Chapter 7 #2
“No more stalling.” Silver couldn’t afford to now that he knew what he intended. Returning to the bed, he settled back between Nuri’s spread thighs, drinking in the sight of him, still hard and leaking.
It seemed like at least on this they were in agreement, for the second Silver brought a finger back to Nuri’s entrance, Nuri rolled his hips. He pushed onto that offered digit, eyes rolling back from just that tiny bit of contact.
His finger pressed forward and Silver groaned right along with him at the tight feel, his cock growing painfully hard.
Silver leaned forward, capturing Nuri’s lips a second time as his fingers stretched and opened him, his tongue lapping at the roof of his mouth.
The smell of cherries and mahogany surrounded him, that familiar scent he’d long since associated purely with Nuri, and it spurred him on.
He added a second finger, twirling them around before seeking out that spot inside of Nuri he knew would have him writhing. Sure enough, as soon as he tapped against it, Nuri pulled away to cry out.
“Do that again,” Silver ordered, picking up his tempo to match the rapidly increasing sounds of Nuri’s panting. When he pressed that spot Nuri obliged, even louder this time around.
He pumped in another digit, carefully watching Nuri’s expression for any signs that he was feeling discomfort, but his body seemed primed and ready for it, almost like he was made for him.
“What usually happens next?” he asked, waiting for Nuri to open his eyes and look at him before continuing. “In your dreams? What do I do to you now?”
“Flip me over and take me from behind,” Nuri said without skipping a beat.
“That’s rough.”
“That’s the point.”
As amazing as that sounded, Silver wasn’t so far gone from his lust that he’d forgotten how they’d ended up here in the first place. “You’re injured. Rough isn’t on the table tonight, I’m afraid.”
“Injured?” Nuri’s brow furrowed, some of the desire slipping from his eyes.
Silver didn’t like that, so he bent back down and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip to give him a taste of the rowdier type of sex he seemed to prefer. Which was definitely something Silver was noting for next time.
Because there was going to be a next time.
And a time after that.
And after that.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” he swore, only partially aware he was doing so out loud and not just in his head.
Then he pulled his hand free and reached down, shifting so that he could grab hold of his cock and line it up.
He was covered in precome as well and gave himself a couple of strokes to spread it until he was sure he was slick enough.
“You’re taking too long,” Nuri whined, dropping his palm over the back of Silver’s neck to pull him in. His teeth grazed Silver’s chin suggestively and he smirked. “You’re a Swift. We both know lube isn’t necessary. Stop stalling and stick it in already.”
“How romantic,” Silver drawled, though he had to admit it was somewhat adorable, Nuri like this.
He was right. Since Swifts were less common on the planet, their bodies were naturally built for procreation.
His precome didn’t dry as quickly and from the second he’d started to get hard he’d been producing it.
No doubt he’d ruined a good pair of pants leading up to this even.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to toss out spoiled clothing thanks to Nuri.
“This isn’t about romance,” Nuri argued. “This is about need. And I need your cock inside—”
As thrilling as it was to hear those words finally coming off of Nuri’s lips, they also wholly undid Silver. With one flick of his hips, he entered, his thrust sharp and hard enough to have the smaller man crying out again, this time with a hint of pain in his tone.
Silver froze, giving him a moment to adjust to him, holding himself still as Nuri buried his face against the curve of his neck.
“That hurt,” Nuri said a second later, sounding uncertain. “And you’re…big. Like, really big.”
He probably would have laughed at that, but it was obvious that Nuri was starting to realize this wasn’t actually a dream. To keep him from panicking, Silver slipped a hand between them, rolling his thumb over the tight bud of Nuri’s right nipple.
Beneath him, Nuri relaxed some, groaning at the contact.
“There you go.” Silver slowly eased his cock out almost to the tip and then slid back in, the glide into that warm, wet heat causing him to growl in satisfaction. “You’re tighter than I imagined.”
“Faster,” Nuri demanded, and when Silver glanced down at him, his eyes were closed once more.
He readjusted, moving back onto his knees and draping Nuri’s right leg over his shoulder.
He didn’t want to accidentally move onto his injured ankle, and since Nuri was currently so blissed out, he worried the other man wouldn’t notice if he hurt himself either.
The new position also had the added benefit of allowing his cock to drive in deeper, and Silver followed instructions, quickening his thrusts.
The mingled sounds of their gasps and grunts filled the room, but while Nuri kept his eyes closed, Silver watched everything, unwilling to miss a single detail. Whenever he pounded into him at a particular angle, Nuri would toss his head back.
He fucked into him deep and steady, controlling himself by some miracle alone when all his inner voice was screaming at him to do was roughly claim.
The bed creaked beneath them, no doubt the old thing about ready to give, and he made a mental note to do this in his room the next time.
His bed was bigger and they’d be more comfortable.
“Silver,” Nuri clawed at the sheets, “I want—”
He wrapped his hand around Nuri’s cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for that to push Nuri over the edge.
Nuri wailed as he came, shoots of come gushing out to splatter against his stomach and all over Silver’s hand. All the while, Silver continued to ram into him.
“Kiss me,” Nuri reached for him and that was all the effort needed to have Silver dropping forward. He bit at Silver’s tongue and then sucked it into his mouth the same way his hole was greedily clamping down on his cock.
The orgasm hit him almost unexpectedly, stars bursting behind his eyes as Silver drove himself home one last time, burying himself as deep as he could possibly get as his cock emptied into Nuri’s body.
He continued to rock through it, gentle movements that he didn’t notice he was making, the same way he was unaware of the soft, feather-light open mouth kisses he was peppering all across Nuri’s face, and down his neck, across the top of his chest.
Silver held the smaller man in his arms as he finished, trapping that warmth to him, wanting to keep them both caught in this moment for an eternity. Sex had always been good, but this, this was something else entirely.
“I didn’t know anything could feel this way,” he whispered, running his fingers through Nuri’s damp hair, pushing the strands off his forehead so he could place a kiss there as well.
He nosed the underside of his jaw next, urging Nuri to tip his head for him, and when he did, he inhaled him, wanting to imprint the scent on his very soul.
Although, supposedly that act was already done. Completed when he’d come inside of Nuri while in his Swift form. Binding them together with ancient power science still couldn’t fully comprehend or explain.
“I’m never letting you go,” Silver told him, words pouring out of him unbidden and unencumbered.
He was acting purely on instinct, only partially aware of all the things he was saying or the touches he continued to lavish Nuri with.
“Never. You can’t leave. You’ll stay with me. This was too good. You’re too good.”
Nuri was his now, well and truly.
His choice had been made, even if it’d been tricked out of him.