Satisfaction snaked through Jesse. The sort of satisfaction that could only come from knowing he was exactly where he belonged, that he belonged to Gideon completely, that Gideon belonged to him. He buried himself in Gideon, filling him, and Gideon responded by biting a little bit harder, swallowing another mouthful of blood. The added pain was unexpected but not unwelcome, and Jesse froze, a dark wave of pleasure rushing through him. His cock jerked against Gideon’s walls, and he came with a sharp moan. Almost as soon as he shot into Gideon’s ass, Gideon’s cock jerked against his stomach, covering him in streams of come.
Gideon eased his fingers out of Jesse’s ass at the same time he extracted his fangs. Delicately, he licked over the puncture marks, catching the stray droplets that tickled along Jesse’s skin, before skimming his lips up to Jesse’s ear.
“No more worries,” he whispered. “No more fear. I’m fine, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Jesse nodded. “I know.”