Aether

David turned his head a little to look back at him, eyebrow lifting. “You could fuck me while you bite me,” he said. And then his pulse jumped. “I mean…Unless that’s not how you…” He stumbled over his words.

Porter didn’t rush him. Blood loss had side effects. Even if he wasn’t trapped by the day, he wouldn’t be leaving David until he was totally recovered.

David scrubbed a hand over his face. “Give me a second, kitten.”

He kissed his neck, giving him all the seconds.

David hummed low in his chest and then, to Porter’s surprise, he moved. Not that exquisitely tempting rock of his hips or the roll of his shoulders back against his chest. No, he got up and turned around. It was as impressive as it was surprising. “Davey…” he started to warn, but the shifter grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him. Porter moaned into that mouth, his body already on fire from the new blood in his system and the way David had trusted him.

The hand slid from the back of his neck to the front, the way they both knew he liked, making Porter’s pulse race with excitement. 

David’s pulse was fast too.

Porter broke the kiss to gasp, skin electric with want, but something in the back of his head still fighting to push forward. “Sweetheart…”

“Mhm?” David nuzzled the side of his head, one hand still around his throat while the other moved up his thigh.

Porter’s thoughts blanked again when the shifter slid a hand into his underwear, squeezing him. He bucked into that touch, blood raging through his whole body. But then why was there that warning bell going off? This was perfect. This was everything he wanted.

David pumped him in hand, rough and steady.

He moaned. “Squeeze,” he said, not even caring whether it was the hand on his neck or the one on his dick.

David did.

Porter groaned, eyes shut. He pushed his thigh up, between David’s, surprised out of his own reverie when he realized his partner was only semi-hard. Before he could wonder, he realized it was probably the bloodloss.

David’s heart was still beating fast.

Too fast.

Porter felt like he’d suddenly woken up. David was trying to get him off–trying to do what he knew Porter liked–and like the selfish fuck he was, Porter was going along with it. Shifters regenerated faster than humans but not that fast.

Porter put a hand to David’s chest. His heart was pounding, his breath uneven. He was on the verge of passing out. He pushed him back enough to look up at him, to see those dark, unfocused eyes trying to meet his gaze. Before he could even put a stop to this, David lost his grip on him. His eyes rolled and his body went slack.

Catching him wasn’t hard, he was literally on top of him. Porter turned them, laying David on his back and straddling his waist. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck,” he swore at himself.

In a matter of seconds David was blinking awake again, frowning in confusion. “What–”

Porter kept hands on him, trying to ground and reassure him through contact. “You’re okay. Just take a second.”

“What happened?” He tried to sit up and Porter easily held him down.

“You fainted.”

David’s brow crease was back and his mouth twisted in a smirk. “No I didn’t.”

“You did.” Porter was not smiling back. He couldn’t believe he’d let this happen. “I know you’re new to bloodloss sex but…what the fuck?”

David groaned, closing his eyes again and rubbing at the side of his head. “Well, I didn’t expect to pass out,” he countered.

Porter hissed at him once and then moved with vampiric speed, off the bed and to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the whole bottle of juice, back to the bed before David had even opened his eyes again. “I can’t believe I let you do that,” he said more to himself than the shifter, uncapping the orange juice. Of course David bought the good stuff, not the watered down sugar water, but the actual pressed oranges. Porter would have poked fun if he wasn’t so preoccupied.

David sat up against the headboard, taking the bottle. “Sorry.”

That one word was like a kick to the chest. “Why did you…” he started and stopped, clicking his teeth in irritation at himself. He kept saying it wrong. He kept making it sound like David had been in the wrong. Porter was the one that knew better. He should have been the one taking care of his partner in that moment, not the other way around. It had been going so well. The bite had been good and David had been so relaxed, he’d even been asking for more and then…

He watched the shifter drain half the bottle of juice and take a few more breaths.

“Do you think I need to fuck like that?”

David’s eyes opened. He looked more focused and sharp than he had since the bite. His heartbeat sounded steady again too. Recovery time on shifters was amazing and he had never been more happy about it than now. “What?”

