An Unexpected Lesson #4
“Crystal, sir,” he breathed, still licking the taste of the man from his lips. “I want more of you.”
“See? Doing so well. Using your words, trying your best. I’m proud of you, Xak.” Kai leaned away, hands falling to Xak’s hips again. “Stand up. Take the rest of your clothes off. Take your time like before. Let me see all of you.”
None of this was going like Xak had expected.
He'd heard stories about humans. And Kai wasn't like any of them.
Generous and patient, his touch sure and direct.
His words, the guiderope Xak needed. And his desire…
Xak understood now, the traditions around first feeding.
No one could ever possibly taste as good as Kai did.
“That, I know how to do.”
He let his hands steal down Kai's chest as he stood, not feeling quite brave enough to stroke those gorgeous thighs, as much as he wanted to.
Shoes off, and Xak did that part quickly. It was hard to be erotic with tennis shoes. He knew though, how to draw the rest out, teasing open the button of his pants. Drawing the zipper down slow. Freeing his cock before he sliding his slacks down further, already hard from Kai's touch.
Hopefully, Kai knew what to expect from a demon like Xak. Or at least, he wouldn’t be turned off by the raised ridges that ran down Xak’s cock, or the way the head tapered, coming to a point.
Don’t think about it.
Bending at the waist, he took his slacks the rest of the way off, taking his time there, too. If nothing else, maybe Kai would appreciate that he was flexible.
“You’re an expert at that, yeah. Come here.” Kai reached for him even as he spoke, pulled him in until his hand was on Xak’s ass and his lips were on his stomach. “I’m gonna see that little show of yours when I close my eyes for years, my good boy.”
Before Xak could even begin to formulate an answer, Kai’s other hand found his cock.
Hellfire.
Xak should have been able to handle being touched. Done something properly sexy, or said something encouraging, whatever it took to build Kai’s pleasure. He was an incubus for fuck’s sake. He knew all about handjobs.
Theoretically.
But no one had ever touched him before. No one else was Kai. Delectable, patient Kai, the fucking feast of a man who’d accidently summoned him and not sent him away.
“Sir,” he hissed, reaching to grab Kai’s shoulders before he lost his balance. Because, suddenly, his knees didn’t feel quite so steady. “Oh, fuck, please…”
“That’s right. Hold onto me. My hair, the way you asked for.
” Kai kissed him and kissed him again, his hand moving steadily over Xak’s cock.
“Just like I promised. Gonna take the best care of you, Xak, gorgeous boy. And you’re going to be so very, very good, because you want to stroke my cock. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” It came out thready, breathless with need. “I will. I’ll try.”
Hellfire, but Kai tasted so good. Better still when Xak buried his fingers in those dark, messy locks, tasting a fresh thrill of emotions from the human. Lust, yes, but also…
Whatever it was, the taste of it was a dark, rich note, mellow and subtle. There with every murmured encouragement.
“That’s all you need to do. Just be like this, like you already are. I still want you to fuck me, feed and take your fill.”
Breathe. He needed to breathe. Get himself under control before he came in Kai’s hand like the virgin he was And yes, he was a being of magic, meaning coming hardly needed to mean finishing .
But Xak doubted his ability to keep from feeding during climax, and that would definitely ruin the evening. Kai had been very clear.
Panting, he managed to look down at Kai, wonder and need both in his gaze.
“Anything, sir,” he said, meaning it far more than he should. Dangerous words, if he were in the confines of a summoning circle. “Anything for you. You’re… It’s hard to keep from feeding. Not complaining. But I didn’t know I could be this hungry. Want this much.”
“Doesn’t sound like you’re complaining. Sounds like you’re doing exactly what I need you to do, waiting to feed, trying your best not to.” Words spoken as Kai kept up those steady strokes, each a fresh wave of heated pleasure. “My ravenous boy.”
“I am. Ravenous.” Words found between ragged breaths. “Imagine the best wine you’ve ever had. Something dark and red and expensive. Vinegar, in comparison. Water. You taste like sin.” A quirked, sideways smile, showing his fangs. “And I know sin.”
Kai didn’t laugh, like Xak maybe expected him too. His teeth grazed Xak’s abs, while his strokes slowed, leaving him whimpering.
“Need to stand, so you can touch me more. Say please, Xak. Ask me to stand, so I can make myself let go, instead of staying like this until you finish.”
Xak only just managed to keep himself from blurting out please the moment Xak prompted him to say it. Probably please, sir , because Kai said he liked it and it felt so good to say. There was a … safety to it. Like a reminder to both of them, who was in charge, that all Xak needed to do was listen.
