Ira's POV 3.2

It reminds you exactly why having sex with humans is so fun.

It’s even better than you imagined, as it turns out, Regan’s blow-job skills. He knows just what to do, and not just to your cock. He scrapes his teeth along your abs, nuzzles his face against your balls, even strokes your shaft against his cheek. This isn’t some half-hearted, put upon blow-job, Regan’s loving every minute of it.

He tells you as much, tells you how he wants your cock inside him again. Oral sex has never felt so like actual sex before. It’s awesome.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, but you’re not directing him. You’re more than content to let him play, but you’re getting close already and he hasn’t even sucked you yet, so you tell him.

If anything it only makes him more mischievous. That hot tongue finds its way up your cock in a long pull. You’re not even done crying out when he laps at your balls. Finally, he takes you in his mouth, and the heat is exquisite. It reminds you exactly why having sex with humans is so fun.

He’s not afraid to use his tongue, swirling it around the head, licking the slit. As he takes you into his throat he undulates it against the bottom of your cock. Not many people have been able to take you down all the way, but it looks like Regan just might top that list. In no time at all his nose is brushing your stomach, and he’s deep-throating you better than some people who haven’t had to worry about breathing.

Distantly you worry that you might crush his skull between your hands, but he hasn’t complained yet so you must not be squeezing too hard. That’s always the risk with humans, but it’s turning out to be more than worth it. Regan’s turning out to be worth it. He fucks like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing. He fucks all out like a vampire, but there’s something in his pure enjoyment of doing it that’s distinctly human.

And he is enjoying it. You haven’t done a thing to reciprocate, but you notice his hand down his pants. He’s got his cock out and stroking it, he’s rock-fucking-hard just from sucking you off. Maybe this boy, this sexy, skinny, blond boy, might just make the perfect bottom. Rurik’s gonna be beside himself with jealousy.

Your estimation of his skills rise even further as he swallows around your cock. How his muscles find the space to move with your cock down his throat, you have no idea, but it feels like dying. He does it again, and you can feel your orgasm galloping toward you. Pulling back a bit he hums, the vibration dancing down your cock straight to the base of your balls. That might have been enough to make you come all on its own, but then Regan surges forward and sucks you down to to the base all at once. Somehow, through it all, you remember your monotheistic swearing.

“Oh, God!”

Frantically your hands jerk on his head, trying to convince to come up. Most humans don’t swallow unless you specifically ask, but it’s too late. You’re coming and there’s nothing to be done about it. Regan doesn’t seem to mind. Actually, he’s moaning and shaking, and you realize he’s reaching his own orgasm. You almost come again at that thought, that Regan comes just from having your cock in his mouth.

Eventually he pulls back, making a show of licking his lips. He finds your kleenex and cleans up, scooting up to lay across your chest. Absently, your arm folds across him.

Sighing in contentment, you mumble, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

He laughs, but it’s not really a joke. You’re heart’s beating faster than the day it died. You can’t quite decipher if that’s a good sign.

Cross Reference: Courting Death Chapter Eight