Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Ethan stared at the space Noah had vacated moments ago. "Wow," was about everything he could manage.
Mal chuckled and squeezed his hand. "Yeah, wow."
Ethan turned to him. "You're free now."
"All thanks to you." Mal kissed him gently.
Ethan leaned into that touch, a sense of contentment, of joy washing through him. "So, what do we do now?" he asked when they broke apart.
"Now?" Mal smiled and pulled him close. "We've still got this hotel room for the rest of the night."
"True." Ethan considered that, considered also the heat those words stirred in him. But... "I think I'd rather be home." Too much had happened in this room. He wanted to start fresh—and he wanted it to be in a place where he felt safe and secure with the man he loved.
"Home, then," Mal agreed without hesitation.
The ride back was uneventful. The driver didn't even glance at them as they piled into the car. Ethan kept stealing glances at Mal, still struggling to believe his luck. His demon was no longer a demon because he loved Ethan enough to escape damnation.
Mal's hand found his again. His smile held a trace of uncertainty, as if he couldn't quite believe his luck either.
When the car finally pulled up in front of the house, Ethan practically leapt out. "Come on," he murmured to Mal, dragging him inside and up the stairs to the sanctuary of Ethan's room. There, at last, Ethan closed the door and drew Mal into his arms.
Their lips met like two halves of a broken whole coming together again. It wasn't a hungry kiss, but one full of warmth and reassurance that this was real, that they had made it. That they had each other. Always.
"I love you," Ethan whispered against Mal's mouth, only because he enjoyed saying it.
Mal pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, until Ethan was breathless, his heart pounding so loudly, it drowned out everything except Mal: the heat of his touch, the taste of his mouth, the sound of their ragged breaths mingling.
They undressed slowly, taking pleasure in revealing each inch of newly exposed skin, savoring every moment. When they stood fully naked before each other, Mal's cock hung heavy between his legs, thick and flushed with desire—and still every bit as demonic as it had been last time Ethan had laid eyes on it.
"I guess nothing below the waist has changed," Ethan murmured.
"Sorry," Mal said. "Do you think I should ask Noah to--"
"No." Ethan placed a finger over Mal's lips. "Don't even think about it." He dropped to his knees before Mal could protest further.
And then Mal groaned at that first touch of Ethan's tongue against the tip. Ethan wrapped his fingers around Mal's girth, marveling again at how big he was, at how smooth those ridges felt under his fingertips.
Mal shuddered, his breathing quickening. One large hand cupped the back of Ethan's head while the other caressed his cheek. "Ethan..."
Hearing his name spoken like that sent a shiver through Ethan's body. The way Mal looked down at him, eyes full of affection and longing... Ethan could drown in that look forever.
He licked the underside of Mal's length from root to head, enjoying the sounds Mal made at every brush of his tongue against heated skin, before closing his mouth over the crown. He took Mal's thick length deeper, trying to envelop as much of it as he could, reveling in the sensation of having that heavy cock filling his mouth. He moaned around Mal's shaft, loving the feel of it throbbing against his tongue.
Mal's hips jerked. "Fuck, Ethan," he gasped, fingers tightening in Ethan's hair. Then he caught himself and pulled back. "This isn't... Didn't you want...?"
Ethan released Mal reluctantly, looking up at him. "Yes," he said hoarsely. "I want everything." More specifically, he wanted Mal to have everything. Ethan's virginity included. In his quest to make Mal understand how much he didn't want anything about his cock to change, he'd almost gotten carried away.
He pushed himself upright and kissed Mal again. "I want you inside me," he whispered against Mal's lips. "I want what you promised me I'd have when we first met."
To lose his virginity to the man he loved.
This time no one and nothing would stop disturb them.
The bed was soft against Ethan's spine as he lay down, tugging Mal atop him. He spread his legs wide to accommodate the bulk of Mal's body. The weight of it pinned him to the mattress, grounding him with delicious pressure. Mal's cock rubbed against his own, sending sparks of pleasure through him as they moved together in a slow dance of tongues and limbs.
Mal's mouth trailed kisses down to Ethan's throat. "Let me prepare you again."
Ethan shuddered with anticipation at the memory of what that entailed. His hole ached with need for Mal's touch, having been left unfulfilled before.
Not again.
"Please," he breathed, tilting his hips up. "Lube in the drawer."
Mal reached for it and slicked his fingers generously, then slid one into Ethan slowly.
It felt so good to be filled again, to have a part of Mal inside him once more. Ethan closed his eyes, focusing on that feeling, on the sensual burn of Mal stretching him open, so careful, so gentle.
