Chapter 12 #2
But then his gaze fell on a red bruise that was on Clint’s shoulder, along with a thin cut. He had another larger bruise on his hip.
Luke lightly skirted them. “Are you all right?”
Clint took Luke’s hand in his and kissed his fingertips. “I’ll be fine in no time. What about you?”
“Hm?”
“Your wrist still has a sucker mark or two.” Clint kissed Luke’s wrist. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” Luke frowned. “I can’t remember the last time I had a mark that lasted this long. Those tentacles …”
“I don’t want to think about them,” Clint said. A hint of fear bubbled up in him. Something deeper and more nameless than the one that Luke had sensed earlier.
“All right,” Luke whispered.
Then he looked down toward Clint’s cock.
“Are you using an illusion? Because you don’t need to impress me,” Luke said.
“I’m not.” Clint chuckled and stroked himself a few times. His cock filled to its full length. “Too big for you?”
Luke smirked. “Of course not. I just didn’t want to be disappointed if you turned out to be lying to me.”
“Well, I know a spell that could make it bigger,” Clint teased.
“Let’s save that for some other time,” Luke replied. He caressed Clint’s shoulder and went for another kiss.
Touching lips led to touching in other places.
Clint slid his hands down Luke’s back and massaged his lower back and hips.
He was warm in a way that left a trail of heat in his wake against Luke’s cold skin.
And Luke discovered that Clint couldn’t help moaning loudly when he licked his nipples in just the right way.
Eventually, Clint explored lower. He nudged Luke into putting his leg over him and then coasted his hand up Luke’s inner thigh. Luke nuzzled him, careful to keep his fangs away from Clint’s tender neck, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as Clint brushed his finger against Luke’s hole.
“Mm, tell me you know some spell because I don’t want to let you go, even if it’s to find lube,” Luke complained.
“I have a spell,” Clint said, chuckle in his throat. “Ready?”
“Mmhmm.”
Clint pushed the tip of his finger into Luke and then murmured a word against his temple. A shot of warmth rocketed upward into him. A musky odor was on the air, and he could feel the slickness threatening to leak out of him. Luke clenched around Clint’s finger. “Oh.”
“Relax.” Clint kissed his cheek. He gently probed one finger, rubbing the slickness around Luke’s hole. “It’s a potent lubricant.”
“Never known a … fuck, that feels good. What was that?”
“Little spell I cooked up ages ago,” Clint murmured.
“Did you craft your own conjuration because of your massive dick?” Luke moaned and panted between a few of his words.
The lubricant spell wasn’t making him hornier, but Clint was already able to work two fingers into him.
The stretch was mind-numbingly pleasant, and Clint hadn’t reached that deeply inside him yet.
“I like to fuck hard,” Clint said in his ear. “Not everyone heals like a vampire.”
The mere idea of Clint using his huge cock that hard on him while he was toying with Luke’s hole made Luke drip. He bit his lower lip and reflexively arched as he tried to keep from coming.
“You’ve got to get that dick in me,” Luke said.
“I will. When you’re ready.” Clint added a third finger.
He brushed deep inside, and Luke slammed his eyes shut. He bit through his lip. The taste of his own blood on his tongue helped him pull away from tumbling over the edge of coming.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Clint whispered as he continued to caress and stretch him.
“Not until I get your dick in me,” Luke managed.
“Then maybe I should get started on that before you explode.”
“You should.”
“Since you insist.” Clint kissed his cheek, then gently pulled his fingers out.
He rolled Luke onto his back and moved so that he hovered over him.
After another kiss, he reached down and took hold of Luke’s ankles.
While he went to his knees, he eased Luke’s legs up and apart.
He released Luke’s left ankle and used his right hand to guide his tip to Luke’s entrance.
Luke raised his head enough to look down the length of his body to Clint. A soft whisper escaped Clint as he stroked himself, and a glistening liquid coated his cock. Then he continued to press in.
Halfway in, Clint gently pulled out until only his tip remained in. Luke threw his head back and tried to squirm downward, but Clint held his ass in one hand and kept him in place. So he had to wait for Clint to push in and fill him.
“Doing so good for me, babe,” Clint murmured.
Luke arched, not that doing so brought him closer to his goal. “Go faster. I can handle it.”
“Mm, you’re tight around me. I’m enjoying this.” Clint grinned filthily at him.
“Fine then.” Luke shot him a smirk back and reached for his own cock. He stroked himself in lazy movements. He tightened his hand a little when he reached his base to keep from spilling and bit his lip again. “You can just watch me come.”
“You say that like’s a bad thing.” Clint maneuvered Luke’s legs to rest against him with his knees hooked onto his shoulders. His rhythm remained slow.
And that long drag of being emptied and being filled kept Luke from opening the tumblers on his orgasm. He whimpered and moved his own hand faster, but it wasn’t enough. His focus wasn’t on his dick, no matter how hard he tried. The real pleasure was locked away, just out of reach.
“Please,” he whined. “Fuck me, please, Clint.”
Clint pulled almost all the way out. Luke writhed, trying to slide upward on him, but Clint grabbed his hips and held him.
Just as Luke was about to complain, Clint slammed home.
Luke was still recovering from the knock of ecstasy rattling through him when Clint did it again.
And again. Faster and hard enough for his balls to slap Luke. He kept a grueling tempo.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s it.” Luke stretched back. He could feel every centimeter of Clint in him. The warmth and touch of him, the heavy scent of his musk on the air, everything was lining up. Luke stroked, and his hand stuttered as he came hard.
“Fuh-uh-uhck,” Clint moaned as he followed.
Luke was a mess inside and out, but he didn’t give a damn. Clint was flushed to a degree where his cheeks were a dark, ruddy color, and so was his chest. His pupils were blown wide; his lower lip had his own teeth marks on them.
He was gorgeous.
“Come here,” Luke said huskily. He opened his arms wide and motioned for Clint to curl up with him.
A light tremor was still working through Clint, but he sank into Luke’s arms. Between the two of them, they managed to pull enough blanket onto themselves to cover up against the coolness of the room.
Clint rested his head on Luke’s chest and threw his arm over him.
And Luke couldn’t help it. Instead of taking something from the mage and his tower, he lost something to him: his heart.
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