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Sam grinned, stepped close, and tentatively pulled Aurelian's head down for a kiss, to seal the deal and because he just wanted to taste the guy again.

And oh, god, he tasted good. He tasted like toothpaste, which Sam thought was a little weird and oddly considerate - why else would you brush your teeth when you weren't going to bed, if not in preparation for kissing someone? Minty.

And then Aurelian's hands were on either side of his head, palms against his cheeks, long fingers running into his hair, and Sam's arms dropped and looped around Aurelian's waist, holding the two of them close together, and he thought Aurelian murmured something into his open mouth but he wasn't sure. They rubbed up against each other, hip to hip, Sam's cock filling and pushing painfully against the fabric of his black dress pants. He moaned into Aurelian's mouth as Aurelian's leg nudged between his thighs, grinding against him, making his skin shiver and his balls ache.

He wanted to tell Aurelian exactly what he wanted - you, in me, on the floor, now - but he couldn't pull his mouth away, couldn't get enough power into his brain to form a coherent sentence, couldn't get enough breath into his lungs to push the words out. He finally managed to pull his head back, but Aurelian ducked his head and took the opportunity to fasted his mouth on the side of Sam's jaw, nibbling and sucking and working his way down to Sam's neck. While Aurelian's lips and tongue trailed down Sam's skin his hands pushed Sam's suit jacket off his shoulders, and for a split second Sam wished he hadn't taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, because now Aurelian was sucking up a mark on his neck like he was trying to suck Sam's blood right through the skin, and for that one brief moment Sam was terrified he was going to get bitten anyway.

For a following brief moment he didn't care, because damn, could Aurelian work that mouth. The vampire didn't have to breathe and didn't have to stop, and Sam clung to him and dug hands into his ass and ground against him and moaned and panted into his dark hair and he wanted and he needed and he was either going to pass out right here in the hallway of this house, or he was going to come in his pants.

He hadn't realized they'd been moving until he backed into the stairs, which surprised him so much he stumbled and fell on them, dragging Aurelian down on top of him. They didn't even let go of each other, although Sam said "Ow" as he hit the stairs, and "Oof" as Aurelian landed on him, and "Ohh" as Aurelian wedged his hand between then and fondled Sam's hard-on through his pants.

"We can't... not... not on the... stairs," Sam panted. "Oh, god.... Aurelian... Jesus...." Aurelian hadn't stopped stroking him and hadn't stopped nibbling on his neck, and now moved his head up and closed his mouth over Sam's again and basically went back to fucking his mouth with his tongue. Sam arched into the touch - both touches - and squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position on the stairs, which were digging into his back in very painful places.

"Samuel, caro mio," Aurelian murmured, "calore mio...." Sam wanted to ask him to speak English but he couldn't get his throat to form those sounds coming out of him into words. He could only sigh and moan and then he was begging, in a voice that didn't even sound like his, begging Aurelian to touch him, please god, he wanted to feel Aurelian's skin against his, wanted.... He wasn't sure specifically what he wanted.

Aurelian pulled back and looked down. He wasn't even flushed, but his eyes were huge and dark, his lips swollen, his mouth half-open and smiling. Sam grinned, or at least tried to. He was tense and relaxed at the same time, straining for something and ready to melt all over the stairway.

"Aurelian..." he said, but the vampire put two fingers against his lips. Sam opened his mouth, pulled those fingers inside, and sucked on them, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of his racing pulse to the suction on Aurelian's fingertips. He wasn't even sure what he was doing, he was going on instinct, but apparently it was the right thing, because Aurelian's expression changed to something like wonder and understanding, and his hand on Sam's cock moved to unbuckle Sam's belt, unbutton and unzip his pants, wriggle inside his boxers and close around his prick. Sam gasped at the touch, his back arching, and Aurelian pulled his fingers back.

He slid down the length of Sam's body, like a snake, ending on his knees on the floor, lifting Sam's hips to pull down his pants and his boxers. Aurelian nuzzled his nose against the base of Sam's cock, his chin rubbing the sensitive reddened skin of Sam's freed cock, and then he lifted his head, smiled at Sam, his look this time sly and sexy and as much of a warning as Sam got before lips closed around the head of his cock and that mouth swallowed him down.

Sam dug his hands in Aurelian's hair, pulling it free of its tie, and his hips thrust and his head fell back on the step above him with a thunk and he saw stars as Aurelian sucked slowly and strongly and oh, Jesus, so hungrily, his tongue tasting and teasing and those fangs - fangs! - grazing Sam's over-sensitized skin as gently as possible, nowhere near breaking his skin, scratching just enough to make Sam quiver and moan. He felt the muscles in his thighs and belly jump and twitch as Aurelian hummed, as throat muscles clenched and released, as steady fingers rolled his balls around on a cool dry palm.

