Chapter 16 #2
Vaike moves back down to kiss along Evran’s neck as he works at both of their remaining clothes. The process is unhurried, punctuated by soft touches and whispered endearments. When Vaike’s mouth finds its way lower, pressing kisses to Evran’s chest and stomach, Evran feels his breath hitch.
“Vaike…please…” he begs brokenly, his back arching against the Warlord’s mouth.
Vaike curses under his breath and curls over Evran, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over his neck and chest.
“Tell me what you want, my heart,” Vaike murmurs, his teeth closing over a peaked nipple as he gazes up at Evran.
“You. I want you.” Evran gasps, shockwaves of bliss bursting through him with each gentle tug of his skin.
He feels a dull flush of heat rise in his cheeks, fighting back the inherent embarrassment that urges him to keep his desires to himself.
He knows Vaike deserves to hear him say it.
He stares back into those gray eyes, his fingers twisting in the blankets as he exhales shakily. “I…I want you inside me again.”
Those gray eyes seem suddenly depthless, pupils blown wide with lust. Vaike hisses out a curse and catches Evran’s lips with his own.
“Then you will have me,” Vaike promises.
Evran breathes in tightly, moving his hands to grasp onto Vaike’s shoulders.
The Warlord reaches over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of oil from before, nudging Evran’s legs a little bit wider as he lowers himself onto him, brushing his nose against Evran’s.
Evran feels a slick finger dragging over his skin, pressing softly against the tight ring of muscle, and he arches against it eagerly, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“You’re so sensitive,” Vaike whispers, dropping light kisses against Evran’s throat and jaw, his finger still moving in gentle circles. “So beautiful.”
Evran’s breath is punched out of him as the tip of Vaike’s finger slowly slides inside of him, feeling impossibly large even though he knows he’s taken more.
He instinctively clenches down on it, his hand flying up to tightly grasp Vaike’s arm.
Vaike’s finger feels solid and hot and he wants to press back against it.
“Please,” Evran chokes out, pulling on Vaike’s arm to urge him closer. He bites back a groan as Vaike carefully works his finger further into Evran’s body, failing to keep quiet when the backs of Vaike’s fingers brush against his rim. “Vaike, please.”
Vaike withdraws momentarily before slowly pressing back in with a second digit.
Evran’s breath abandons him in a stuttered moan as he bears down on Vaike’s fingers, his other hand clenching tightly into the sheets.
Fire licks its way up Evran’s spine as Vaike twists his fingers within him, a dull burn building where Vaike stretches his fingers apart.
“You look so good like this, Evran,” Vaike breathes reverently, pulling his fingers out of Evran almost completely, tugging at the edges of Evran’s rim before sliding back in to the knuckles.
Evran’s eyes burst open when Vaike crooks his fingers, finally brushing against that spot that sends explosions of liquid pleasure coursing through his limbs.
Vaike presses in with a third finger and the ache in Evran’s ass sharpens.
Slowly the Warlord turns him into a writhing puddle of incoherent moans and cries, fucking his fingers into him and striking that magical spot with devastating frequency.
A litany of curses and pleading pour from Evran’s mouth.
He begs for more, begs for Vaike’s cock, begs him to never stop, to fuck him harder–the words running together until they devolve into strings of nonsensical sounds and gasps.
He feels the familiar release building deep within him and he clenches down hard on Vaike’s fingers, shuddering violently as another wave of pleasure races through him.
“Vaike–wait–” he begs, his voice hoarse as he fights against the mindless desire to fuck himself down on Vaike’s fingers until he comes. “I need you inside of me.”
“Anything. You can have everything,” Vaike replies, his voice already wrecked as he slips his fingers from Evran’s body. Evan whines pathetically at the loss, too far gone to even care how he sounds.
Vaike strokes himself as he leans forward, propping himself up on one arm as he guides himself towards Evran’s hole.
At the first kiss of Vaike’s cock against his skin, a full-body shiver rips along Evran’s limbs.