Porter was on the bed with him again. “You suggested I fuck you but then… Sweetheart, do you think I need you to pin me to get off?”

The pause was the answer. David was choosing words, or considering that he had in fact thought that and maybe it was wrong. “You like it how you like it… and I am very happy to give it to you,” he said.

Porter really fucked this up. David had pushed himself because he thought he had to play a certain role for him. “I definitely have my kinks,” he acknowledged. “But it doesn’t always have to be… We can do it differently.”

David huffed like Porter was making something out of nothing now. “I am a fan of how we do things. Don’t worry about it.” He drank more juice.

“Do you like being the one fucked sometimes?”

David coughed on his drink and gave Porter a deathstare like he’d timed it on purpose. He had.

Porter pressed. “It’s important to me that you don’t do anything you don’t want to do–”

“I wasn’t.”

He was pretty sure the memory of David trying to jerk him off while passing out would haunt him, and that was fucking saying something considering the shit Porter had seen and done. 

“And I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do either. So, we’re good.”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Porter pointed out.

David drained the last of the juice and put the empty bottle on the bedside table. “What question, kitten?”

“You know what question.”

David sighed. “I like a lot of things, but I don’t need them.”

Something about that sentence made him pause. Was he suggested he needed Porter? Enough to give up on some stuff he might like but think Porter wasn’t into?

He touched the side of David’s neck, the wound from his teeth healed over but still red. “In the future, I will take better care of you after I bite you,” he said quietly, like something just between them.

David huffed a laugh, his hand settling on Porter’s thighs. “I do not need you to take care of me.”

He watched him carefully. Their relationship had been built on casual sex–on a certain flavor of sex that might suggest David was the one in charge. Did he feel responsible to stay in that role all the time just because they fucked like that? Was there any aspect of his like where he wasn’t the one taking care of everyone else? “Just because when we fuck, I like you to pin me down and make it hurt…doesn’t mean you have to always be in control of everything.”

“I like how we fuck,” David said again, an edge to it now like he was having to defend it.

Porter slid his hand higher, to brush his thumb against David’s jaw, keeping contact and affection so that he’d know this wasn’t a fight. “I know. I’m saying it’s okay if you want to do things differently sometimes. Like… maybe if you want me to slowly fuck you into the mattress while I bite you next time?”

David held his breath, like he wasn’t sure how to respond. Did he think Porter was teasing him? Or bluffing?

“Or maybe if you want to ride me while you choke me…”

David blushed and looked away.

Porter felt himself growing hard again just at that surprising reaction. “I could bounce you on my–”

David forced a laugh. “Bounce me?” he asked, words dripping in doubt.

He blinked at his lover and then smiled slowly to flash his fangs. “Sweetheart, I think sometimes you forget what I am.”

“How can I forget? You just had your teeth in me.”

Porter stifled a moan at the memory, that blood still hot under his skin. “You know I can lift you, right?”

David scoffed, about to say something else–probably deflect again–when Porter moved. He switched their positions. David had to brace himself against Porter’s shoulders when the sudden shift made him dizzy. It wasn’t fair, of course. Porter was faster because he shifter blood in his veins while David was still dealing with blood loss. He should feel guilty, but he didn’t. He had his back to the headboard and David Shaw was sitting in his lap, looking very surprised to be there. “Porter… You don’t have to–”

Porter squeezed those thick thighs through the soft sweatpants, sliding his hands under them and then slowly lifting the other man. David’s eyes widened a fraction. Porter held his gaze, lowering him just as slowly, raising him up and and lowering again, this time bumping them together.

David’s breath caught, his dick hard. “Fuck…”

Porter grinned. “You like that?”

David blushed again, his heart beating faster.

Porter realized that David might have been fucked before, but it hadn’t been like this–he might never have even imagined this or how he’d feel about it. “We enjoy our favorite way of doing things together…but we can explore other ones too if we want.”

The shifter was quiet for long seconds, a low groan escaping him when Porter brought him down again, bumping their clothed erections together. 

David visibly shivered.

To think, just a couple hours ago he'd been thinking how he needed to end things, needed to push him away for his own good.