Becomes the Rose by Pelaam

Boyce’s clan and of several others in this vicinity as well as elsewhere. I am very pleased to meet you, Tarin. Your bravery and resourcefulness saved people precious to me.”
    “Thank you,” Tarin said, extending his hand to the blond and blushing.
    “You’re a lucky man, Boyce,” Varick said. “He’s quite exquisite. Now, I’m not so old that I don’t know you’re both itching to be alone. So I will do this very quickly and arrange for a more formal celebration in due course. Pascal du Bois, is this the man you wish to take as your consort?”
    “Yes, he is,” Boyce said, filled with love as he gazed at his lover.
    “Tarin Medway, do you wish to become as one of us, a denizen of twilight, and do you want to be taken as consort of Boyce?”
    “I do,” Tarin said without hesitation.
    “Then I suggest you make your arrangements with Flynn, and I will see you both when Tarin has recovered.”
    “Thank you, Varick,” Boyce said. He almost dragged Tarin from the room, speaking rapidly to Flynn before scooping Tarin in his arms and returning him to his bedroom.
    Tarin was stunned to find they were both naked, his lover already kneeling between his spread thighs, within seconds.
    “Boyce,” he moaned, desperate to progress their lovemaking.
     
     
    Boyce understood the unspoken urgency. A low, feral growl escaped him as he settled over Tarin, pushing his weight onto the younger man. He aligned their already hard members and ground down. In response, Tarin whimpered, pushing upwards, and Boyce knew the younger man would be helpless to prevent himself from being pulled along by the current of their shared passion. His tongue traced along the jawline of the younger man, caressing down his lover’s bared throat and across his slender torso before finding a taut nub and taking it into his mouth. He nipped and sucked each in turn before his attention focused on his lover’s dripping erection and he enveloped it in his mouth.
    Groaning appreciatively around the hard, hot shaft filling his mouth, Boyce found Tarin’s desire an incredible aphrodisiac, making him harder than he had ever been before. He sucked, nipped, and licked in long, slow, teasing movements or swift, sharp strikes over his lover’s turgid flesh. One hand reached to stroke over his mate’s writhing body. He tweaked one nipple, pulled on the ring in the other, ghosted over ribs, played with the crisp fur at the base of Tarin’s member, and relished the moans and whimpers emanating from his lover. The other hand dipped into the oil Flynn had left, and his fingers pierced deeply into his lover’s molten core.
     
     
    Arching as his nipple was amorously assaulted, Boyce’s nips and tugs going straight to his groin, Tarin moaned appreciatively. He gave a sound of momentary distress as Boyce moved away from his nipple, which became a pleasured sigh as the vampire moved to caress the other hard nub, playing with the piercing. His hands ran along the older man’s back and arms as Boyce moved along his body, teasing, tormenting, and soothing in turn.
    As Boyce slowly took Tarin’s shaft into his mouth and sucked strongly, Tarin found his nipples tightening further into hard, little nubs. He was totally, achingly erect in Boyce’s mouth, his hips bucking up into the moist, hot cavern. He choked off a scream of pleasure as the wet heat engulfed his rigid flesh from root to tip over and over. Writhing and mewling as he was held in place, he found himself at the mercy of Boyce’s sinfully talented mouth.
    “Please,” he begged.
    Another cry rent the air as a slick finger pressed proprietarily into Tarin’s tight channel. The digit expertly found and stroked across his sweet spot. A second finger joined the first within his body, stretching and slicking him, even as Boyce’s mouth continued to work his shaft. They stroked, delved, and spread inside him, and Tarin’s hips began to thrust eagerly.
    Tarin shuddered and bucked on Boyce’s fingers,