Chapter 9 – Supernova
He took me to his room and gestured me through the door first, following a moment later after firmly, decidedly closing the entrance. I had fantasized, often and at great length, about how he might react if I pushed him up against a wall, pressed my leg between his thighs, plundered his mouth –
I hadn't thought about what might happen if he shoved me hard against something.
Araxis prowled forward and planted a hand on my chest. He pushed, and I took a half-step backwards, my shoulders hitting the hard wall behind me.
And then his hands were curling around my neck and his mouth was on mine.
His fingers were hungry, tangling in my hair, raking down my skin, seeking out the flesh beneath the sleeves of the jacket I wore – his.
His mouth was certain, his tongue darting to press against my lips.
His confidence shocked me, and I gasped.
He took the opening to slide his slick tongue inside my mouth, and a distant part of my brain noted that it was cooler than I'd have expected, and that the firm point made heat jolt through me in a new and novel way.
I'd been on edge for days, and my cock caught on immediately to this sudden change.
I moaned against him, and Araxis pressed himself fully against me, our hips slotted together, his chest hard against mine.
One of his legs shifted to push my thighs wider, and it felt absolutely filthy and absolutely right how thoroughly he was commanding me.
One of my hands slid around his waist, resting in the small of his back and dragging him against me, my other hand sliding around the back of his neck, holding the base of his head where his skin – smooth, with the faintest texture raised beneath my fingertips – met the quills of his crest. I felt a rumble that started in his throat and resonated through his chest, like a purr.
Fuck, I bet he'd give good head. If he could do that on purpose, if he did it when he was turned on –
The thought of those pretty lips around my cock, those black eyes blinking up at me through dark lashes, made my hips rock forward, grinding against him even as he continued to pin me to the wall.
He dropped one of his hands from where he'd been rubbing at the place where my jaw met my ear – how was that hot? I didn't know but it was so fucking hot – and pressed it against the bulge in my pants.
I moaned into his mouth, desperate, and he rumbled more loudly. I realized distantly that I might actually come just from his hand on the outside of my clothes, like I was fifteen all over again.
That thought shook me, just enough for me to think about what we were doing and how quickly we were doing it. This was a big deal for him. It had to be and I knew better.
"Okay," I gasped, reaching to grab his wrist. "Hang on. Just –"
He let me go and took a step back immediately, extricating his wrist as neatly and efficiently as if we were in a sword-dancing sequence.
His hands tucked themselves behind his back and he blinked at me, silent.
My whole body was buzzing, my blood pounding as I sucked in hard breaths.
Fuck. As I stared, I could see a little of Araxis's certainty slide away, the skin around his eyes starting to tighten as if he'd done something wrong.
I couldn't have him thinking that. So I huffed, nibbling on my bottom lip, which was kiss-swollen and tingling.
"Stars above, you are perfect. And I just want to…
check in. I know this is your first time, and that can be intense.
And, uh, this –" I gestured broadly to the space between us, "This is particularly intense.
We are. Even for me. So how… is all of this making you feel? "
An incredulous smile slid into place. "I am feeling… eager. And impatient, Sashen. Unless you have changed your mind." Araxis's expression grew a little more sly as his stare dragged down my chest and to the bulge in my pants. "It doesn't feel like you've changed your mind."
What had I expected?, I wondered distantly. I'd thought of him as shy this entire time, and maybe he had been. I'd imagined myself as the person who would take him apart. In my mind, I'd always been in charge: confident, experienced, assertive.
I hadn't imagined him as the seducer, not really.
But then he was sinnenthi. Maybe I should have expected.
His head tilted, as if he could read my mind.
"Did you think I would be hesitant?" His smile took on a wicked curve at one corner.
"I could be that for you, if you'd like.
" And he fluttered his eyelashes and dipped his chin so that he could look up at me from just the right angle, and I actually felt a throb of heat in my cock.
Fuck. Wow. Okay.
"Uh," I said with brilliant incisiveness. "I – I guess I didn't think you'd be this – certain. I like it though, I don't want you to pretend. It's just – surprising? I sure wasn't confident, my first time." It slipped out of me, my brain fully short-circuited by just how hot he was.
