Whenever the vampire at his head gave him the chance, Jesse slipped his tongue beneath the foreskin, savoring each inch of the head he could reach. He didn’t expect the vampire to suddenly groan, flooding his mouth with thick fluid, and he didn’t expect him to pull out, spraying the last across his chin. He didn’t need to lick it away, though. Gideon was suddenly there, his broad hand beneath his neck, holding him still as he leaned in and cleaned it for Jess.
“I think it’s my turn to f**k your face,” Gideon said softly. “And because you’ve been so amazing tonight, boy, you can come when I do.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Jesse breathed, not just for the benefit of the vampires who had undoubtedly heard the exchange. He barely finished speaking before Gideon dipped his tongue past Jesse’s swollen
