An Unexpected Lesson #6
Another time, maybe, if Kai wanted, he’d mention there were magical options. Right now, he didn’t want to burn through his power any faster than he already was, or risk fucking up in an attempt to get creative.
“There should totally be a Finger-Fucking 101,” Kai said with a snicker. “Alright. I’m going to start and show you. Then have you take over. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
If Kai wanted to play the professor for this particular class, Xak was more than happy to throw on the plaid mini skirt and pigtails.
“So studious. Pay attention, Xak. This is gonna be more show than tell.” Kai held his hand out, palm up, as he spoke. “Be a good boy and open that. Get my fingers slick.”
“I can do that, sir,” Xak shifted back, to where he could see all of Kai. The pop of the cap, and the shine of slick liquid on Kai’s fingers, dripping down to pool in his palm. “Memorize every second.”
“That’s because you’re my clever boy.” Breath gone ragged at the end, as Kai’s fingers searched and found and pressed.
What a fucking vision. Kai reclining, legs spread, working himself open. Letting Xak watch. He drew a shaky breath, tongue darting over his fangs.
“Tell me what I taste like, sweet boy. Hands on my thighs or stomach. Touch me, and tell me what you’re hungry for.”
Letting the lube fall back to the couch, Xak slid his hands down Kai’s tense thighs, reading want and anticipation.
“Desire. Like the finest top-shelf red, but drunk straight from the bottle or licked from skin. Pleasure. Sweet and rich. Dark chocolate, candied cherries, sugar-dusted lips. And…” he couldn’t quite make himself say it.
At least, not to explain. “Sunlight, sir. You taste like sunlight. Like the first warm day after a long, cold winter.”
More of it, with every slide of Kai’s fingers. More chocolate, like Kai was laying pieces on his waiting tongue, leaving them there to melt. Washing it down with fingers dipped in wine for him to lick.
“Hopefully you don’t mind sunlight, demon,” Kai’s voice, tight with desire, still managed to hold gentle humor. “Top shelf red and candies and sunshine. That what you want, beautiful boy? What you’re hungry for?”
“Please. Starving, sir.” Xak’s avid gaze stayed fixed on every rock and press, hands still traveling over Kai’s thighs. He would remember this. Forever. “Fuck, I need you.”
“Show me,” Kai answered, curling his other hand around his cock and shuddering in an utterly mesmerizing show. “Let me feel your fingers. Get me ready for your cock. Can’t do it wrong, not with how close you’re watching.”
“So generous with me, sir.”
Xak didn’t allow himself to doubt. Focused on Kai, his words. His control. Only had to listen. To try.
He took the second necessary to slick his fingers, attention still fixed on Kai. The press of his fingers. The shift of his fist over his cock. Gorgeous. Kai would happily starve until he discorporated, just to keep watching.
But getting more, that was so better.
Kai’s fingers already there, so that Xak’s hand covered his, set a third finger against Kai’s, let him guide the movement, take them both into the heat of his ass, that slick tightness, and the wash of chocolateberrywinesunlight that came with it.
“Hellfire. Fuck .” Whimpering again, pleading without intent. With hunger. “You’re so damned hot.”
The taste of him. The sight of him. The literal heat of him, slick and waiting. The way he gasped, a wordless, punched-out sound, rocking against their joined fingers as he stroked himself.
“Fuck, Xak, so good for me. Need you to fuck me, sweet boy.” Words and heat and intoxicating desire, so that each time Kai gasped, Xak did the same. “Tell me you’re my good boy, how good you’ve been, earned this. All of it. Only my good boy gets to have me like this.”
Kai needed. Needed him. Xak understood about need. He was drunk with it, hunger teased to a fever pitch, an ache without pain, desperation that came with the promise of plenty. Want, too, was a sort of need, each heated slide tempting his cock with possibility.
Xak whined, didn’t even try to bite it back. And it shouldn’t be the talking that made you blush when you were naked and three knuckles deep in someone, but it did. He knew what Kai wanted him to say this time.
Should be easy. But it wasn’t.
“I’m yours, sir.” That wouldn’t cut it; it just felt good to say. Xak whined again, the sound ending in a helpless, embarrassed hiss. “Your good boy. I’ve tried and been so good and I’ve … earned this.”
Shivering by the end, raw and vulnerable and seen. Safe in it, with Kai, who treated him so well. Who wouldn’t let him fall or fail.
“That’s right; you’re mine. My good boy. You’ve earned this. Earned saying it and being told and fucking me. ‘Cause you’re so, so good.”
If Kai kept talking like that, kept tightening around his fingers, Xak wasn’t going to make it to fucking. “Sir. Please. ”
“Time to give you what you need, my Xak. Gonna–” and Xak’s hand guided Kai’s hand away, pulled their joined fingers free. “Push me back a little more, back to the couch, keep the pillow under me. Want you between my thighs again, all of you, up here with me.”
