Lucien wrapped his arms around the small of Blaise's back, pulling the slender boy closer to him. Blaise leaned into it, sprinkling kisses over Lucien's cheek. It felt good; Lucien missed this. His fingers found their way up Blaise's spine, to his silky blond hair, which looked brown now that it was wet. He ran his fingers through his hair and gazed at Blaise's face. He was every bit as beautiful as ever. But he did look paler than before, as if he were becoming more and more an actual vampire.
Blaise tilted his head and gave Lucien a long kiss, his mouth warm and soft. He then pulled back and muttered, "What is taking so long, Lucien? I want this in me." He reached down and gave Lucien's dick a stroke that nearly made him jerk up.
Lucien did want Blaise, he wanted him badly, but his thoughts kept filling with Raphael's words, and the image of him with that man before. Should he really be doing this with Blaise? Was he being used?