Soon one finger became two, and then three. Ethan moaned, rolling his hips to meet Mal's movements. He needed this. Needed Mal.
He opened his eyes again to see Mal watching him with such reverence in his gaze, it stole his breath away.
"I love you," Mal whispered, still with some wonder in his voice.
Ethan smiled at him. "I love you too. Now get inside me before I go crazy here."
Mal laughed and withdrew his fingers from Ethan's body. He slicked his cock with more lube before positioning himself above Ethan, bracing some of his weight on his elbows.
Ethan wrapped his legs around Mal, holding on tight as his demon pressed the thick head of his cock against Ethan's entrance. He tensed briefly at the first push inward, but then forced himself to relax as the tip of Mal's length breached him, sliding past that tight ring of muscle.
"Oh fuck." Ethan panted through the burning sensation as Mal inched deeper inside. He clung to his lover's shoulders, nails digging into skin. "Oh my God, oh my God..." His eyes fluttered shut.
"Are you okay, baby?" Mal's voice was strained. "Tell me if I should stop." Despite those words, his hips rocked slightly forward, pressing deeper still, and Ethan couldn't help gasping out loud at the feel of it, so full, so stretched, but also so right.
This was what he craved. What he yearned for.
It had totally been worth the wait.
"Don't stop," he begged as the burn faded into something else entirely. "Please, Mal. Don't stop."
With an answering groan, Mal pushed in deeper until his hips were flush against Ethan and he was buried fully in Ethan's heat. Ethan trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely filled. His ass clenched around Mal's cock reflexively, eliciting a deep moan from the man above him.
Mal paused, giving Ethan a chance to adjust to the stretch, his breathing ragged. But when he started moving, the ridges along the underside of his length dragged across something sensitive inside of Ethan that made sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine.
His eyes rolled back, and his hips bucked involuntarily. "Holy... Oh fuck!"
Mal repeated the motion with another slow, steady thrust, drawing a cry from Ethan. "Right there?"
Ethan nodded, unable to give voice to that strange sensation. All his thoughts scattered as Mal continued fucking him slowly, driving in deep each time, the ridges of his cock drawing a litany of incoherent noises from Ethan as they massaged his prostate with each stroke. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much. His fingers dug into Mal's skin hard enough to leave bruises, but Mal didn't complain.
Instead he leaned down to kiss Ethan, muffling his moans. The angle of his cock shifted inside Ethan, allowing him a brief moment of respite from the relentless stimulation that left him shaking and sweating, his cock leaking precum against his belly.
He could feel Mal's heartbeat pounding through their joined bodies, could hear his own pulse rushing in his ears with each breath. He clutched his lover tighter as the pleasure built within him like a wave gathering strength before breaking, threatening to sweep him under. His balls were aching with the need to come.
"I'm close," he managed. "Mal..."
"Me too." Mal leaned back and gripped Ethan's hips with both of his hands, holding him firmly in place, and then drove into him again, harder than before, hitting that perfect angle again.
Ethan threw back his head. A strangled sound escaped his mouth. The pressure inside him crested.
One of Mal's hands wrapped around Ethan's neglected erection.
It was all too much. Pleasure crashed over him, drowning him in its wake, carrying away everything but the feel of Mal's body on top of his own, of that thick shaft filling him so perfectly. He cried out wordlessly, his muscles locking up as the first wave of orgasm hit. Hot cum spilled across Mal's knuckles, and Mal kept stroking him throughout, milking every shuddering aftershock from Ethan's body while his hips snapped frantically against Ethan's ass, driving into his clenching heat until Mal's own climax claimed him with a shout of release. He buried himself deep one more time, his entire frame trembling with effort as his hot load flooded Ethan's insides.
Ethan lay boneless beneath the man he loved, panting hard. He felt utterly spent, his body buzzing with blissful contentment and the pleasant ache of exertion. Every muscle seemed to have melted. Even his bones felt weak. He didn't think he could stand right now if he wanted to.
Mal slumped forward, resting his forehead on Ethan's chest as he caught his breath. Ethan ran a lazy hand over the smooth expanse of his back, marveling at how solid Mal felt against him, how real this was.
They were together now—for good. No one would separate them or take away this moment ever again.
After a few minutes of catching their breath, Mal rolled off and pulled Ethan into his arms, kissing his sweaty brow. "Thank you," he whispered.
"For what?"
"Everything." He hugged Ethan tight. "For choosing a demon. For giving me my light back."
"You never lost it," Ethan mumbled sleepily, nuzzling closer.
He felt Mal's lips press against his temple one more time before exhaustion claimed him.
He hadn't chosen a demon. He'd chosen love.
And it had brought him Heaven.