Mortal Coil by Criss Moody

He gasps as I slide the cold zipper of his black jeans down, pressing into his straining erection as I do so. With a sly grin, I press the back of my hand down his silk-covered cock, almost laughing when his hips buck and his hands grip the bed frame tighter. I tongue his rock-hard, strangely cold, erection through the silk, laving the boxers until the now wet material clings to his cock.

When I look up, I see his lush, glistening mouth laying slack in stunned pleasure, his chocolaty eyes rolling upwards. Slowly, surely, my tongue moves the silk aside to ferret out the head of his solid, thick cock. As my flexible appendage finds its desire, and slides around the satiny head, the skin tight and salty, I run my hands up the partially exposed chest. Under my tongue, I can feel veins jump and stolen blood pulse into the cock. I trace my tongue down the underside of the cock, and his hips once again thrust up, desperately seeking more heat, more wetness, just more.

I lean back, and wipe my mouth, studying his undulating body, hands clenching, hips thrusting, torso twisting, skin framed on all borders by severe black. His breath, taken needlessly, hitches, and his gaze, wild and desperate, finds mine, silently begging for more.

Straddling his hips, I thrust my tongue deep into his cold, yet passionate depths, capturing the strong, talented muscle in his mouth and sucking as I grind my own eager cock into his. The keening sound coming from his throat delights me, and I grind harder, I can almost feel the moist silk covering his cock against the bare skin laying under my trousers.

I slip down his body, tweaking an exposed nipple as I go. Once again, I find the head of his cock, and suck it into my mouth. I suck hard, rolling my tongue around the head and as much of the shaft as possible. My teeth gently glide around the cock, and he vibrates with tension at the delicious half-pain the action causes. I sense his balls tighten and lift, signifying that he'll soon come.

I want him to come first, so I continue my sucking motions. Carefully, I take him fully into my throat, fighting to breath through my nose. His scream as my gag reflex kicks in, milking his marble-like cock, makes the struggle to breathe absolutely worth it. His white, cold come coats my throat, and I swallow eagerly. As my mouth slips off his cock, I lick my semen-covered lips salaciously, and grin at my prone lover.

Raising my body, almost tipping over from the shakiness in my legs, I straddle one muscled thigh, grip his hands in mine, and thrust my throbbing length against the denim covered skin. I throw my head back in abandon, hip grinding, my neck vulnerable, and soon I feel my orgasm coming, the blood pounding in my cock…

"Wesley, time to wake up."

"Eh, what? Oh, goodness, so sorry, I…um..well, I was just resting my eyes you know, it would never do for the demons and other general minions of evil to find us haggard, now would it?"

Angel smirks. "Yeah, I suppose that would be a bad idea. Especially if they found us having wet dreams." The vampire brushes his hand against his new employee's semen-soaked trousers and saunters back into his office.

Wesley looks down at the all-too-evident evidence of his recent dream. //Ah, well…at least I didn't wake up rock-hard this time.//