The vampire gala was formal, elegant, and boring as hell.
Adrian stood beside Kieran, making small talk with vampire lords who were centuries old and set in their ways. Every conversation felt like navigating a political minefield.
"I need a break," Adrian muttered to Kieran.
"One more hour."
"I'll die of boredom."
"You're already dead."
"Kieran—"
"Balcony. Five minutes. I'll make it worth your while."
Adrian's interest perked immediately. He excused himself and headed for the private balcony that overlooked the venue's gardens. Kieran joined him exactly five minutes later.
"What did you have in mind?" Adrian asked.
Kieran's response was to push Adrian against the balcony railing and kiss him hungrily. "I've been watching you all night. That suit, the way you move, the way you command respect despite being young. It's incredibly attractive."
"Is it now?" Adrian's hands found Kieran's belt.
"Very. And I want you. Right here, right now."
"Someone could see—"
"Let them. Let everyone know you're mine."
The risk, the danger of being caught, sent excitement through Adrian. "Then take me. Claim me where anyone could watch."
Kieran groaned and spun Adrian to face the railing. He pulled Adrian's pants down just enough, prepared him quickly with slick-covered fingers, and thrust inside.
Adrian bit his lip to stay quiet, but it was difficult. The angle was perfect, Kieran's movements deliberate and deep. Inside, music played and vampires socialized, completely unaware of what was happening on the balcony.
"So good," Kieran breathed against Adrian's ear. "Always so perfect for me."
"Harder," Adrian demanded quietly. "Want to feel it for days."
Kieran complied, his vampire strength driving into Adrian with force that made the railing creak. His hand covered Adrian's mouth when Adrian's sounds got too loud.
"Quiet," Kieran commanded. "Don't want everyone hearing how desperate you are for me."
Adrian could only whimper into Kieran's palm as pleasure built impossibly high. When Kieran's other hand wrapped around him, stroking firmly, Adrian came hard, his cry muffled by Kieran's hand.
Kieran followed moments later, biting Adrian's shoulder to muffle his own sounds. They stayed locked together, both breathing hard, until footsteps approaching made them quickly separate and adjust their clothing.
A vampire lord stepped onto the balcony, nodded at them, and returned inside without comment. But his knowing smirk suggested he'd figured out exactly what they'd been doing.
"That was reckless," Adrian said, but he was smiling.
"That was necessary. I couldn't wait another hour."
They returned to the gala, both slightly disheveled but satisfied. And if everyone seemed to be looking at them with knowing expressions, well, that was fine. Let them know who Adrian belonged to.