Rosko, Mandy - Night and Day (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Mandy Rosko

nothing there at all. No rash. No redness.
    “It happens sometimes when we get happy. The glowing.”
    Silus grinned. “And, this makes you happy?” He thrust his cloth-clad erection against Cedric’s awaiting organ. Cedric hissed and bit his lips together, suppressing a moan.
    “I–I want you. I want you to do to me whatever it was I did to you last night.”
    Silus chuckled and wrapped his fingers around Cedric’s thick prick. It was uncut, swollen, and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He gave it a firm stroke, and the head appeared from beneath the folds of skin. The bliss on Cedric’s face was admirable. “I doubt your drinking of my blood will have the same effect.”
    The bliss disappeared in favor of a scowl. “You know what I mean.”
    Silus abandoned Cedric’s cock to get his trousers off but paused when a devastating thought occurred to him. “We do not exactly keep lubrication in here.”
    “Ten steps ahead of you.” Cedric reached down to the mound of clothes on the floor, fished around, and pulled out a fresh tube from the pile.
    Silus snatched it like a greedy child taking an offered treat, and he completely divested himself of his clothing. He tossed the expensive articles away as though they were trash kept between him and the man below him. “I am going to finish what we started last night, and after that, you are mine.”
    Silus froze. The words of possession left his lips without any thought going into them, but he didn’t attempt to take them back, nor did Cedric appear alarmed at being claimed.
    Did the sprite even know what it meant that Silus had claimed him? He must not because Cedric shifted to accommodate himself and spread his legs wide apart, hiding nothing of his intimate areas, waiting, eager and still glowing.
    He would have to panic over this new development later. Much later, when there was not a naked and willing man beneath him.
    Silus made quick work of the preparation. He was never one for patience, especially when his bed partner began moaning and changing colors so prettily beneath him. He was torn between hating that he was not Cedric’s first, and loving that they could do this fast and hard like he wanted.
    When satisfied with the slickness, and unable to listen to any more of the wonderful sounds coming from Cedric’s throat, Silus withdrew his fingers and lifted Cedric’s knees over his shoulders. Cedric wiggled into a comfortable place, and Silus pushed the head of his cock into him, slick, hot, and tight. He managed to keep his mouth shut and contain his moan with a deep groan. He went in as far as he could until a second barrier of muscle stopped him. He waited for Cedric to relax completely, both of them panting, beads of sweat forming on Cedric’s glorious skin. When the second wall relented, Silus took a breath and slammed all the way inside.
    Cedric made noise, a loud, open-mouthed moaning noise. His golden eyes widened as he realized what he’d done, and everything became silent as they waited.
    No noises came from the outside. No calls could be heard from any of the guards to check on the sounds coming from the pool house. Nothing.
    “Maybe they didn’t hear me?” Cedric asked.
    Silus reached for his clothes and grabbed his belt. “Or perhaps someone out there recognized the sounds of sex and does not wish to disturb us.”
    Of course, who the guards could possibly think their lord was fucking was beyond Silus.
    He stuck the belt between Cedric’s lips, wrapped it around his head and buckled it. The sight filled his already throbbing member to the bursting point, and Silus had to start rocking again. “You are beautiful like that.”
    Cedric’s eyes rolled back, and his hands gripped Silus’s arms—his shoulders still holding Cedric’s legs up—to hang on for the ride. This time no loud sounds escaped. His long moans were muffled by the belt.
    Silus rocked harder. “Perhaps next time we do this, I’ll use that belt and tie you to my