A Wild Night with Two Lovers

Sarachan’s breathing grew harsher. His teeth sunk into Brentt’s neck again, deeper, until a trickle of blood slid slowly to the small of his back. Porn He was early – he’d been waiting for this moment for years, in a way – and he was far too scared, too exhilarated, to be late. He was now The Waiting One. He supposed it was fitting, really. Taking a crumpled packet of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, he found he was shaking slightly in fear. Sarachan dropped his hand and drifted silently back towards the centre of the clearing, leaving Brentt to stand. He was at the clearing now. Sarachan growled. He’d not heard Sarachan come close. Unable to control himself, Brentt pushed back into Sarachan, gripping the tree tighter. Sarachan growled. He was tall, dark. “Brentt…”
He turned, and saw what he had been waiting for, what he had been fearful of. Sweat rolled down Brentt’s back in the cold air. At last, he stepped back. The Immortal.