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keep control even when the emotions were overwhelming, as they were with Henri. Nature had
compensated for the abilities.
Nathan knelt, leaning back. Turn around. I ll finish your front.
Henri turned, putting his erect cock at face level. Nathan couldn t take his eyes from it, even as his hands
slipped down to Henri s feet to clean the fronts of his legs. He ran the cloth up instead of down, briefly
touching Henri s cock. The flesh jerked. He danced the cloth over and over it again and again.
Henri moaned as the cloth fell to the floor.
I think I m done.
Before Nathan could move his mouth to encircle Henri s cock, Henri put one hand on his shoulder and
the other went down to grab the cloth. My turn. He tossed the cloth in a basket, retrieved a second one
and dunked it in the water. After wringing it out, he stroked the wet rag down Nathan s cheek.
Disappointment at not getting Henri s cock in his mouth quickly turned to anticipation. You re going to
clean me? He shivered, not from the cool cloth coming into contact with his skin, but at the idea of
Henri s hands on him.
Oh, yes. Henri took little swipes down Nathan s face. The chilly, somewhat rough cloth left his skin
tingling. His cock swung heavily as he tilted slightly. Did you think I wouldn t give you the same
treatment?
I...I didn t know. Of course Henri would. Nathan would have to stop underestimating him.
Henri stroked down his neck to a nipple. The cloth circled it, brushing against the pebbled center with
precision. The other side got the same treatment.
As he rinsed out the cloth, Henri s eyes were trained on him. The cloth returned, wetter as it moved
across his abdomen, Henri s fingers skittering across with it. Nathan s cock moved with his hip thrust. A
quick look down revealed a shiny head on Henri s. He d leaked more to replace what had been wiped
away earlier. Nathan wanted to taste him up and down.
Nathan. Turn around. Nathan swung as Henri continued the cloth moving along the skin of his back.
Your skin is so smooth. He scrubbed at a spot. Oops, that s a freckle.
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They don t come off.
Neither does my skin.
Nathan tried to look back to see Henri s face. The cloth picked that moment to run over his ass so it
took a minute to get his breath back. His skin was sosensitive, the slightly rough cloth energized it. His
toes curled as he straightened up. What do you mean?
I m Egyptian originally. People know I m not French when they look at me. Some...would have
nationalities not...interact with each other. And being with a man...most people do not understand that.
I know. I may be from a small place, but I do know. Without being asked, Nathan turned around.
I m not most people. I don t care what you are, or that you have a cock, too. It s what s in you that
counts . That was one thing his mother had stressed to him as they d learned about other places and
folklore. And it was a creed he intended to live by. He d been considered odd and strange all his life, so
he wasn t about to target people for the simple thing of color or place of birth. And he d always known
his sexuality was different. His mother had known, too and had encouraged him to be himself.
You re blond.Blue-eyed.Different than me.Most older vampires are used to dealing with those of
differing backgrounds, but people, humans, can be cruel.
The past day has taught me that. Yet, his tone was even. He couldn t find it in himself to hate the
villagers. His hands clenched by his side. He didn t like what they d done, but it had given him to Henri
much sooner than if they d been left alone.
It may not be easy sometimes. Henri s face was etched with a grim look.
Life never is.
Hmmm. Henri dipped the cloth and then, put it to Nathan s cock. He wrapped the cloth around it,
gently stroking. His finger brushed the tip.
Nathan s head tilted back, his body arching backwards. They must be done talking because no way
could he think like this. The cloth cleaned him thoroughly before going away.
Let s take this to the bed, now that we re clean.
That was more than fine with Nathan, who wanted Henri to put his hands back, cloth or no cloth.
Both of them stretched out on the bed. Nathan draped an arm across Henri s torso. Even as brown as
his skin got in the sunshine, Henri s was so much darker. The contrast of their skin together excited him.
Henri leaned in, his lips hungrily meeting Nathan s. Henri s tongue slipped between Nathan s lips to
delve intimately into his mouth, exploring every nuance. Henri tasted bitter and sweet with the wine he d
had.
It didn t get any better than this.
Except that it did.
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Henri s hand skimmed along his hip before clasping Nathan s erect cock in his palm. He slid up and
down. Nathan s thighs splayed open, as did his mouth, with a startled grunt. Nathan s eyes rolled back in
his head at the sensations. Flames touched his cock, burning him, exciting him.
Henri pulled back, dropping his hand from Nathan.
Hey. Nathan opened his eyes, protesting weakly the loss of the touching.
Henri chuckled, patting Nathan s knee. I ll be back.
Where are you going?
Henri slipped over to a dresser. He opened a drawer, pulling out a wooden box. Back at the bed, he set
the box down. He rinsed off his hand with the bowl of water, which still rested on a little table. Sitting
back down, he pulled a small bottle out of the box containing a yellowish liquid.
Nathan eyed the bottle as Henri opened it. What s that?
Henri poured an ample amount on his hands, rubbing the liquid between them. Olive oil. His hands
settled back on Nathan s cock, rubbing the oil around him.
Like the lard had back at his house, it made Nathan slippery, making him glide through Henri s hand.
Oohhh. Henri tightened his hands, making a channel for Nathan to speed through.
The bottle was within reach, so he gritted his teeth to concentrate on getting it and not on Henri s hand.
Shaking hands poured out a copious amount on his palm. The oil was slightly chilled as it was sitting at
room temperature. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up.
Henri pulled his thigh to the side, his heavy cock hanging within easy reach of Nathan s oily hands.
Something you... Henri s fingers tightened, making Nathan jerk with pleasure. ...want?
Perhaps.
His fingers settled on Henri s cock. His cock slid in the groove of Nathan s hand until his pinky finger
touched the base of it. Henri s hips moved forward, bucking. Now Henri s eyes rolled back in his head.
Nathan groaned. Henri was so strong, so serious. And yet, when Nathan touched him, it was as if he
had the power, which was something Nathan enjoyed. He wanted to bring this man all the pleasure in the
world. And somehow, he was going to.
Nathan set a nice quick pace, focusing on his hands touching Henri and trying not to concentrate on
Henri s hands touching him.
Both panted heavily, and hearts were going wild.
Without warning, Nathan dropped his hands away from Henri s slick engorged cock. He hesitated
briefly. Was he ready for this? He was.With Henri. Henri.
What? Henri s chest pushed up and down with considerable effort. What is it? His fingers stilled,
staying on Nathan s cock, but resting.
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