Instead, he curled his fingers through Kai’s hair one last time, before letting himself say what he so desperately wanted to. “Please, stand up, sir. I need you.”
The right words. Xak could taste Kai’s desire, his approval. Taste it as Kai stood, then pulled him in.
Oh, fuck.
Xak had hoped it might clear his head, when Kai stopped stroking him, stopped sending frissons of pleasure up Xak’s spine and dragging pants from his lips. He’d thought he’d be able to to think, to focus, to remember anything he’d ever studied.
It did not help.
Not with Kai kissing him, holding him, there and Xak allowed to touch, to let himself follow the lines of him, a delicious contrast of soft and hard. (Hard: his still-clothed cock, the drag of his teeth. Soft: his body against Kai’s, his full ass when Xak dared to squeeze it.)
Not with Kai’s pleasure utterly overwhelming him, too rich and complex for Xak to even begin to break down into component parts.
He was an idiot and he didn’t even care.
Didn’t even think. Only groaned against Kai’s lips, clutching at him desperately, not thinking of right or wrong and pass or fail.
Not thinking at all, only reaching for more when the kiss broke, the words more and please and crystal, fuck, crystal leaving his tongue of their own accord.
“Undress me,” Kai directed, biting the words into Xak’s lips. “Don’t take your time. Gonna keep kissing you. Such a good boy. Just get them open and down my hips.”
Vaguely, distantly, Xak still had the nagging sense that he was doing this wrong. Kai got pleasure. Xak got power and a meal. That was how it worked.
Wrong, and he should care, but he didn’t. All he cared about was more. More of Kai’s pleasure and more of his own, and right now, more of Kai. More skin to touch and squeeze and taste.
“You have the best damned ideas,” he answered, already working Kai’s fly open. “Next time you let me do this right, okay?”
Kai smiled against his lips, his next kiss deeper, drowning Xak in the taste of an emotion sweeter than desire, glittering and bright. Like sunshine. “Next time.”
Next time, and maybe Kai meant it. Maybe he’d summon Xak again. That was a worry for after. Now was for pushing Kai’s pants down over that wonderful ass and not for stroking the human’s cock, for all he wanted to. He’d wait for permission.
“Can I stroke your cock, sir?”
Sort of.
“ Fuck .” Kai kissed his cheek. His jaw. “My eager boy. Been so very, very good for me. You can stroke my cock. You’re exactly what I need.”
The sound that Xak made, less hiss than whimper, probably fell under the same category as ‘summoned while holding a pile of paperwork’ in the intimidating demon department.
But Xak had more important things to think about. Things like licking the heady taste of desire from Kai’s lips before shifting back. He’d said he wanted to be on his knees for this. Hopefully, the human wouldn’t mind his following through.
“Yours, sir,” he breathed against Kai’s lips. “So damned lucky to be yours.”
“We’re both lucky for that.”
Kai could have sent him back to the Hells and the dull repetition of filing and being a general fuckup.
Instead, the man was giving him this. Letting him touch.
Promising to let him feed on the heady power he radiated.
Not just a summoner, a true mage , and Xak could’ve gone decades without meeting one.
There were better, more experienced demons someone so rare could summon.
Kai had kept him.
He slid to his knees slowly, all trailing fingertips and gently dragging nails.
Exploring. Learning. This last subject, the study he’d been to afraid to undertake.
Gifted to him. Finally, he settled on his heels, his hands curved back around Kai’s thighs.
Glad of his long fingers, with Kai being far from a waif-like wisp-of-a-thing.
Solid and soft both, thick everywhere Xak longed to get a handful, with thighs that he was sure would fit just right against his hips.
He slid his hand up the inside of one of those perfect thighs, slow despite the pressure of his own anticipation.
To Kai’s hip, then over his stomach and down, where his cock waited, hard for him.
This, Xak had never done for anyone but himself.
His gaze went up, questioning, before he let his hand move.
Kai’s fingers ran through his hair, stroking then holding tight. A firm, unspoken reassurance. You’re where you’re supposed to be.
“ Fuck , you feel fantastic. So lucky to have summoned you instead. You’re so good, Xak. Keep being my wonderful boy and stroke me? Touch me how you want to. The way you asked for.”
He wasn’t going to fuck this up. He wasn’t going to fuck this up. Kai said he was good, that he felt fantastic. And Xak knew how pleased Kai was. He could taste it: sunlight and sin, trust and promises.