Don’t scramble after your summoner in a graceless, desperate rush. That wasn’t a lesson, even. Just common fucking sense. Still it was a close-run thing.
Self control. Enough to slow himself down, to follow Kai’s instructions, to be his good, sweet boy, nuzzling the man’s neck, inhaling him as he easily pushed him further back on the couch–demonic strength was a thing, even for a not-quite incubus–and settled between those incredible thighs.
“Need you,” he breathed against Kai’s neck. Pleaded. “Need you, sir. Starving for you.”
“Good thing you’ve been perfect for me, then,” Kai said against Xak’s temple, fingers tracing over his wings and making them tremble.
“C’mon, my gorgeous boy, tuck in closer.
Stroke yourself and get your pretty cock slick.
And when you have,” a kiss, to the base of his horn, “press against me so I can feel it. Tease me. We’re almost there. I promise.”
Gone with it, lost to hunger and desire, enough that the pressure of his own hand over his cock had a groan catching in his throat. Enough that his wings didn’t flutter or his throat tighten at what Kai had asked of him.
He wouldn’t mess this up. Kai wouldn’t let him.
Leaning in, feeling the promise of slickness and heat against the head of his cock, tasting the bright note of Kai’s anticipation. Taking no more than that, shifting his hips just enough to give what had been asked for, to tease with possibility instead of giving into it.
“Please.” Quiet, needy, a fragile whimper against Kai’s neck. He felt that way. Fragile. Broken open and raw and right. “I’ve… I’ve been good, sir. Please. ”
“You’ve been perfect. The very best.” Words spoken as Kai wrapped his magnificent thighs around Xak’s hips, as he drew Xak closer, into the tight heat of him. “ Fuck Xak. Fuck, sweet boy, fuck, c’mon, into me, give me every inch of you.”
Theory, it turned out, didn’t hold a single damned candle to experience. It wasn’t that Xak didn’t know . Knew the nature of pleasure. The psychology of submission. Knew all of it.
Knew absolutely fuck all.
Kai, all slick, clutching heat, was nothing at all like his own fist. Kai’s ragged voice in his ear was no textbook description. Drawn in and in. Taking but taken, while sugarchocolatebittersweetbright made him forget he’d ever known any other taste.
“Kai.” A single begging word, not chosen. Dragged from him by shivering need and the sweet press of Kai’s thighs, in and in while he whimpered and hissed, wings trembling again, or maybe all of him trembling.
“That’s right, Xak, fuck, there you are.” Kai’s lovely voice sounded even better like this, drawn out and rough at the edges. “My good boy; tell me you’re mine. Want to hear you say it, want to hear that you’re my sweet, good, gorgeous boy.”
“I’m yours,” he offered, the only hesitation coming from remembering that he existed, that he could speak. Needed to speak if Kai told him to. “Yours and yours and yours. Your good, sweet, ravenous boy. Please, sir. Crystal. Anything. May I move? Please . I’m yours, sir. All yours.”
“Perfect, you’re perfect, sorry, fuck, you feel–words, fuck–so incredible.
” The words spoken in a beautiful rush, as Kai’s legs eased around him.
“Yes, fuck, you can move, need you to. Need my sweet boy to fuck me. Pull– fuck– pull almost out, and fuck into me when my thighs squeeze. Just to start. Okay?”
Something to cling to. Kai’s words. Kai himself. A way to keep himself from shaking apart from hunger and pleasure. Heat and praise.
Wanted to move, had to , a desperate beat of instinct running through him, but still he whimpered when the press of Kai’s thighs eased, because he wanted to live here in this moment, where Kai was holding him, surrounding him, and everything was right.
Where he felt like even he was right.
But fuck he was desperate for more.
“Okay,” he whispered, hissing as he shifted back, slow and careful, far as he could bear, then in at the–thank fuck–pressure of Kai’s thighs, guiding him deeper while he whimpered and gasped and trembled. “Anything, sir. Hellfire . Anything for you. Do this– fuck –all night if you need me to.”
Stamina wouldn’t be the problem, though it might just drive him mad. And, eventually, he’d discorporate from hunger. But, for Kai, he was willing to try.
“Know you would, gorgeous, know you’d do anything I needed.
Need this, doing so well, my good boy.” Kai gasped, words almost lost to his breath.
“Faster for me? Gonna– Need to hold on, just–” Words stumbling, tripping, and it was captivating, to hear him like this.
Unsteady with a need Xak could taste. That he could share .
“Can you–fuck–pace feeding? Fuck me faster, more, and not feed all at once? Need it. Need you.”
All Xak wanted to say was yes.Only yes and yours and please .
Could he?