“Ah,
my love has grown over time and has now turned into a problem for me and my
lover. Dale, despite all I have done to forget, I cannot, I will not. I will
fight anyone for you, including my beloved. He must understand how much you
mean to me.” Ryland finished his sentence and placed
his feathered pen on top of the desk. Right now, thoughts of the handsome human
roamed his mind, driving him wild, and his imagination changing into a romantic
movie on playback.
“Dale… what have you done to me, oh
sweet one?” Ryland leaned back in the chair, still naked from the copulation
he’d enjoyed with his brother. For the
first time, he wasn’t embarrassed by his own body. He walked proudly about the
house, his cock bobbed against his belly, hardening at the thought of Dale
Mooney. “Suddenly, I want you to be more than just an inspiration for my
books.” Ryland shook his hair out from
in front of his face and lowered his lids. “Why can’t my brother understand how
good we’d be together?”
To enjoy the late night air, he stood
near the window to feel the cool breeze.
At
times, even a vampire could appreciate the weather in New Orleans.
Although upset by his brother’s
departure, Ryland knew in his cold heart Ryder would be back. Perhaps some time
away from one another would be best. He would realize what they had and how it
could be enhanced by the addition of Dale Mooney. Ryland had spent the last few
days thinking about it and concluded:
the majority of their issues would be solved if Dale said yes.
If
he says yes.
Would
he agree to be their lover? Why wouldn’t he want two loving immortals caring
and nurturing him as he needed? Much like Ryland and Ryder, Dale and his
younger brother Waylon spent a good part of their childhood without parents,
only to be cared for by Dorthea Mooney who took them both in when they were ten
and nine. Surely they could relate, even if only on that point. No one would
understand Dale better than Ryland and Ryder.
“Mmph…” Aroused at the thought of him, Ryland
leaned his head against the glass pane and sucked in a breath. He tugged at his
dick, inciting pre-cum from the slit. “Oh, Dale, I would love to pierce the
sweet spot between your thighs.” Ryland threw his head back and stared at the
designs in the ceiling. His hand moved swiftly over his own flesh, pulling,
yanking. He gnashed his teeth together, feeling the heat surrounding him. “Oh…
fu−ugh.” Ryland hadn’t known himself to curse during sex, but his arousal
started to get the best of him. He quickened his pulling, rubbing his own
release into his skin. Close to eruption, his nipples hardened, and his eyes rolled
back in his head. Images of Dale on all fours, taking him completely caused the
climax to happen quickly. “Dale.” Ryland shuddered, and his lips quivered.
Colorful lights flashed in front of his eyes. “Ugh.” Ryland shot long streams
of jizz onto the glass, giving any possible onlookers quite the show. None of it
bothered him at all, unlike before, when he’d be embarrassed showing any bit of
skin.
How could this be that he didn’t care
about being exposed during a very personal moment? He’d begun watching adult
films a lot more, masturbating to the content. Obviously his brother’s wild
tendencies were becoming part of Ryland’s personality, and actually, in a way,
he liked it.
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