Chapter Five #2
Ix snorted and slid his hand tantalizingly slowly up the length of Eric’s cock, and it was shameful how Eric arched up into it.
Waiting for Ix to unlace his breeches and peel them off felt like a tease; he hadn’t realized he’d held his breath until Ix took hold of him in his hand, wrapping his fingers around firmly, and Eric gasped.
“A shame my hand is smaller now,” said Ix casually, as if he were commenting on the weather instead of pumping Eric’s cock. “Your cock would fit nice and snug into the palm of my demon hand.”
“You—” was all Eric managed to get out before a white-hot heat consumed him, a whirlpool of rage and lust warring in his gut.
Ix was so unbearably arrogant he could hardly stand it and the fact that Eric found that attractive was disgusting.
Ix rubbed his thumb over Eric’s slit with relish; Eric turned his head and sank his teeth into the closest thing – Ix’s forearm – and the muscle clamped in his mouth muffled his scream as he came with no warning.
Godsdamnit. Eric unhooked his jaw and closed his eyes as the post-lust haze cleared immediately. He couldn’t even bear to look at Ix right now, he could just imagine the smug look on his face. That had to be the most embarrassing thing he had ever done.
“What,” said Ix with obvious delight, “was that?”
“I think I lost my mind for a moment,” mumbled Eric, eyes still firmly closed as if he might be able to undo time to two minutes previously. The kissing had been nice, hadn’t it? Before he’d then gone and lost all semblance of thought.
A slight movement in the mattress as Ix shifted his weight and moved his arm. “By all means, lose your mind more often. You left a bite mark on me.”
Grimacing, Eric opened his eyes to see. A mistake; he was immediately confronted the sight of Ix’s hand covered in a sticky trail – his sticky trail – as Ix licked it off with long sensuous motions of his tongue. Eric had to avert his eyes again as if he were some blushing, fainting maiden.
“That’s – stop goading me,” he said, faintly accusatory.
“Salty,” said Ix, which meant ‘no’. Argh. Eric could see him still doing it out of the corner of his eye.
“I hate you,” said Eric petulantly.
“That’s a very mean thing to say to someone who just brought you to the height of pleasure,” said Ix. “And coming from a man who couldn’t even be bothered to reciprocate.”
Spluttering, Eric punched Ix lightly in the arm, which had no effect given Ix was built like a solid oak tree. He caught sight of the bite, which was less of a mark and more of a full reddened imprint of Eric’s teeth embedded in Ix’s forearm. “Oh hells! That looks – I’m so sorry.”
“Eric,” said Ix pointedly as he sat up to reveal the tent in his breeches to show where he was still hard.
“You… liked that?” asked Eric blankly. Ix delicately licked his thumb clean, maintaining eye contact with Eric the entire time.
Ah. It seemed Eric was a bit slow on the uptake.
He wasn’t sure what had changed, what had taken them from Ix ignoring any time Eric’s discretion slipped, but he wasn’t about to question it.
If Ix came to his senses after this, Eric would still savor… whatever this was.
Eric’s hands shook as he reached for Ix’s breech laces in return.
And because Ix could never, ever make it easy for him, he pulled back, making the laces come undone but staying just a hand’s width out of reach.
Ix settled himself at the top of the bed as Eric ended up crawling up over his legs, pawing at the loosened fabric to slide the breeches down over Ix’s tree-trunk thighs.
As Ix’s cock sprang free, Eric was mortified to find his mouth watering instantly. He swallowed thickly and wrapped his hand around the shaft of it, hesitant at first and then more firmly. It felt similar to his own and yet different; he explored the heft of it with his hand.
“Hm,” said Ix, leaning against the headboard. “I see how this shape would be easier for humans.”
Eric was going to ignore that implication. He had to, for his own sanity, because it was hanging on by the most tenuous of threads already. Twisting his hand around Ix’s cock, Eric asked, “Does it feel good?”
“It’s not bad.”
Eric was going to kill him. Affecting Ix’s tone, he drawled,“Then what would please His Royal Highness?”
“Don’t you want it inside you?”
“What?” Eric was so startled that he stopped, only moving his hand again when Ix made an impatient gesture.
“Don’t you want me inside you?” Ix’s grin was feline, predatory; Eric couldn’t decide whether he wanted to punch or kiss it off his face.
And not only had he noticed that little change in wording the second time, but his body had reacted with a visceral shudder so he couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t.
Eric scowled at Ixthan who was going to make him say it out loud. Through gritted teeth, he ground out, “Yes. Godsdamn you, Ix. Yes, I want you inside me.”
The words hung in the charged air between them as a mist of lust and humiliation descended on Eric.
He thought for one wild moment that Ix would turn him down after all that when he didn’t reply.
His breath came out short, almost panicked, until Ix fisted a handful of his disheveled shirt and yanked him forward, making him hoist a leg to straddle Ix’s waist.
Their kiss was sloppy, too full of teeth and tongue and the wet ache of relief, but Eric still resented it when Ix pushed them apart for long enough to rid Eric of his shirt.
