Page 68 of Coven of Corpses

“I think so.”

Demmy’s fingers were trembling as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt Cody had put on that morning. The air between them felt charged, and Cody was very aware of the smell of his body, the one Demmy was currently inside: clean sweat, a hint of body wash, and something unusual Demmy claimed belonged only to him. He pulled off the hoodie and then the t-shirt underneath, shivering in the slight chill and understanding why Demmy dressed in layers.

“I look better than I thought I would,” Demmy said with a nervous laugh.

Cody ran a hand down his torso. “You look amazing. You always have.”

“Well, I’m no Cody Bower.” Demmy pulled his shirt off and ran a hand up and down his torso. “I mean, look at you.” He lifted one arm and turned his head to draw in a breath. “Fuck, even from inside your body, the smell of you lights me right up.”

“I can smell it from here.” Cody squeezed the denim-covered bulge of his hardening cock. “And it feels like every nerve ending just got way more sensitive.”

Demmy’s eyes widened. “Yes! That’s exactly it. When I catch a whiff of you, at any point during the day, my whole body goes electric. Here.”

He leaned in and lightly kissed the side of Cody’s neck, right below his ear. A shudder ran through Cody, and he moaned.

“Fuck, that felt amazing.”

“Right?” Demmy hadn’t pulled away, and the movement of his lips against Cody’s skin sent aftershocks through him. “You like that?”

“Jesus Christ,” Cody said.

Demmy gently rubbed his stubbled chin across the spot he’d kissed. “How’s that?”

“Fucking hell, you trying to make me come in your pants?”

Demmy laughed and took a step back. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes bright. Cody could see the bulge in his jeans.

They watched each other—or themselves—as they finished undressing. Cody noted the love handles, but could appreciate how his shoulders and chest looked. And, goddamn, he really did have a big dick.

He suddenly felt nervous at the thought of taking that.

“I don’t look too bad,” Demmy said.

Cody frowned. “You look amazing.” He took a step back and spread his arms. “Look at you.”

Demmy laughed and blushed. “I am looking at me. I said I don’t look too bad.”

“And I corrected you and said you look amazing.”

The blush deepened, and Cody couldn’t recall if he’d ever blushed so hard when he’d been driving his own body.

"I want to feel what you feel," Cody said, his voice low. Strange to hear Demmy's voice coming from his mouth, but the words were all his. "I want to know what it's like for you when we're together."

Demmy smiled, a hint of nervousness in the expression. "It's... weird to want myself."

"But it's not yourself," Cody said, reaching up to touch his face. "It's me in here. And you in there. That's what makes it hot as hell."

Demmy leaned down and kissed him, tentative at first, then with growing confidence. Cody felt the scrape of his own stubble against Demmy's softer skin. The sensation sent shivers through him. Everything felt bigger, more intense.

"Jesus," Cody breathed when they parted. "Is it always like this for you? Every touch feels like it's turned up to eleven."

"Yeah,” Demmy said, trailing fingers down Cody's neck. “I always had a strong physical reaction to you. But ever since Nicolae bit me, all my nerve endings feel like they’re directly connected to my cock."

Cody groaned and pulled Demmy down for another kiss. It was strange to be the smaller one. To feel the weight and bulk of his own body pressing down on him. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Demmy's—his own—cock. It was surreal to feel it from the outside, to know exactly how the touch would register because it was the body he'd lived in all his life.

"Let me taste you," Cody said, pushing Demmy back onto the bed.

Demmy went willingly, looking up at him with wide eyes as Cody moved down his body. When Cody took him into his mouth, they both moaned—Demmy at the sensation, Cody at the taste. It was different experiencing it from this side.