Chapter 24 #3
“That’s it,” Daven praised, stretching him, feeling the muscles yield. “Open up for me. Show me how badly you need it.”
He guided his length to Ryneth’s hole and pushed inside, sinking his teeth into Ryneth’s shoulder to muffle the cry as Ryneth tightened around him. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect. So fucking mine.”
One hand braced on the glass beside Ryneth’s head, the other locked on his hip, Daven began to thrust into him, slow at first, then harder, faster, making the glass rattle with every impact.
“Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” Ryneth moaned.
“Yeah? Feel good, baby?” Daven watched their reflection, Ryneth’s silver lashes fluttering as he lost himself to the friction.
Daven’s hand slid from the glass to Ryneth’s hip, digging into the flesh. He increased the pace, his thrusts turning into a brutal, steady rhythm that made the large window rattle in its frame. Ryneth’s head thrashed against the pane, his lashes trembling as he struggled to breathe.
“That’s it,” Daven rumbled, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of Ryneth’s neck. “Take it all. Every inch.”
Ryneth let out a wrecked moan, his voice breaking into a sob. He tried to find purchase on the silk cushions, but his fingers only slid uselessly over the fabric. He was open, pinned between the cold glass and Daven’s heat, his body yielding beneath him.
Daven reached down, his ringed hand finding the base of Ryneth’s cock. He fisted the length, the metal of his rings scraping against his skin until Ryneth’s hips jerked. His thumb moved to the head, circling the wet slit, before his palm traveled lower to cup Ryneth’s balls.
“So full,” Daven whispered, his voice vibrating low against Ryneth’s ear. “So perfect in my palm.”
He squeezed, his grip possessive and hard. Ryneth shrieked, his back arching. The static in his veins surged again, blue-white light mapping the arteries in his forearms, but it only fed the fire.
Daven didn't stop. He summoned his air, coiling the pressure around Ryneth’s cock like a heated glove. He used the wind to create a secondary friction, a localized storm working Ryneth’s length while Daven continued to drive into his heat.
“Too much,” Ryneth moaned. His eyes rolled back and he babbled nonsense, his mouth hanging open.
“Tell me who owns you,” Daven ordered, his thrusts driving deep inside him.
“You,” Ryneth choked out, his head lolling. “You do. Daven. Please.”
“Good boy.” Daven’s hand tightened around his balls, his thumb pumping Ryneth’s cock in a fast, punishing motion. “Cum for me, baby. Let the static go. Give it all to me.”
Ryneth’s breath turned into a jagged rasp, his vision tunneling as the pleasure peaked. He bucked against the glass, his hips meeting Daven’s with a wet, heavy thud. “I’m—I’m—Daven!”
“Do it,” Daven growled, his own heart slamming against Ryneth’s back. “Show me how a good boy breaks for me.”
Ryneth unraveled. He came with a strangled shout, his release hitting the glass in white streaks. The static erupted, a halo of blue light that turned the room into a star for one blinding second.
Daven followed him over the edge, his body shuddering as he came hard. He pushed deeper, his hand still around Ryneth’s spent cock, holding him through the tremors. Then he slumped against Ryneth’s back, chest heaving, and rested his own forehead against the cool pane.
Still buried deep inside Ryneth’s warm, tight tunnel, he cupped Ryneth’s velvety balls and rolled them in his palm. “Mine.”
Ryneth released a shaky breath in reply.
Daven shifted behind him and finally pulled free. The cool air rushed in immediately.
“Fuck,” Ryneth muttered.
Daven laughed softly against his shoulder. “Cold?”
“A little.”
“Good.” Daven reached for the folded blankets stacked beside the cushions and wrapped one around Ryneth’s shoulders and another around his own waist.
Ryneth swayed when he shifted back from the glass, then instead of stepping away, he caught the edge of Daven’s blanket and stayed there, close enough that their shoulders pressed under the fabric.
Daven felt it instantly, the difference between the pull of the bond and the way Ryneth stayed close because he wanted to. “Come on,” he said, quieter this time.
Ryneth glanced up at him. “Where?”
“Bed, obviously.”
Ryneth snorted, steadying himself with a hand on Daven’s arm as Daven helped him fully to his feet.
Night had started to fall over Helion. The outer ring was still visible above the skyline, pale against the darkening sky. Somewhere across the city, thunder rolled low enough to make the glass vibrate.
They crossed the terrace wrapped in blankets. Halfway to the door, Daven slowed, glancing up. “That’s strange,” he murmured. “Helion doesn’t usually sound like that.”
Ryneth tilted his head back, listening to the distant thunder. “On Düren, it always sounds like something’s about to break,” he said softly.
Daven looked at him. “And what does this sound like?”
Ryneth turned his head, meeting his gaze with that quiet intensity that kept catching Daven off guard. “Like maybe everything doesn’t feel like it’s about to fall apart when I’m with you.”
Daven stilled. For a second, the air inside him shifted. Then he snorted softly and nudged Ryneth toward the door. “Careful, aethera. You keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you like me.”