He felt horribly exposed as Ix raked his eyes down Eric’s chest; he had to remind himself it wasn’t anything Ix hadn’t seen before.
“There’s oil in the nightstand.” Ix made a gesture, and Eric leaned over to pull open the drawer and retrieve a small jar.
Eric made an embarrassingly wet incoherent noise when he opened the jar, because it smelled of Ix.
Or, not of Ix, but of the notes he associated with Ix.
Of vanilla and musk, and the idea of him smelling like Ix down there was awful, terrible, inconceivable, he had never wanted anything more in his life.
He’d just come and his cock was already twitching with interest again.
Ix took the decision, and the jar, out of his hands, smearing the oil liberally over his fingers and trailing his hand down Eric’s ribs, over the ridge of his hip, the curve of his buttock.
Even though Ixthan barely brushed a fingertip between his asscheeks, Eric let out a breath as explosively as if he’d been punched.
Ix raised an eyebrow.
“Not a word,” snapped Eric. “Do it again.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Ix ran his finger around the sensitive edge of Eric’s asshole and Eric melted into it with a sigh.
It had been a while since he touched himself like this, the last few months hadn’t exactly been conducive to the mood, but his body remembered how much he enjoyed it.
He sank back onto Ix’s finger, the oil easing the way.
“There’s some advantage to these stubby human fingers,” murmured Ix, and that was all the warning Eric got before Ix added a second finger and thrust hard into him.
Eric cried out, matching the pain of being stretched open before his body adjusted.
It wasn’t Ix’s first time either; he knew how to angle his hand, to search for that spot inside of Eric to make the cry turn into a moan.
Eric almost forgot he was supposed to be reciprocating until Ixthan withdrew his fingers. “That’ll do.”
No, Eric wanted to say, that won’t do at all.
I need more. But Ix put his hands on Eric’s hips and moved him back until Eric got the hint, helped Ix line up his cock against his ass.
He sank down onto it slowly, relishing the sensation of feeling stretched, filled, the slide of skin on skin as he did it again until his ass was flush with Ix’s groin.
“We shall be here until the next solstice if you don’t move faster,” said Ix, but his heavy breathing took the edge off his words. He grabbed Eric’s hips and shifted them, so fast that Eric fell forward onto his chest as Ix braced his feet on the bed and thrust up.
Oh. Pleasure lanced through Eric’s spine as Ix set the rhythm fast and hard, fucking up into Eric. The pain bled into pleasure and Eric was hard again, his cock pressed between them. He could feel the pressure building, almost bursting.
“Not yet,” whispered Ix in his ear, Eric’s mind so addled he barely registered the words. He whimpered, because he was close and then yelled as Ix tugged at his hair, a sharp burst of pain breaking through.
“Ow! Ixthan!”
“Not yet,” said Ix again, his eyes glowering. “Not until I say so.”
It was an order, the tone sending frissons across his skin, and Eric could only obey. He clutched at Ix’s shoulders tightly and held on as if riding a horse at gallop as Ix had his way with him.
Eric could tell when Ix was close; his grip on Eric’s ass tightened and his thrusts grew erratic, the muscles under Eric’s hands coiled and tensed. He panted, eyes wide as he watched Ix, the rise and fall of his chest, the ripple of the muscles in his torso.
“Come for me,” snarled Ix right as Eric felt the hot, sticky eruption inside of him.
It tipped him freefall over the edge and Eric peaked for the second time, spilling over Ix’s bare chest with a strangled cry.
The force of it made his mind melt for a moment, all thought leaking out through his ears, or possibly his cock.
He came to a few moments later, still sprawled across Ix’s chest, Ix’s cock still nestled inside of him, his thigh and stomach muscles twitching with the strain of holding it all in to Ix’s command.
Eric swallowed. He should say something, probably, but had no idea what.
“In case you’re think of saying something, shhh,” said Ix with amusement. Rotating his head, Eric squinted at him. How had Ix known exactly what he was thinking?
Ix snorted, put a thumb under Eric’s chin and forcibly moved his head back into his previous resting position, cheek against Ix’s chest. They lay there for a while, Eric’s entire body feeling wonderfully floppy for the first time in forever.
Ix’s body was warm, his skin soft where Eric’s cheek nuzzled it, his hands still languidly draped across Eric’s back, drawing soothing circles with his fingertips.
Eric was just starting to think that he could stay like this forever, but then his sweat started cooling and he started shivering; and his hips started protesting about this position where he was still straddled across Ix’s enormous waist; and Ix’s softened cock slipped out of him and suddenly so did all of Ix’s – ahem.
“I should go clean up,” said Eric mournfully, trying to ignore the dripping sensation as Ix’s pleasure started pooling around his balls.
Ix waved a hand, and then stilled. “Here. Oh, hm.”
That was not an encouraging sound. “What is it?”
“Normally I would clean up with magic,” said Ix, which was great. So convenient for him. Eric usually had to make do with lukewarm water and a washcloth. “But I don’t appear able to do magic right now.”