Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven, Part Eight
Carlisle burned once, a long time ago. Even centuries later, he remembered the excruciating pain of the vampire venom. Now he was burning again, only this time the sensation was the complete opposite. This was a burn of pleasure coursing through his veins, one that his body craved.
Charlie's hands were on his waist, giving him some of that burn with their warmth. They stoked the flame with every caress of fingers against clothed flesh. He had taken Carlisle's invitation and pressed his tongue between the vampire's lips, giving him even more of the pleasure-burn. Feeling Charlie's tongue in his mouth, tasting him... Carlisle groaned, hands pushing the other man closer. Charlie's body pressed against his, slotting at every angle.
“So warm,” Carlisle approved. “You're so warm.”
“Hm. So that's it?” Charlie pulled back enough so they could see each other's faces. “You just need to warm up?”
“No.” Carlisle had given up his control the moment he put on Charlie's clothes: the temptation to breathe in the human's scent was far too great, and once he did that, it was over. “I need to kiss you,” Carlisle admitted, demonstrating by slotting their mouths together.
He liked the way Charlie's mustache brushed against his upper lip. The pleasure-burn of their kiss was more like a steady rise of heat that grew with every brush of their mouths. Carlisle caught Charlie's lower lip between his and sucked, wanting to give some of the fire back. Of course Charlie's mouth tasted good—every part of this was good.
“Shit, doc,” Charlie gulped. This time when his tongue went in, it grazed across Carlisle's. The heat sank all the way down, making his toes curl. Carlisle stroked against the prodding tongue with his own, whimpering as the heat grew more intense. A whimper escalating to a whine when Charlie had to pull back to breathe.
But he grew quiet when he felt Charlie's hot, quick breaths against his neck. It was automatic to tilt his head back. Charlie's nose skimmed the flesh there, and then his lips came down. Carlisle gasped, eyes fluttering. He was burning too much to consider the fact that a human was mouthing the neck of a vampire.
“Carlisle,” Charlie huffed. “You wear that cologne just for me?”
“I...” It was hard to make sense of that. Charlie liked his vampire scent? The thought made him shiver in pleasure. “Yes,” Carlisle answered.
“I like it.” Charlie kissed his neck again.
“I... I like... your scent too, Charlie.”
“You must love wearing my clothes, then,” Charlie remarked.
“Yes,” Carlisle agreed. Charlie's scent was all around him, and that mouth was lavishing kisses all along the length of his throat. “Do you... like it?” He knew the answer; he heard the way Charlie's heart reacted when he saw Carlisle walk out of the bathroom.
“Yeah. You look so good.” Charlie's hands tightened on Carlisle's hips. There was no space between them at all. Carlisle could feel every line and angle of the man. “Doc...?”
“What is it?” he answered dazedly.
“Do you, ah... want to do something about that?”
Carlisle didn't understand what he meant. Then Charlie backed away to allow some space. Carlisle could feel now where all the heat had centered. Charlie's jeans were tight enough on Carlisle's body that it was no surprise Charlie noticed. It would have been embarrassing if he couldn't hear Charlie's blood rushing to the same area.
“That depends,” Carlisle answered slowly. He had completely lost control, and decided to give in to what he wanted. “Do you want me to keep these clothes on?”
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