"Hm." His hands fell to his sides from behind his back, pale fingers rising to touch his lips – swollen. "And what did you feel, your first time?"
Was I supposed to say something sexy? It's what I would have done at the den.
But this was Araxis, and he'd never asked for anything other than who I was.
I could trust him with all of it. I could trust him with anything, like he could trust me – with this, and with all of who he was.
"I was terrified," I admitted. Then, with a smile of my own, "And eager. And impatient."
"I am not frightened at all." Araxis stepped in closer once again.
One hand rose to touch my chest, the contact fleeting, feather-light.
My nerves were humming, desperate for more of him.
More contact, more pressure, more heat. "Why would I be?
I am here with you, Sashen. I trust you.
I have confidence in what you know, and I have never been frightened of you.
I have only felt safe when I am with you.
Sometimes when we are together, it feels as though I will never be frightened again.
So yes, I am confident; and no, I am not scared. "
I didn't know what to say to that, a confusing rush of heat and want and tenderness throbbing in my chest. For a dizzying moment, I thought that I might cry. That I could be this for someone, just this once in my life, just once before the end –
I couldn't hold the thought without breaking.
So instead I tilted my head and murmured, "Come here" and I let the feel of Araxis touching me take me away.
His mouth was hot and eager on mine again, his hand firm against the outline of my cock.
Pleasure sparked through my body at his touch, and I choked out another moan.
His teeth, slightly sharp, caught my lower lip, biting down just enough to sit on the edge of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck," I hissed into his mouth, "you are exquisite." As much as I welcomed the pressure of his hand tracing the shape of my length through my thin pants, I did want to see him come undone. After all, I'd had lots of people touch my cock. This was new for him.
I leveraged myself off the wall, forcing him back toward his bed, until our kiss broke as he fell backwards onto the edge of his bed.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, hands firm on his thighs.
His stare was all black, endless, his chest heaving.
"I want to taste you," I said, pulling his boots off slowly.
"Is that alright?" I was already reaching to hook my fingers in the waistband of his pants, skating the soft skin near his spine.
"And you understand how I am different from a human," he murmured.
I grinned and bit my lip. "I did my research," I admitted. "And do you understand how I'm different from an abaya?"
His lips curled; Araxis lifted his hips so that I could slip his pants over his hips, around the curve of his ass. "Yes, Sashen. The literature available at the den was – comprehensive."
"You were looking?"
His cheeks were pink. "I was looking."
My smile grew even larger. "And this is okay?" I asked, still in the process of removing his clothes.
"Yes, Sashen, this is okay."
Thank fuck. I was desperate. I slid my hands down his thighs and calves as I tugged his pants until they were pooled on the floor, and then I turned my attention to the rest of him.
He wasn't hard yet – of course he wasn't; he hadn't come for the first time – but he was dripping wet.
The pale skin between his legs gave way to a narrow slit, a pink plate of scaled skin covering the place just above that his cock would emerge from.
I grabbed his hips and tugged him right to the edge of the bed, his head still resting up on the wall behind him so he could watch.
Good. I wanted him to watch.
My head tipped forward and I pressed my tongue, firm, against his slit.
Araxis gasped, a subvocal rumble rolling from his chest; I could feel it under my palms, like his whole body was shaking with arousal.
I curled my hands around his hips, holding him in place, keeping him pressed fully against me, and I swiped my tongue again up the length of his slit.
He was slick, so wet, and his liquid was sweet in my mouth.
I could drink him down forever. Which, of course, he should know.
I shifted back, just slightly. "You taste amazing. I can't wait to make you come."
His skin, already flushed, deepened in colour.
The slight pattern I'd been admiring since I first spoke with him at the den, and which I'd been able to barely trace under my fingertips, gleamed suddenly, as if lit by some interior light source.
One of his legs was hooked over my shoulder.
"Then you'd better start –" he began, choking off the rest of the words as I tipped my mouth forward to devour him again. As if I needed that much direction.