just…oh god, I need to cum. Let me cum, please, please, let me cum,” he breathlessly begs.
Suddenly, Angel grabs Lindsey’s head and kisses him again. His game face appears and Lindsey takes a chance. He runs his tongue along one pointed fang and feels it open up, spilling its vital liquid into the vampire’s mouth.
Sure enough, the kiss turns brutal. He sucks and pulls at Lindsey’s mouth, slurping down the offering eagerly. He nips at Lindsey’s lips, draws away for a moment but then returns swiftly, once more gulping the tiny wellspring of blood.
But Angel doesn’t cum. His hips pump faster but he doesn’t cum. Lindsey holds Angel’s face firmly to his but the vampire doesn’t cum. His hand is locked around the root of Lindsey’s cock, denying the mortal his pleasure but the vampire doesn’t cum.
Instead, he draws back from Lindsey’s mouth and yanks his dick out of Lindsey. When the mortal wails in dismay, Angel clicks his tongue in mock reproof.
“What did I say, Lindsey? Not until I tell you.”
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For a few minutes, Angel allows Lindsey to rest, murmuring in his ear about how lovely Lindsey looks, all sweaty from denied passion.
“Every part of you so flushed and rosy. Like you’re actually blooming, Lindsey,” Angel whispers. He plucks at a nipple and smiles when Lindsey shudders. “Just a bit sensitive, are you? Love that, baby.” He pressed his nails into the raw punctures on the right nip and Lindsey arches, a soft cry stuttering past his lips. Angel’s eyes glow saffron and he kisses Lindsey ruthlessly, until the mortal is breathless, until his lungs heave for much-needed oxygen.
He takes a cream from the bedside table and lovingly swirls it around Lindsey’s puffed hole and the mortal sighs with relief at the coolness replacing the banked fire.
But the vampire is clearly not done with him. Using his strength once more, Angel pulls Lindsey down to the edge of the bed and begins licking and sucking at his dick again. The unexpected return of his mouth there makes Lindsey screech. But the next moment the mortal is pumping himself frantically into that cool space, digging his fingers into Angel’s hair as Lindsey babbles for him to finish.
“Pleasedammitfuckgiveittomedontstopyoucantletmeletmepleeeeeeasse.” Now he’s glad to look into the mirror, seeking to distance himself as much as he can from the turmoil seething throughout his body.
His legs are splayed, parted to an agonizing degree by Angel’s hands, leaving his throbbing erection on prominent display. It shakes in the mirror, slickened and swaying with the unseen vampire’s fellatio. His distended scrotum looks like it’s holding tennis balls, so enlarged they are almost unreal.
Then Angel flings Lindsey face down on the bed and enters him once more.
A shriek erupts from Lindsey. The cold cream relieved the burning but didn’t reduce the swelling in the slightest. There is pain but it tangles with the lightning pleasure from his battered prostate until Lindsey cannot separate the two.
Fingers tangle in his hair, forcing him to watch himself in the mirror again, his neck craned around at an almost excruciating angle. His hole is now an inflamed circle of tender flesh. His mouth, Lindsey notices, is equally puffy, bruised and moist from Angel’s forceful kisses.
His hips sway back and forth with each movement from the demon topping him. The nipple clamps have also been put back in place and the added pressure from wearing them while facedown forces Lindsey to arch his back. It is the most exquisite torture and Lindsey is a powerless witness to it all.
“That’s it, Lindsey. That’s your position, Linds. Arch your butt like that. Oh yeah, shove against me, mmm, baby,” Angel whispers. “Push back against me, squeeze me tight. It feels so gooooood. So hot you are, so incredibly beautiful like this. Give it to me, baby, like I know you can, like you’ve always dreamed.”
Love, tender and aching, fills Lindsey’s heart. The realization that Angel loves what he’s doing, the thought that he’s pleasing his vampire, add another dimension to this extended sexplay. Lindsey pushes aside his pain, shoves it as far away as he can. He will keep going for as long as Angel demands, if that’s what his lover wants.
Indeed, the pain isn’t that great, he realizes. The pleasure is too powerful, mixed in with the knowledge of his lover’s bliss, his master’s approval. He submits and Angel has told him how much that submission pleases him. It doubles Lindsey’s excitement and his hips pump harder with the encroaching climax.
However, Angel removes himself again, ignoring Lindsey’s anguished howl. He pulls up the mortal so Lindsey is resting on his knees in the bed. He swivels the smaller man until he’s facing the mirror again and thrusts into him.