He lets his legs widen, desperately reaching for Vaike as the Warlord presses into him.
Evran’s eyes roll back as the sticky head slides past the tight ring of muscle, Vaike slowly inching into him and pushing one of Evran’s legs towards his chest.
“You’re doing so well, Evran,” Vaike whispers as he holds himself over him. “You take me so perfectly.”
“Vaike…” Evran feels like he can’t fill his lungs enough.
He pants shallowly, his entire focus on the thick length suddenly inside of him.
He wants more, wants everything Vaike will give him.
He reaches up, his hand wrapping around the back of Vaike’s neck and tugging him down, a whimper escaping his throat as another inch slides inside.
He presses a shaky kiss, then another, against Vaike’s lips, twisting his fingers into his hair.
“Evran, I…” Vaike’s hand drops from Evran’s leg, propping himself up on trembling arms, one on either side of Evran’s shoulders.
His hips hitch forward unconsciously, slipping ever so slightly further into Evran’s body.
A low heat begins gathering deep within Evran and he leans up, capturing Vaike’s lips in a hard kiss.
“I want all of you,” he manages to say, gazing up at Vaike as he purposefully clenches his muscles down on his cock, a thrill racing through him at the bolt of lust that flashes in Vaike’s eyes.
Vaike bends down and kisses him fiercely as he presses further in, never stopping until his hips rest flush against Evran’s ass. A breathless laugh stutters past Evran’s lips as he throws his head back against the pillows.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasps out. He feels like he’s being split open, cut in half, and his eyes slip closed as he adjusts to the feeling of Vaike buried deep within him.
Vaike’s mouth curves into a smile and he captures Evran’s lips once again as he slowly withdraws, the head of his cock catching on Evran’s rim.
Evran bites down lightly on Vaike’s lip and inhales sharply when he carefully slides back into him.
The Warlord keeps the pace slow and steady, letting Evran feel every ridge and vein as he moves.
Evran feels like he is teetering on the edge of a cliff, at constant risk of losing himself into an abyss, and he can’t even bring himself to care.
He squeezes himself down on Vaike’s dick as the other man bottoms out.
Vaike props himself up, wrapping his hands around Evran’s hips, and sets an agonizingly steady pace.
Evran’s eyes roll back into his head at the sensations streaking through his body, his fingers scrabbling frantically at Vaike’s arms in desperate search for an anchor to keep him grounded.
Vaike tilts Evran’s hips ever so slightly and stars explode in Evran’s mind as Vaike pounds into him, hitting his prostate on every second or third thrust. Evran is distantly aware that the strangled shouts echoing throughout the room are his own, but he doesn’t have the self-control or the mental ability to keep quiet or even form coherent sentences.
“I want to see you come,” Vaike tells him, his voice a hoarse pant.
Evran fights to pry his eyes open, his breath catching at the sight of Vaike looking down at him.
Vaike shifts his weight and wraps his hand around Evran’s cock, hard and leaking against his stomach.
“Show me how you come on my cock, Evran,” he says as his hand twists over the slick head.
Evran’s back arches and his mouth opens in a soundless shout as Vaike rips his orgasm from him with a tight squeeze of his hand.
He feels the warm spatters land on his stomach and chest before Vaike’s palm presses against his chest as he chases after his own release.
Evran pries his eyes open just in time to see Vaike’s head tilt back, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into Evran, wringing out another bone-deep shudder from him when he feels Vaike’s cock twitching deep inside of him.
Vaike is breathing heavily when he lowers himself down onto Evran a moment later. Evran’s arms immediately come around the other man, holding him tightly. The Warlord kisses him, slowly, carefully, and Evran feels completely safe for the first time in his life.
They hold each other as they come down, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle touches. When Vaike finally pulls away to clean them up, Evran feels the loss acutely but not fearfully. He knows this is just the beginning.
“Stay with me,” Vaike murmurs against his lips. “Not just tonight. Stay with me.”
“Yes,” Evran breathes, because there’s nowhere else he wants to be. “For as long as you’ll have me.”