“Yeah.” Lyle dropped another kiss on Rafe’s mouth. He crawled into the middle of the bed and stretched out beside Rafe. “I hate when I don’t stop and think things through until later. It gets me into all kinds of messes.”
“Me too.” Rafe trailed one palm along Lyle’s side, watching every move his fingers made. “Good thing I’m not a vampire, hm?”
Lyle didn’t bother exploring like Rafe was. He reached for the front of the pants Rafe wore—his own jeans that were about two sizes too long and too loose—and rubbed Rafe’s c**k through the heavy fabric. “Good thing, yes.”
The quiet, desperate sound that Rafe gasped made Lyle’s entire body quicken. In the heartbeat it took for lust’s magic to start working, Lyle’s own voice started to fail him. “I can’t f**k you,” he slurred. “No condoms. No lube
