Chapter 9 #2
A spent spark of white light crackled against Daven’s skin, but it was no longer a weapon, it was a caress.
“They told me to work,” Ryneth wheezed. His struggle had slowed to a sluggish, rhythmic swaying of his hips, already searching for friction. “What’s… what’s happening to me?”
“Nothing. You’re doing really good.” Daven pulled their hips together, smiling when Ryneth shuddered at the hard length pressed against him, trapping him more firmly against the bed.
A broken sound slipped out of Ryneth’s throat. “No… no…”
“Fuck,” Daven whispered. “You’re incredible.”
He reached down and caught the hem of the recovery shirt, pulling the thin fabric over Ryneth’s head in one fluid motion. He tossed it aside, exposing lean muscle against the silver silk.
Ryneth made a weak, angry sound and tried to drag his knees together.
“Uh-uh. Not gonna happen.” Daven’s air coiled around his thighs.
Ryneth’s breath caught as his legs were forced apart anyway, inch by inch, his gaze dropping between them in stunned horror.
“Shh. Your body knows.” Daven watched the way the other man’s pupils dilated. “It knows exactly what it needs.”
Daven’s hand found Ryneth’s groin.
“Oh… fuck,” Ryneth moaned.
Daven palmed Ryneth’s hard cock and started pumping him in a slow, punishing rhythm. “I left you shaking and unfinished earlier,” he rumbled. “Light, how I loved watching you fight me. But you can’t win against me, baby. Now you’re going to beg me to let you come.”
Ryneth let out a broken snarl. He shoved at Daven’s chest, his palms sliding over skin and sweat. “Get off,” he wheezed. He bucked his hips, trying to wedge a knee between them, but Daven pinned him flat. “I’m not… I’m not begging you for anything.”
“You will,” Daven murmured. He leaned down and bit Ryneth’s throat, then dragged his tongue behind Ryneth’s ear, tasting the salt on the skin. “Your body is already screaming for it. Tell me how you lived, aethera. Who waited for you at home?”
“Mara,” Ryneth wheezed, and his head lolled back, the opium weakening his defenses. “She’s my… f-foster mother. She kept us alive when nobody else would. And my foster siblings.”
Daven’s hands slid over him slowly, learning the shape of him. “Did you live behind the Ward?”
“Yes,” Ryneth moaned, his fingers catching in Daven’s hair. “We took turns at the Ward before dawn. Everyone had their shift, and it paid better than most work in the Ward, so you did it whether you wanted to or not. I wanted to… p-protect my family. I needed more money for Tavi.”
Daven paused, his mouth hovering over Ryneth’s pulse. “Who is Tavi?”
“My baby b-brother,” Ryneth choked out. “He has the lung-rot. The Kassa job would barely have been enough to pay for food and Helion promised… the money we needed. Enough to get him breathing through winter.”
Daven’s grip on Ryneth’s jaw tightened. “You’ll get your money. I told you, if you’re sweet…”
Ryneth let out an annoyed growl that morphed into a mewl when Daven pressed his thigh against his erection.
“What? You don’t want to be good?” He moved lower and circled one nipple with his tongue, working the peak until it hardened under his mouth. Nipping at the bud, he tugged at the flesh, pulling until Ryneth’s back arched off the bed.
“You fucking… asshole,” Ryneth gritted out.
He tried to shove Daven’s head away, but the movement was clumsy, his hands sliding uselessly over Daven’s shoulders before his fingers finally fisted into Daven’s hair.
Daven felt the static flare, a weak pulse of white light that died against his skin. “Get off me.”
Daven ignored the insult. He moved to the other side and gave the second nipple the same slow attention, licking around it before closing his mouth over the hard peak. Ryneth’s breath came in short, jagged gasps. His hips rocked against Daven’s.
Holding them still, Daven trailed his mouth down over Ryneth’s hollowed stomach, teased that hot, flushed erection with his lips as he made his way down, smiling when Ryneth made a choking sound and nearly arched off the bed.
“Tell me what you wanted to become when you were little.”
“F-fuck you.”
Tracing the inside of Ryneth’s inner thigh, he squeezed, chuckling when Ryneth let out a cry and a curse at the pain.
“Fine. Civil engineer, asshole.” He tried to roll to the side, his hip knocking into Daven’s chest as he fought to reach the edge of the mattress. Daven simply shifted his weight, pinning Ryneth’s legs flat.
“A civil engineer?” Daven laughed under his breath and splayed his hands over Ryneth’s hips, pulling him closer. “Good. Then you can tell me if this bed is built to survive me.”
“You are obnoxious, Daven Caelith.” Ryneth followed Daven’s movement through silver lashes. The drugs had stripped his defenses. All that stayed was that stubborn tongue.
“I know.”
Daven drove his knee between Ryneth’s thighs to keep them spread.
He leaned over him and buried his face in the crook of Ryneth’s neck.
He smelled like rain and static. Daven’s tongue traced the curve of his throat.
