An Unexpected Lesson #3
This part, Xak knew. The parting of lips. The dance of tongues. Shared breath and twinned hunger. Familiar enough to ease the nervous tightness in Xak’s shoulders, slow the fluttering of his wings. Searing enough that Xak’s handful of papers fell to the floor, utterly forgotten.
Kai tasted of laughter and pleasure: a rich, tempting power that Xak let himself savor but not take.
And he tasted of Kai, this stranger who had been kind to him for no reason at all, who was willing to put up with a nervous, inexperienced, not-quite incubus, for reasons Xak didn’t quite understand.
“Will you tell me what I’ve got you thinking?” he asked, with just a hint of pleading. “I want to make you feel good, Kai. Better than anyone ever has.” He wanted to try anyway. “Please?”
“I was thinking how fucking cute you are,” Kai said, fingers in Xak’s hair, as he held him for another dizzying kiss. “That I’ve never met anyone sexier, and that I want to see how often I can make you blush or get flustered.”
“I’m not cute,” Xak replied, testing and playful, none of the real offense he’d shown at the suggestion of bread and marmalade. “And I don’t blush.”
“You’re so cute. And I think I want to feel you feed with your cock in me.”
That was– Xak licked his lips, feeling the heat in his cheeks spread down his neck, up his wings.
“See?” Kai’s hand traced the curve of Xak’s jaw. “There’s that adorable blush. You should kiss me now, because you’re a fantastic kisser, and I want more. ”
Hellfire, those words felt good. The clarity of them. “Kiss me now,” so Xak did, not fierce and claiming, but hungry and eager. Eager to taste. Eager to please.
Some demons chose sex magic because they liked sex. Others because they liked pain, giving or receiving. Xak was fascinated by pleasure , by the idea of embodying it, giving it, using it. And, now, by the way it tasted on Kai, rich and heady, intoxicating and sweet.
“Crystal,” he heard himself say, breathless against Kai’s lips.
“Good. I was hoping to see how far that blush doesn’t go. Show you what crystal gets you next.” Kai kissed him, quick and firm, grip tight in his hair, then stepped back. “Letting you go for just a second.”
While Xak waited, still flushed, the warmth of Kai’s lust making it hard not to grin, the summoner sat on the nearby L-shaped couch.
“I–”
But before Xak could explain that he wasn’t sure what to do, Kai patted his legs, halfway up his thighs. “Come here. Facing me, knees on the couch, one leg on either side of mine.”
Again, that easy clarity. Whenever Xak had imagined being summoned, he’d pictured a dark room and a faceless summoner saying “please me . ” Which was what he wanted. He’d love to do just that. But he knew that asking for a footnoted reference on what he was supposed to do would ruin the mood.
Xak looked down at Kai, there with his legs slightly spread, waiting, and knew his expression was probably more puppy-dog gratitude than smoldering seduction.
Hopefully the way he licked his fangs, like he truly did have a feast spread before him–he did–made it clear that he wanted more than being petted.
I want to feel you feed with your cock in me. Hellfire.
“Yes … sir?” Offered with the lilt of a question, a hesitant “is this okay.” Xak really was blushing now, all the way to his horns, his wings fluttering rapidly as he obeyed, knees on the couch, and those thick thighs under him though Xak didn’t dare sit.
“That’s perfect. Doing just what I said, aren’t you?” Kai’s hands settled on Xak’s hips, pressing down until he took the hint and sat properly. “‘Sir’ sounds good from you. How does it feel, saying it? Knowing that you’re being such a good boy for me?”
Pleasure exchanged for power. That’s how it was supposed to go.
But this? Kai’s voice, those words, they burned, became a need.
Not to do it right or to feed or to not be a failure for once.
What he needed was to hear good boy again.
To say sir and taste Kai’s pleasure in it even as he felt his own.
Kai, who was working Xak’s knees apart with the press of his thighs, bringing their cocks front and center so that, when Kai ducked his head, the sight of strained fabric was impossible to miss.
“Like I want to keep saying it,” he admitted, trying to keep his answer shorter than a damned dissertation. “And I want it to be true. Like maybe you’ll keep me from fucking up too badly.”
“All you need to do is try your best.” Kai pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to the base of one of his horns. “That’s something I already know you’re gonna do. It’s my job to make sure you’re given what you need to do that.”
“I…” Xak had always figured he’d be the one doing the seducing. It was practically his job.
But here was Kai, touching and kissing and pulling him closer, making Xak’s heart race with something other than nerves. The way he talked . It left Xak almost breathless, his wings fluttering as he finally settled for grabbing the back of the couch, because he needed to hold on to something.
