Chapter 21 #3
“Not yet. Too messy. Later, when we’re alone. For now, just this. Let me.” His thumb smeared the bead of precum at Nicolas’s tip down his length, making his grip slick.
It didn’t take long for his climax to find him.
Sweat trickled down the side of his face.
He was hotter than he’d ever been, cradled in the confines of Ashmedai’s arms. He tasted sweet black blood from the way his teeth dug into Ashmedai’s fingers, and he lost his rhythm when his thighs started quaking with his impending orgasm, so Ashmedai took over, stripping his cock almost fervently.
Like he was desperate to see Nicolas come.
He couldn’t stop the quiet sob that escaped when it hit him, boiling hot as his cock erupted.
His spine arched, and he went up on his tiptoes, thrashing in Ashmedai’s arms. The demon’s low, satisfied chuckle sent a shiver down his spine, and Nicolas went boneless in his arms, panting, his jeans and boxers sagging on his thighs.
The bloody fingers pulled free from his mouth only to be replaced by his other hand, coating his tongue in his own spend.
He grunted at the bitter taste, and Ashmedai guided his head to turn, slipping his tongue into Nicolas’s mouth to kiss him deeply, that clever tongue pressing so deep it grazed the back of his throat.
When they parted, Nicolas whispered quietly, “I don’t suppose that was quiet enough?”
Ashmedai rattled out a chuckle. “Don’t forget they run a sex club. They’ve seen it all.”
“Doesn’t mean I want Julian to know you just jacked me off in his bathroom.”
His orange eyes looked away for a moment, like he was focusing on something distant. “Whoops?”
Nicolas’s face heated. “Okay, turning the light on.”
Ashmedai ducked his head to shield his eyes when the lights flared to life.
Nicolas thoroughly wiped down the cabinet under the sink and the floor, both of which had some scattered cum on them.
Then he checked himself over to make sure there was none on his clothes.
He couldn’t do anything about his red face or the sweat drying in the edges of his hair.
“Any chance you could just take me straight home from here?”
Ashmedai chuckled, clawed fingers tickling his jaw. “And miss saying goodbye to Danny?”
Nicolas’s head fell back in defeat. Ashmedai knew him too well. He wouldn’t leave without saying bye to his brother, and it would be rude to ditch without thanking Julian for having them.
“Would you like me to bite anyone who teases you?” Ashmedai offered, and Nicolas couldn’t tell if he was joking.
“No, I only want you biting me, thanks.”
Ashmedai rasped out a laugh and reached for the door. “Good answer.”
Halfway down the stairs, Nicolas dared to hope that no one would say anything. Half of them were still playing video games—though they’d switched to something with monsters and fantasy weapons—and the rest were scattered around the room, talking.
Julian turned to grin at him. “Hope you cleaned up after yourselves in there.”
Nicolas missed the bottom stair and staggered, his arms pinwheeling.
“You’ll have to be a lot quieter than that—or a lot farther away—if you don’t want demons overhearing,” Talon remarked lightly, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
Nicolas scowled. “Can we not discuss this?”
“We wouldn’t have,” Julian promised, “but when money started changing hands, I had to ask why.”
“What?” he squeaked. “Money? Why?”
All heads turned toward Malachi and Storm.
Malachi, at least, had the good grace to look sheepish, though the shrug that followed dampened it.
“I said ages ago that whoever wound up being the sin eater’s human would be, uh, on the kinky side, that’s all.
So Storm bet me that you’d be no different than the rest of these guys. ”
“I maintain that that’s not that kinky,” Storm said.
“Nobody else here has gotten off in the bathroom within hearing range.”
Nicolas’s face burned, and Daniel looked like he wanted to strangle them all.
“That you know of,” Storm said, and Talon chuckled.
“Can we not talk about my brother’s sex life, please?” Daniel said, wrinkling his nose.
“Please,” Nicolas added.
“It’s not that kinky,” Isaac assured.
“You would know,” Talon quipped. “I know all about Shadrach’s little dungeon.”
“Shadrach has a dungeon?” Alex said. “What’s in it?”
“Stuff,” Isaac said defensively.
Nicolas wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. The next best thing was when Ashmedai wrapped an arm around him and let him hide his face in the crook of his neck.
“How many of you,” Ashmedai said, “would say no if your demon met you in the bathroom?”
Nicolas turned his head to peek out. Most of them looked thoughtful. Isaac was smirking—Shadrach wasn’t here, since this was his shift time. Julian was giving Valac a very pointed look.
Finally, Julian said, “I think Malachi should have to give the money back.”
Storm looked gleeful, and Malachi barked out a protest. “What? No way!”
“I am confident that a handjob in the bathroom is not the kinkiest thing that’s been done by the people in this room,” Julian said. “So give it back.”
Luke nudged Malachi, who sighed dramatically and slapped the crisp hundred dollar bill back into Storm’s waiting hand. “Spoilsport,” he muttered, and Luke kissed his cheek.
“Wait, since we’re talking about sex in the bathroom, whose lube is that in the Rink showers?” Luke asked, folding his arms. “Somebody’s definitely been doing something in there.”
“Those showers are so loud they mask what’s happening, though,” Isaac said, and when everyone turned to look at him, he smirked roguishly and said, “Ask me how I know.”
Talon barked out a laugh.
“How come we don’t have a dungeon?” Alex asked him plaintively.
“Because the penthouse didn’t have room for one. Would you like a sex dungeon, little bird? We can put one in the safe house.”
“Safe house?” Luke repeated.
Alex chuckled. “Talon bought a house in Italy.”
“Italy?” Julian said. “Why Italy?”
“I lived in Italy for many years during the Renaissance. I also wanted an ocean between us and the enemy, if shit ever truly hit the fan.”
“It’s on a vineyard,” Alex said. “It’s just ridiculously huge. If shit hits the fan, we can all escape there.”
Talon shot him an exasperated look. “I didn’t plan to have guests.”
“That place has enough rooms you’d never even see them.”
He snickered. “That’s true.”
“Besides, you know you like them deep down.”
“Eh.” Talon shrugged noncommittally, his midnight eyes twinkling with mirth.
Nicolas relaxed, smiling to himself as they all continued to bicker.
For a while, he’d thought this kind of companionship was a thing of the past, that if he couldn’t have it within the guild, he’d never find it at all.
It was a relief to know he could be accepted here.
And not just him alone, but his relationship with Ashmedai was accepted without judgment, too.
His brother had friends here. This sense of belonging wasn’t a fluke.
This was where they were all meant to be.