He couldn't feel the stair under his back any more, couldn't feel where it dug into his spine, couldn't feel anything except Aurelian's silky hair tangled in his fingers and Aurelian's mouth pulling the strength out of him. He couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't say anything, except he was saying something, at least words were coming out of his mouth, incoherent babbling and moaning and pleading and Oh god oh god so good so hot Jesus Christ I'm gonna come.

He bucked up into Aurelian's mouth and spasmed and screamed as he came.

He collapsed against the stairs as Aurelian sucked more gently, holding Sam in his mouth until he came back down and started breathing more normally. A hand stroked his hip. He tried to catch his breath, but he managed to lift his head and look down - he saw that dark head bobbing gently between his legs, his hands still fisted in Aurelian's hair, and god damn if that didn't start to make him hard again.

"Holy fuck," he panted. "That was... better than the first time. Oh, man, Aurelian, that was... that was... unbelievable. So hot, so good...."

"As are you," Aurelian said softly, lifting his head and licking his lips. "I love the way you taste." Sam blushed. He wasn't used to compliments like that. None of his girlfriends had ever said that. But then, none of them swallowed, and none of them could make him scream so loud.

He'd occasionally and idly wondered what it would be like to get a blow job from a guy, more so since he settled it in his head that he liked guys, but he'd never imagined the difference would be this pronounced. He'd loved his ex-girlfriends in his own way, and he'd always liked sex with them, but this? This was a whole other definition for the word. He almost felt bad for them - Coretta and Donnabelle and Gina and Shelly - his exes, because now they paled in comparison with this man between his legs, this man who had made him scream and was even now making him hard again.

"Gotta do that again," Sam said, grinning. "Let's go upstairs and try it another way. These steps are digging into my spine."

"I do not think I could make it up the stairs," Aurelian murmured. He settled back on his thighs on the floor and untied Sam's shoes, pulled them off, pulled off his socks, and pulled off his pants, but pulled up his boxer shorts. Sam blinked.

"Um, hello?"

"Don't mind me." Aurelian stood, offered Sam his hand. Sam took it and let Aurelian pull him to his feet. The vampire pulled a little too hard and Sam fell against him, one hand falling on Aurelian's shoulder and the other getting trapped between them at groin level.

"Oh...." Aurelian was hard and hot inside his own pants, so Sam stroked him, experiementally, and was rewarded with a throat-deep groan. He smiled a little sly smile of his own. "Wanna fuck me on the floor?" Aurelian's eyes widened, then closed halfway in what was obviously a yes.

"Not here," he said. "The floor is too hard. Come with me." He led Sam into the music room and as if on some psychic signal they both sank to the floor by the piano bench, landing on their knees and kissing again.

These kisses were just as bone-melting as the ones before, but there was a little more desperation behind them, which Sam eventually understood as Aurelian's own need to get off. He tried to explain what he wanted, having figured it out, but Aurelian seemed to know. The vampire took one of Sam's hands and guided it to his cock again. Sam took the hint and brought his other hand between them to get Aurelian's pants open, and they both rose up on their knees so Aurelian could push his pants down off his hips and Sam could wriggle out of his boxers. They were both still wearing their shirts, which Sam would have found really funny (and funny-looking) if he'd been able to spare a second to think about it.

But he had other things to think about - Aurelian's mouth on his collarbone, sucking up another mark above the bone, and Aurelian's hands reaching behind him and squeezing his ass, and their cocks straining together, rubbing and sliding and nudging and leaking and it wasn't enough.

"Want you," Aurelian murmured into his skin. "Want your heat, your heart, want to be inside you."

"Yeah," was Sam's answer. "Now, god, please, want you too...."

Aurelian let go of him, pulled his shoulders up, turned him so he was facing the piano bench. Sam stared at the piano keys on the other side. Aurelian lifted his hips, reminded him "You wanted to be on your hands and knees, did you not?" and Sam took the hint. He lay across the bench, his chest on the polished wood, his ass in the air, his cock bobbing and trembling and then jerking as Aurelian's fingers closed around it and slowly started to pull.

"Oh god," Sam moaned, "like that... just... yeah...." He held on to the sides of the bench but still jumped a little when he felt Aurelian's tongue on the base of his spine, that mouth and those lips trailing down to his ass, and then he jumped for real as Aurelian's tongue nudged inside him. "Fuck!" he cried.

"No?" Aurelian asked behind him, his voice husky, taking on that velvety darkness that made Sam's stomach clench and his heart skip inside his rubcage. Sam couldn't see what Aurelian was doing, but he felt Aurelian's mouth on his skin again, felt the vampire's tongue questing insistently, felt it slide inside him and this time he moaned. It was weird, slippery and warm and an odd shape, but it felt good. Felt really good. Sam pushed back almost unconsciously, wanting more.