He bit down hard enough to bruise. A startled cry left Ryneth’s lungs.
A violet bloom rose against the pale skin, a brand that would stay visible above the Academy collar.
“You bastard,” Ryneth moaned, rocking their groins together. “You’re a freak.” He gasped, clawing at Daven’s shoulders. His nails left red tracks Daven hoped would stay forever. “You’re a freak, just like me.”
“That’s right, baby.” Ryneth’s hips jerked as Daven reached down, freeing the thick length from his underwear. It stood proud against his stomach, wet with precum. “A beautiful freak.”
Daven wrapped his hand around the base and spread the slickness over the head with his thumb. With his free hand, he reached lower, rolling Ryneth’s balls in his palm.
“No—”
Daven’s mouth closed around the wet slit. He licked the ridge, his hand exploring the gorged veins.
“Good Light,” Ryneth groaned. He tried to kick Daven off, but his legs fell wider, his body surrendering to the suction.
Daven moaned into him, tasting, learning. His tongue swirled around the flushed head. He licked the underside, drinking the salty bead at the slit, before drawing the entire length deep into his throat.
He lifted his head.
“You don’t even know why you want this.” Daven kissed him, tasting salt on his mouth. “I can feel your static climbing. You’re terrified and still opening for me. Your body already wants what I’m not giving you.”
“I hate you,” Ryneth sobbed, but he’d stopped pushing.
“But you don’t want me to stop.” Daven grinned, his smile widening when he saw Ryneth’s gaze drop to his jeweled incisors. “You want me to keep going. You want me to make you come like this, pinned under me. Be good and take it.”
“No.”
“Yes, aethera. You do.” He licked his teeth, then brought them close to Ryneth’s mouth, loving how the other man trembled. “Show me, baby. Show me what you want.”
Ryneth writhed on the pillow, heels digging into the silk as he tried to drag himself higher, away from that mouth. “No,” he gasped, even as his thighs shook around Daven’s shoulders. Then he fell apart with a broken sob and grabbed Daven’s hair with trembling hands.
“That’s it,” Daven praised when Ryneth fisted his hair and guided him back down. “Put my mouth where you need it. That’s it. Be good for me.”
“You freak,” Ryneth breathed.
Daven smiled against the skin of Ryneth’s stomach, making sure to leave a wet stripe until he was back at that wet, throbbing cock.
“But I’m your freak. Take what you need, aethera.
Let me hear you shriek when I finally let you go.
” Without waiting for any further complaints, Daven swallowed him whole again, working his cock with hunger.
“Fuck… so good, fuck—” Ryneth babbled. His hips rocked forward, driving his dick deeper into Daven’s mouth. It hit the back of his throat, making him gag, spit and precum dribbling down the corners of his lips.
Daven fucking loved him like this, fighting for breath even as he pushed for more.
Popping off his dick, Daven loved the whimper that escaped Ryneth’s mouth. His fingers tightened in Daven’s hair, dragging him back down.
Looking up through his lashes, Daven took him in like this, stripped of all that fight. His mouth was open. His hands were shaking in Daven’s hair. “Tomorrow, you sit beside me at the Academy. I will guide you. If you need anything, you come to me. And only me.”
Daven freed his own length from his trousers. It was thick and aching. “Do you understand me?”
Ryneth’s pupil-blown eyes gazed down, unseeing. His mouth had gone slack, and his face was flushed with arousal. He nodded.
Daven’s heart jolted at the small victory. “Good boy,” he mumbled instead, as he climbed up and kissed him properly this time, holding Ryneth’s mouth under his for a few long seconds before nipping at his lower lip and smiling when Ryneth moaned for him.
“Fuck you,” Ryneth breathed, furious and wrecked all at once.
Daven grinned, brushed his thumb over Ryneth’s wet lower lip, and tightened his grip on both their cocks.
“Now, look at me. Look at what you’re making me do.
Every time I’m near you, the humming under my skin won’t fucking stop.
” He leaned in until their foreheads touched.
“It’s like my own blood recognizes you. It’s screaming for you. ”
The resistance snapped. Ryneth unraveled, every muscle in his body tightening before he finally broke. He came with a strangled shout, his hips jolting into Daven’s hand. The release spilled over the sheets in white ropes.
Daven watched Ryneth’s face, silver irises blown wide with the aftershock. His breath turned jagged.
Then he broke. He came hard, the friction of his hand and the sight of Ryneth enough to push him over. He spilled over his own stomach and the sheets, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Ryneth’s eyes stayed on him for one last hazy second. The tension drained out of his limbs in slow waves. His lashes fluttered once, then again, heavier each time. “Why me?” he whispered, the words already slurring as his head lolled to the side.
His fingers twitched weakly against Daven’s wrist, then went still. Before the last tremors had even left his body, sleep dragged him under.
“I don’t know why,” Daven whispered. He pulled the silk over them and pinned Ryneth against his side with the weight of his arm. “But you are perfect.”