The vampire hardly needed an invitation. He pulled his slave close, arms wrapping tightly around the boy's torso, the bare chest tight against his own as another throat-deep kiss forced the slave's mouth open, the heat and sweetness of the boy's mouth arousing him more than he could say.
Carrick pulled Hermes down to the mattress, moving atop him and pushing his legs apart with one hand, while with the other he reached out to the bedside table to a tube of lubricant.
"Did your sister use your tight little ass? Did she make you her hungry little whore, desperate to be fucked? She can't fuck you like I can, Hermes..." His voice was hoarse as he pulled back Hermes' head to leave a line of sharp, tiny bites down the column of his throat.