Oliver gasped as Seth landed on the roof of their building. He stumbled out of the ghoul’s arms, leaning over and fighting the wave of nausea crawling up his throat. “Never. Do that. Again.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Seth grabbed Oliver’s wrist and pulled him towards the door.

Oliver barely had time to notice that the latch had been broken before Seth dragged him inside. “Wait, how often do you do that?”

“All the time. It’s how I avoid the paps.”

Oliver struggled to keep up with Seth’s long gait. He yanked his arm free, stumbling to a stop. “Seth, please tell me you’re not out there flying over rooftops like goddamn Spiderman.”

“I don’t fly. I just… jump really far.” Seth shrugged. “It’s more like The Matrix, actually.”

“That is not the fucking point!” Oliver jumped, realizing that they had made it to the hallway of their floor. Lowering his voice, he hissed at Seth. “What if you fall? And what if someone sees you fall? How are you going to explain that to the paps?”

“I won’t. Let them think I’m dead. It’ll save me the trouble.” Seth pulled out his keys and shoved them into the lock. “You wouldn’t have to deal with an actor anymore, so it’ll work out for you, too.”

“Seth, you know that’s not what I meant.” Oliver shook his head as he stepped through the door. He toed off his shoes. “And if you think I’m paying for this place by myself, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

“We’ll be fine. And if not, I’ll become a barista.”

Before Oliver could tell him what a dumb idea that was, Seth spun him around and pinned him to the wall. He planted another kiss on him, his hands ripped away Oliver’s torn shirt.

Oliver sucked in a breath as Seth’s hands found his bare skin, his palms sliding down his chest and stomach to stop at the waist of his jeans. “Wait.”

“Really?” Seth pulled away, his eyes full of lust as he stared down at Oliver. “Wait?”

“I don’t want to do this while you’re covered in other people’s blood.”

Seth looked down at himself. “Oh. Right.”

Oliver lifted his head with a finger. “If you’re going to be covered in blood, I’d prefer it to be mine.”

Seth’s eyes bled black, his canines peeking out from under his lip. “Fuck…”

“Shower. Now.”

Oliver yelped as Seth snatched him up. He wrapped his arms and legs around him as Seth carried him into the bathroom. Seth kicked off his shoes and stepped into the glass stall, reaching around Oliver’s body to turn on the tap. Hot water poured over them, sluicing away the hunters’ blood as Oliver pulled Seth into another kiss. They melted together under the shower, steam clouding around them as they yanked at what remained of their clothes. Finally skin to skin, Seth lifted Oliver’s leg and plunged wet fingers into his hole.

Oliver arched against him, his head falling back against the warm tiles. Water flowed down his body, pooling between them as he ground his hips into Seth.

Seth crooked his fingers, searching along Oliver’s walls until Oliver gasped. Teasing the spot, Seth licked and nibbled Oliver’s neck as Oliver’s cries of pleasure echoed through the bathroom. Cum spilled from Oliver’s cock, smearing across Seth’s stomach before being washed away.

Oliver’s chest heaved as he opened his eyes. He grabbed a fistful of Seth’s hair, yanking the man’s face towards his. He kissed him hard, moaning at the taste and smell of the ghoul, free of the blood and viscera of the hunters. He bit Seth’s lip before breaking the kiss. “Do you want to eat now or later?”

Without a word, Seth pulled Oliver into his arms and plunged his cock into Oliver’s twitching hole. They both gasped, falling into another kiss as Seth’s hips began to move. Oliver clung to the ghoul, screaming his pleasure into Seth’s mouth as Seth fucked him fast and hard. Seth’s claws dug into Oliver’s ass, the blood dripping down his fingers only forcing him to tighten his grip.

Oliver threw his head back as another orgasm hit him, waves of pleasure washing over him hotter than the water that soaked them. His toes curled as his hole clenched around Seth’s cock. Seth followed him quickly, filling Oliver with a burst of hot cum as his hips bucked wildly. Seth sank to the shower floor, pulling Oliver into a tight embrace. He rested his head on Oliver’s shoulder, his voice hoarse when he spoke. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

Oliver laughed, the sounds weak from his raw throat. “So you really did just want my body.”

“Goddamnit, Oliver, I told you–”

Oliver laughed and kissed him, cutting off his words. Pulling back, he smiled as he looked into Seth’s fading eyes. “Learn to take a joke, idiot.”

Seth stared at him, his eyes blackening once more. “Don’t do that.”

“What? Joke?” Oliver rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on.”

“No.” Seth gently pulled Oliver’s chin, forcing the man to meet his gaze. “Don’t smile at me like that. Not if you want to get out of here anytime soon.”

Oliver grinned, clenching his hole around Seth’s hardening cock. “Who says I do?”

Seth’s hands tightened on Oliver’s ass. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Look who’s talking.”