His hands were gripping the edges of the piano bench so hard his fingers hurt and he rocked back against Aurelian's mouth, and then the tongue was gone and he thought he could hear Aurelian spit and rub his hands together, and he hoped it meant Aurelian was slicking himself up, and then he felt hands on his hips, very strong hands, holding him steady as Aurelian guided himself in.

Sam rocked back, pushing against Aurelian's hips, trying to get that cock farther inside him, trying to pull Aurelian so far inside that the vampire was wholly under his skin. He held the piano bench and rocked and moaned and lost breath and lost time as one hand of fingers dug into his hips and the other hand stroked his cock to the pulse of Aurelian's thrusts, and they found a rhythm and moved together, so in synch it was scary. Sam panted and pleaded and moaned as Aurelian pounded into him, shifting his hips and changing his angle and leaning down to lick the back of Sam's neck.

"So beautiful," the vampire murmured heavily in his ear. "So alive. So good. So warm around me, and so tight, and so perfect.... I could do this until the end of time, Samuel, I could move inside you, could fuck you forever, I will never tire, do not want to stop...."

"Don't," Sam gasped, "don't stop."

Aurelian obviously had no intention of doing such a thing. It didn't seem to take that long before Sam was trembling on his knees, muscles bunching and shaking, his hands squeezing the edges of the piano bench as his ass squeezed Aurelian's cock and he cried out and came in great spurts between Aurelian's fingers. Aurelian moaned above him and Sam felt it all through his body, felt Aurelian's hips shoving into him and Aurelian's cock shooting inside him and Aurelian's words falling on his head.

And then it was over, for the second time that night. Sam lay across the bench and Aurelian lay on him, and after a bit Aurelian pulled out, gathered Sam into his arms, and lay down with him on the Persian rug.

"Shit," Sam said, when he could breathe again.

"Good?"

"Better."

"Stay with me tonight." Aurelian kissed him lightly.

"Ok."

"Stay with me after tonight."

"Ok."

"Stay with me forever."

"I'll try."

They grinned at each other.

"Guess it's official, huh?" Sam said. Aurelian nodded. Sam didn't think he'd ever seen someone look so happy. He felt himself drifting off and shook himself awake with a visible effort.

"We should go upstairs," Aurelian told him. "I will show you the master bedroom." That made Sam laugh. Usually you got to see the bedroom as a prelude to sex, not as an afterthought. He felt as if everything about this was backwards. He didn't actually give a rat's ass. It felt right to him, and if it happened weirdly, so what? It was still happening.

They eventually got up, collected their clothes (Sam put his boxers back on, mostly because he felt too strangely exposed walking around the house without any pants), went upstairs and down the hall and to the master bedroom. It was big, as Sam expected, with a big bathroom with a big tub - was it a jacuzzi tub? - and a large glass-walled shower. He would have boggled if he was more awake, but he was still impressed.

"Nice," he said.

"I like it. Would you like something to sleep in? My pajama pants will probably be too long for you, but you can roll the bottoms up."

"Ok." Sam had always thought it was cute when girls wore their boyfriends clothes to bed - t-shirts and boxers and sweatpants - and this was the same thing, wasn't it? As weird as it was to think some other guy might find him cute, Sam liked the idea of wearing Aurelian's pajamas.

The vampire produced a pair of soft dark green cotton sleep pants, which Sam put on. He threw his clothes on a chair and climbed into the bed, which was at least as big as he'd expected. Actually, it was huge, and the pillows were just firm enough, and the sheets were cool and the mattress was really fucking comfortable. He wiggled under the blankets and watched interestedly but tiredly as Aurelian undressed and put on his own pajamas, these white with a blue pinstripe. They looked very classically pajama-bottom to Sam, which didn't surprise him. He grinned, and Aurelian caught his look and grinned back.

"Like the bottoms," Sam said. Aurelian slid into bed next to him. "Oh, uh, I didn't know what side of the bed you slept on, does it matter to you?"

"No. All that matters is you."

"Oh." Sam blushed again, then grinned and planted a kiss on Aurelian's amazing mouth. "I think... it's gonna be weird. I know it's gonna be weird. I don't care. You're fucking incredible, not to mention incredible fucking, and... I really like you. And this, whatever it is, it's... it's right. It feels right. You know what I mean?" He was afraid he was babbling again, but he was sated and tired and was unsurprised to realize he was looking forward to waking up next to Aurelian.

"I know what you mean." Aurelian leaned in and kissed him back, his hand stroking Sam's hip and his feet rubbing the backs of Sam's calves. "Good night, Sam. Go to sleep."

"Uh-huh.... G'night...." He rolled over around onto his stomach, pushing back into Aurelian, settling into the mattress and into the body lying next to him and into this strange new thing. He felt Aurelian's arm around his waist and Aurelian's head on his shoulder and Aurelian's legs now tangling with his, and he was happy, and that was his last coherent thought as he fell asleep.

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