Patrick gasped sharply as Spike redoubled his efforts, the powerful snap of the vampireās hips driving him down hard into the mattress. The force was relentless, skin slapping loudly against skin with every deep, punishing thrust. He felt Spike bottom out again and again, stretching and filling him completely.
A low, broken moan tore from Patrickās throat as he did his best to clench tight around the thick length inside him, trying to milk every inch. The pleasure bordered on overwhelming, his own cock trapped between their bodies and leaking steadily against his stomach.
When Spike finally came with a deep groan, pulsing hot and hard inside him, Patrick shuddered beneath the vampire. He could feel every throb, every spurt as Spike emptied into him, hips still working through the last few erratic strokes to ride out his release.
āThere we areā¦ā Spike growled.
Patrickās head fell back against the pillows, lips parted in a wrecked moan. His body trembled with aftershocks, clenching rhythmically around Spikeās cock as he savored the feeling of being filled so thoroughly.
āFuckā¦ yes,ā Patrick breathed, voice hoarse and satisfied. One hand reached up to tangle in platinum hair, pulling Spike down into a messy, hungry kiss while his other hand gripped the vampireās hip, holding him deep.
He rolled his hips slowly, deliberately, drawing out the sensation as he kissed Spike with raw affection and lingering heat.
āThatās my good boy,ā Patrick whispered against his lips, green eyes dark with pleasure. āFilling me up so wellā¦ I can feel you dripping out of me already.ā
He kissed him again, slower this time, nipping at Spikeās lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. His legs stayed locked around the vampireās waist, keeping him buried inside as the silver sigils on Patrickās chest glowed with warm, sated light.