This time the vampire doesn’t slow his pace. His hips snap back and forth, hard, the soreness reawakening. But Lindsey doesn’t care. He senses that this is it, the moment he’s been craving since they entered this sensual palace of delight and torture, and he would gladly slither over broken glass if he would be allowed to cum after it.
“Yes, fuck, yes, give it to me, don’t stop, dontstopdontstopdontstop,” he raves.
Angel growls. Shoving himself off the bed, he forces Lindsey to stand and Angel’s greater height forces him on to the balls of his feet.
This close, Lindsey can see in the mirror what his lover sees. It’s incredible, the changes that lovemaking has made to his body. His limp hair clings to his face with rivulets of sweat. His nipples are distended to almost twice their normal size and his engorged cock is now an impossible purple. It doesn’t beat against his belly any more. Filled with trapped blood, it hangs heavily at near right angles to his billowing stomach.
Angel dips his head to the scar in Lindsey’s neck. He swipes his tongue along the worn ridged flesh and whispers one word.
“Now.”
Lindsey’s body tenses. His back bows in an arch almost painful as the long-delayed orgasm erupts from him.
“AhhhHHHHHH!!” He screams, his body flopping in Angel’s grip, the vampire’s arms around his waist the only things keeping him upright. Semen bullets from his cock to splatter against the mirror. It arches in impossible streams, hitting the shiny surface repeatedly with lewd splashes of sound.
Angel is cumming too and the demon’s orgasm is too much for Lindsey to hold. The cold semen fills his ass and overflows, some of the liquid seeping from his punished hole to splatter on the carpet. Lindsey sees this in the mirror as well and the sight of his lover’s pleasure is enough to trigger another, secondary pulse from him.
They are cumming together, screams, sobs and demonic howls filling the room. The mutual emissions seem to go on forever but in reality must last only a few minutes. Finally spent, Lindsey slumps bonelessly in Angel’s arms. The vampire slowly shuffles him backwards and falls back on the bed, Lindsey’s back coming to rest against his front.
Lindsey is so exhausted that it is several minutes before he realizes that Angel is still snugly encased in his ass. He doesn’t feel quite as—large as he usually does. But the stiffness is worrying, to say the least.
“Angel…?”
“Like I said, we’re here for the weekend, Lindsey. So things are just getting started.”
“WHAT?!?” Before Lindsey can protest, Angel has clamped his hands around Lindsey’s waist and begins raising and lowering him over the dick swelling and filling his ass once again.
“Oh no, Angel, please, please stop. I’m too sore!” Lindsey begs even as his own desire rises again, biting his lip against its renewal.
“Are you sure, baby?” Angel asks. One hand snakes over Lindsey’s thigh and runs a finger over the mortal’s cock. It leaps in response to that feather-light touch and a sob burbles from Lindsey, his hips bobbing against his will.
“Yes…yes, oh god, yes…I mean, no, don’t…” But his protests are fading, his feeble denials turning to guttural groans as the pleasure surges upwards.
Angel laughs. “Lindsey, look at yourself. Does that look like a ‘no’ to you?”
Lindsey returns bleary eyes to the glass. The lower part of the mirror is clouded with spent seed but the rest is clear enough to show what is happening to him. Finger-shaped dents in his skin outline his waist. His hands are braced on unseen thighs, his knees akimbo, his flaccid cock slowly erecting in response to the renewed rubbings in his interior walls. His frame is rising and lowering as if he were magically levitating himself, as if Lindsey and Lindsey alone were responsible for the heat curling over his flesh.
“You want me to stop, Lindsey?” Angel has sat up behind him, his broad unmoving chest pressed against Lindsey’s back. He lips Lindsey’s ear, nuzzles at his scar.
He knows damn well what pressure in that spot does to Lindsey. Lindsey sees the scar twist in the mirror, get wet with saliva, feels the bliss beating there like another heartbeat.
“You’re so beautiful, so splendid like this. Every part of you calls for me, is turned over for pleasure—mine and yours.” Angel thrusts faster, pistons Lindsey harder over his cock, licks harder at the scar.
“Shall I stop?”
Yes, dammit, yes. Too sore, can’t take this… “No.”
A growl of triumph is his answer. Then the fangs slide effortlessly into Lindsey’s throat.
Orgasm explodes, a flashing sheet of white eradicating Lindsey’s senses—vision, hearing, touch, everything—all vanish to be replaced by a wild, inhuman ecstasy. It is so great, it’s as if Lindsey becomes the pleasure rather than merely experiences it.
He is screaming in rapture but unaware of it. Lindsey topples over the edge into oblivion and his lover’s arms are there to catch him as he falls.

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