Just to Be Wanted
Discover 'Just to Be Wanted'—an enticing gay erotic sex story that explores desire, intimacy, and connection. Dive into a world of passion and longing as two men navigate their fantasies. Perfect for those seeking romance and adventure in LGBTQ+ literature. Read now!<br/>
A/N: This story is about a trans guy and a cis guy. It’s gay. If you have a problem with it being described as gay, just click off this story, thank you. This piece also features my Hunter the Reckoning 5e character and a thinblood member of his cell, Elliot. It takes place in the Vampire The Masquerade universe.
The instant they were in Elliot’s hidden panic room at the center of the house, Killian felt the stress melt from his body and as it fled from him and his muscles relaxed, a different kind of tension came over him. Killian’s body was filled with a desperate, aching need. His skin hot, cheeks flushed, body trembling. His head swam as he brought his lips to Elliot’s again, kissing him even harder than before, his arms wrapped around Elliot’s neck as he was carried to the bed in the vampire’s arms.
The fell onto the small bed with Elliot’s larger, heavier body falling on top of Killian’s, causing Killian to gasp. He could feel Elliot’s weight pressing him into the mattress and he swore he could feel the lust coming off Elliot in waves.
“Ah-” Killian’s breath caught in his throat and he let his head fall back. “Oh God…please…” He needed this — badly. Needed to be touched, to be held, to be wanted.
On the surface, Killian told himself that all he wanted was revenge, all he wanted was to be useful. But the truth was, he wanted something far deeper and more personal than that… No, he needed something deeper and more personal than that. He couldn’t live the way he had been, desperately seeking out something that filled the hole left in him by the breaking of the bond while letting rage and anger fester inside of him, hoping only to live long enough that he could take Caoimhe with him… But he knew now that what he wanted, what he needed… Was to feel that someone wanted and needed him.
It probably wasn’t healthy to turn to Elliot for it, to turn to the vampire in his cell as if he could replace Caoimhe. But he couldn’t help it. He needed something that made him feel truly alive. And when Elliot had bitten him before it had made him feel more like an actual person than he had felt since his twin’s bond had been broken.
Killian couldn’t help but be surprised when Elliot had reciprocated that want — that when he had kissed Elliot in the kitchen, Elliot had kissed him back. But here they were — tangled in each other’s limbs on Elliot’s bed, Killian’s body grown hot and their breath coming fast and hard.
Elliot left flurries of kisses on Killian’s throat, over his collar bones, over his shoulders…
“W-wait…” Killian gasped, a sudden spike of panic hitting him. “Don’t… Don’t touch my chest. Please. I don’t…”
Elliot looked at him for a moment, an expression that Killian couldn’t quite read on his face… But Elliot shrugged and nodded. “If you don’t want me to touch you there, I won’t.”
Killian breathed a sigh of relief. “Everywhere else is up for grabs though.” He said, smirking at Elliot and hoping that he caught the implication.
Elliot was on top of him again, their bodies pressed together with no space to spare. Killian could barely breathe.
“Everywhere, huh?” Elliot said with the hint of a laugh in his voice. Killian whined, feeling Elliot’s hand as it squeezed his burning cunt through his jeans. Oh, oh yeah. Elliot had definitely caught on to the implication that Killian desperately wanted touched everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t his chest.
“Oh fuuuuuck…” Killian groaned, rocking his hips into the touch…
It felt like it had been an eternity since anyone had touched him like this, with want and need… Well, anyone who wasn’t…
Killian pushed those memories away. No, he was going to focus on the now — on this moment… On Elliot. On his smell, the sound of his voice, the feeling of Elliot grinding the heel of his palm against Killian’s throbbing clit through his jeans.
Fuck! Killian shuddered, biting down hard on his lower lip. “Don’t…stop.” He gasped, reaching up to pull Elliot into another desperate kiss. Killian wanted to taste him, to fully envelop himself in Elliot’s scent and taste and touch. Anything, anything other than the past. Anything other than the blood he swore was still on his hands.
Killian pushed his tongue into Elliot’s mouth, seeking even more of his taste and feeling a sudden flood of excitement when his tongue brushed Elliot’s extended fangs. The memory of Elliot’s Kiss filled Killian’s head and his heart was pounding in his ears now, hammering a wild beat against the inside of his ribs, feeling like it was about to burst.
He couldn’t believe how fucking close he was already, how caught up he was in the desperation with which their bodies met. Killian reveled in the sensation, in Elliot’s feverish need for him, in the fact that Killian could feel something that wasn’t rage or the lingering invisible influence of his sister in his mind.
When Killian came, it hit him without warning with a shudder and strangled cry that caught in his throat; he gripped the sheets in his fists, knuckles gone white; back arching, hips bucking upwards as the sensation of orgasm overwhelmed him. It felt like it stretched on forever, rolling waves of electric pleasure passing over him for far longer than they should have… When he finally felt the last of the aftershocks fade, Killian was gasping for air, his body soaked with sweat — his boxers soaked too.
Elliot laughed softly, almost sounding surprised.
“Been awhile?” He asked, not giving Killian time to answer before Elliot brought their mouths together again, pressing Killian down into the mattress with his body.
Killian could feel Elliot between his legs, feel his erection pressed against him and as Elliot took his turn exploring Killian’s mouth with his tongue, Killian rocked his hips upward. He needed to feel more of Elliot. The weight on top of him drove away what little anxiety was left in Killian and cleared the fugue that clouded his mind, forcing him to be fully present in the moment.
“F-fuck…” Killian panted when they finally parted lips again. His fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button on his jeans, desperate to undress. Desperate to feel Elliot inside of him.
But…Killian didn’t just want Elliot to fuck him and what he really wanted filled Killian with a deep sense of shame — because he ached to be fed on again. He had missed it so much — that dark pleasure thundering through his veins, being swept out into a sea of blissful oblivion by the power of the Kiss… It had been every bit as addictive as when Caoimhe fed him her blood.
It wasn’t long before Elliot, mercifully, took pity on Killian and pulled his pants off him. Elliot’s fingers were closed around the bottom hem of Killian’s hoodie. Their eyes met. Killian glanced away.
“Can I…?” Elliot asked, his voice was soft and unsure.
Killian hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want Elliot to see him like…that. See him with the body that Caoimhe had forced him into again. But he desperately wanted to feel Elliot’s skin on his. To feel their naked bodies pressed together in the heat of the moment. And that desire won out over the looming threat of his dysphoria. Killian nodded.