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Dracula reached for Jonathan, his fingers making quick work of the young man’s pants. He pulled out Jonathan’s cock, his hand wrapping around the shaft and beginning to stroke in time with Jonathan’s movements.
The coffin was narrow, forcing them to press close together, their bodies aligned from chest to thigh. Jonathan could feel Dracula’s cool breath on his face, could see the desire burning in his eyes. He leaned in, capturing Dracula’s lips in a fierce kiss, never breaking the rhythm of his hand.
Dracula moaned into the kiss, his hand tightening around Jonathan’s cock. “You’re quite skilled at this,” he murmured, his voice laced with teasing. “Where did you learn such wicked things?”
Jonathan grinned, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the compliment. “I have my secrets,” he said, his voice a low purr.
Dracula chuckled, his thumb circling the sensitive tip of Jonathan’s cock, making him gasp. “I bet you do,” he said, his voice a husky growl. “But I have a few secrets of my own.”
He leaned down, his lips ghosting over Jonathan’s ear. “Do you like this?” he whispered, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening. “Does it feel good?”
Jonathan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” he managed to say. “It feels...amazing.”
Dracula’s lips curved into a smile, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin of Jonathan’s neck. “And what about this?” he murmured, his hand slowing, his grip loosening. “Does it drive you wild?”
Jonathan let out a frustrated groan, his hand still moving on Dracula’s cock. “Yes,” he said, his voice pleading. “Please, don’t stop.”
Dracula laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Jonathan’s spine. “Don’t worry, my dear solicitor,” he said, his hand resuming its previous pace. “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to.”
They moved together, their hands working in sync, their breaths mingling in the close confines of the coffin. The scent of their arousal filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and musk that only served to heighten their desire.
Jonathan could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his body. He knew he was close, could feel the edge approaching. He looked into Dracula’s eyes, seeing his own desire reflected back at him.
“I’m close,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Dracula nodded, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening. “Me too,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let’s come together. Let’s find our release together.”
With a final, desperate cry, Jonathan came, his body convulsing as he spilled himself into Dracula’s hand. At the same moment, Dracula threw back his head, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he found his own release.
They slumped against each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jonathan could feel Dracula’s heart dance and could see the flush of pleasure on his pale cheeks.
“That was...incredible,” Jonathan said, his voice filled with awe.
Dracula smiled, his eyes soft and affectionate. “Yes, it was,” he agreed. “You never cease to amaze me, Jonathan Harker.”
“It’s settled.” Jonathan breathed, still feeling lightheaded. “I’ll remain here and take on a new job. I’ll become your teacher, educate you on the changing times and the ways of a Victorian man.”
Dracula laughed, a sound tinged with both amusement and disbelief. “Are you sure this is what you wish to do?”
“Yes,” Jonathan said without hesitation.
Dracula hesitated, a shadow passing over his features. Being happy like this with another man... it felt like a betrayal of Béla’s memory. He pulled away abruptly. “You will leave the castle tonight,” he said, his voice cold. “You must.”
Jonathan’s face darkened with anger. He climbed out of the coffin, his movements sharp and decisive. “I am not going anywhere,” he declared.
“You will,” Dracula insisted. “And I’ll hear no more discussion about this.”
“I can’t believe you…after what we just did…”
“I said no more discussion…please, let me rest.”
Jonathan stormed out of the room, his mind already formulating plans to defy Dracula’s orders. He would not be sent away, not if he had any say about it.
Dracula watched him go, his emotions warring within him. Part of him admired Jonathan’s spirit and his determination. Another part feared what it might mean to let someone in after so many centuries of solitude. And still another part—a part he tried desperately to ignore—yearned to call Jonathan back, to hold him close and embrace him once again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Daylight bled from the Transylvanian sky as Jonathan Harker stirred from his fitful slumber. The castle’s stones seemed to whisper with secrets as he descended the winding staircase, each step echoing in the vast, shadowy halls. He knew Dracula would attempt to force his departure, but just as the Count was determined to make him leave, Jonathan was just as determined to remain. He would not be cast out so easily.
