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.Marc ignored the pleading in his eyes as he approached Blake, one mug in each hand, and set one on the table in front of Blake.He was rather proud of himself for not showing any reaction, and even prouder for not spilling any blood."Drink," he said, his voice wavering a little, and demonstrated by bringing the mug to his lips.By the time he had finished emptying it, Blake still hadn't touched his own 290Blurred Bloodlines [2nd in Blurred Trilogy]by Kallystenmug.His eyes were set on Marc, unblinking, the pupils so dilated that they left only a thin rim of brown."Come on," Marc sighed, setting his mug down on the table and reaching for Blake's."You haven't had any blood since."Before he could grab the second mug, Blake's fingers curled around his hand, the touch tentative and fleeting.Marc tried to pull free, but surprisingly enough, Blake held on, his hesitation disappearing as he pulled Marc's hand toward his face.Marc was shocked when Blake led his fingers to rest against his lips.He held very still as Blake kissed his fingers, then his palm, before pulling Marc's hand closer so that it cupped his cheek.The gesture caused Marc's throat to tighten painfully.Before all this had started, he had sometimes caught sight of Blake touching Kate like this, with a gentleness that betrayed just how much he loved her.He and Blake had never had much use for these kinds of gestures, though, or the tender words that always seemed to accompany them.At that moment, however, words seemed necessary.There were things that Marc couldn't, wouldn't say, but he could still try to comfort Blake."It's OK," he murmured, his thumb idly stroking Blake's cheek."Everything will be OK, Childe."He wasn't too sure how he ended up kneeling on the floor between Blake's parted legs.Both his hands now framed Blake's face, fingers threaded in his hair as Marc drew him down.The time for soft gestures and words had passed, and it was with his full force that Marc pressed his mouth to 291Blurred Bloodlines [2nd in Blurred Trilogy]by KallystenBlake's and coaxed his lips open.He pushed his tongue in without finesse and drew it back as Blake's tongue tentatively touched it, repeating the motions, using his tongue to fuck Blake's mouth the same way he craved to fuck his body.He couldn't, though, or so he tried to remember even as he willingly forgot everything else.Not until Blake was free of the invisible bonds that still held him, not until he could say, in no uncertain terms, that he wanted it, wanted Marc, truly and without reserve.With the confidence that came from familiarity, one of his hands slid down Blake's torso and over his cock, wrapping around the base just tight enough to make Blake gasp against Marc's mouth.There was no teasing, no taking it slow; it was difficult enough for Marc not to join in and receive his own pleasure from the act.Making it last too long would have broken his resolve to do this for Blake, and only Blake.Ignorant of this, Blake started reaching down for the fastenings of Marc's pants, but Marc broke off the kiss and stopped him."None of that, now," he said in a quiet rumble.Blake complied immediately, his hands resting on his thighs.His breathing was already faster, his heart reaching the now-familiar rhythm that told Marc exactly how close he was to pleasure.Marc's tempo only accelerated as he leaned forward to place small, gentle bites over Blake's chest.Blood pulsed just below the slightly salted skin, so close and tantalizing that it was driving him half mad with want.It was all Marc could do to stop himself from plunging into Blake, fangs, cock, or both.292Blurred Bloodlines [2nd in Blurred Trilogy]by KallystenIt was over with the sudden snap of Blake's hips, his back arching away from the chair as he let out a noise, half gasp, half moan, that made Marc's cock throb even more painfully within the confines of his pants.As he watched Blake slowly regain control of his breathing, Marc mindlessly brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.It wasn't the same as tasting Blake's blood, but it would have to do.The action seemed to captivate Blake, and his eyes had such hunger in them that Marc offered him one finger tipped in pearly-white.Blake blinked and leaned forward very slowly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]