Kai nuzzled his ear, voice warm and close and sure. “Tell me what you need to do for me, Xak. What is it I need from you?”
“You need me to try. To do what you tell me. To be good.” His voice had never sounded so rough. He’d never been so hungry. Soul hungry, skin hungry. Not the hunger of deprivation, but of plenty. “I want to be good, sir.”
“That’s my good boy,” Kai said, dragging him in closer, until Xak’s cock was caught between them. Pressed into the soft rise of Kai’s generous stomach. “Unbutton your shirt, Xak. Take it off slowly. Let me see how far down that blush goes.”
My good boy . Such a simple phrase, and it wasn’t like Xak didn’t know about it’s use. He’d written papers and watched films and practiced scripts for oral exams. (Which, yes, everyone at Screw U made jokes about.)
But it was different, hearing it from Kai.
Xak wanted nothing so much in the world as to keep hearing it.
To have Kai looking up at him with approval, rocking against him and flooding his senses with pleasure and desire.
The bitterness and hurt he’d sensed at the start were gone, like they should be. Kai should never have to hurt.
“I don’t blush,” he said, faux-sullen and genuinely embarrassed, because he did and he was.
“Yeah?” Kai laughed, and Xak liked the way it sounded. The way it didn’t feel cruel. “Guess it must be a demon thing. Changing colors when horny.”
“You’re thinking of chameleons,” Xak dared to reply, with a smile of his own.
This part wasn’t too hard. Xak knew how to take off his clothes. He even managed to keep his fingers steady, at least until Kai’s mouth found his chest.
“There you go. Look at you.” Kai said, as Xak pulled his wings in tight so he could shrug his shirt off entirely. “Such a good boy. Followed what I said to the letter. My shirt, next. Just as slowly as yours. And since you’ve been so good, you can touch me.”
Hellfire, but he could probably feed now and be high for a week, there was already so much pleasure in the air. He wanted to drink Kai’s energy like fine wine, every shimmering drop on offer.
“Thank you, sir.”
Hopefully Kai, who couldn’t taste what he felt, would hear the genuine gratitude in his voice.
Or maybe he’d know it from the way Xak undressed him, like he was opening a present, but didn’t want to mar the wrapping.
One button at a time, fingers exploring every newly exposed inch.
Stroking collarbones. Circling nipples. A little hesitant, yes, the way he touched.
But nothing hesitant about the way he watched or the eager way his ass met the grind of Kai’s cock.
“I like touching you,” he murmured, as he reached the end of Kai’s buttons. “Can I keep touching you?”
“That is ridiculously hot,” Kai’s voice was beautifully unsteady, and his touch teased and coaxed, each brush of his fingers overwhelming Xak with a fresh wave of feeling, the dizzying taste of desire. “How you just say what it is you want.”
“I’m not afraid of the wanting,” Xak admitted, purring into Kai’s touch, tilting his head to feel more of it. “I’m afraid I’ll screw up so badly you won’t let me have it. But I’m trying, sir. Trying to be good.”
“You are being good. I would tell you if you weren’t.
” Kai tugged him in for a kiss, and Xak dared to be a little bolder this time, tongue darting out between his fangs.
“And I’ll tell you when you are. Remind you of how pleased I am with you.
How well you’re doing, being my good boy. Because it’s true, isn’t it?”
There was only one possible answer to that.
“Yes, sir,” he murmured, still nuzzling into Kai’s hand and blushing at saying it. “Let’s … forget about the Xak whining part and get back to me telling you how fucking sexy you are.”
“I’m not going to call it whining.” Kai kissed his cheek, tone firm.
“I’m calling it an invitation to keep telling you how good you are.
‘Cause I mean it, and saying it a lot doesn’t mean I don’t.
So,” he tugged at Xak’s waistband with his thumb, “be my lovely boy, and tell me how you’re asking to touch me, cutie. ”
“Every way you’ll let me,” Xak answered, feeling a little braver. “I want to bury my hands in your hair, press close and feel your chest against mine. I want to kiss your neck and taste your heartbeat. To kneel between your thighs, and if you decide I’ve been very, very good, stroke your cock.”
“Good boy,” Kai said, pairing the words with a searing kiss and an upward rock of his hips that left Xak gasping. “That’s just what I meant, about saying what you want. So sexy. Answer’s yes, you can touch me more, but I need to hear the go word.”
Xak beamed at the human’s approval, leaning in that little bit more, wings half open and no longer fluttering with tension. He wanted to trust Kai, to put himself in the summoner’s hands and not worry so much about … everything.