An Unexpected Lesson #5
So right, this human he barely knew. Maybe that was part of it. There was no history between them, no trail of mistakes and false starts. There was only now. And right now, he was Kai’s good boy, kneeling in front of him.
Touch him how he wanted to. Slow strokes with a firm hand, tasting Kai’s response, chasing every spike of pleasure, trying to give more of whatever he liked best. His other hand slid down, unbidden, finding his own cock and feeling the contrast between them, Xak’s ridged and long, Kai’s wonderfully thick, giving plenty for him to grip.
Through it, as he bit his lip, as his wings fluttered, as he touched first Kai and then himself, he kept his eyes up, fixed on the human’s face.
And Kai, delicious, perfect Kai, pulled his head back further, so their eyes met.
“You’re doing so fucking well, Xak. My good boy, trying for me, have me struggling to find words. Fuck . A fucking natural, on your knees, making me feel better than anything. Hot as hell, touching yourself.”
“Comes with … being a demon,” Xak offered, blushing at the praise.
“Comes with being you .” Kai punctuated the words with another tug at Xak’s hair. “My good boy. The best boy. Wanna hear you say why you’re allowed to stroke my cock. What’d you do for it? How good were you?”
Too much. Too sweet. The words drew a very embarrassing whimper from Xak’s lips and sent an equally embarrassing shudder down his spine, leaving him rocking into his own grip before he got control of himself.
“Very good.” He tried to duck his head, only to be caught by Kai’s fingers, holding tight to his hair. “And trying. For you.”
“You are very good for me,” Kai’s dark gaze was as soft as it was heated, and Xak didn’t know which burned more. “And you try beautifully. I want you to say the whole of it. ‘I was very good, sir.’ ‘I’m allowed to stroke your cock because I’ve been trying for you.’”
Xak’s hips jerked again, burying his cock into his own needy grip. How did Kai do this to him? Make him feel this way. Embarrassed and pleased and desperate all at once.
“Sir…” a very undemonic whine, and Xak blushing from his horns to his nipples. Possibly all the way to his cock, with how hot it felt in his hand. Despite his determination to stay steady, his strokes were taking on an edge of urgency, faster and less cautious than before.
“Try for me, Xak. You’ve earned it.”
“I– Fuck.” This shouldn't be the difficult part. “I was very good, sir. I'm…” A whine as he licked his lips, eyes flicking to Kai's face and away. “I'm allowed to stroke your cock because I've been trying for you.”
“That’s right, my sweet boy. Fuck, that’s beautiful.
You were, still are, so good. And I’m so proud of you, saying it for me.
Showing me, trying your best.” Kai stroked Xak’s cheek as he spoke, and Xak all but purred with it.
“My sweet Xak. World could end now, never get us further than this, and you’d still be the best I’ve ever had. ”
If Xak weren’t already in danger of spontaneously combusting, he might just have melted. Sweet , Kai called him. Sweet and good and the best he’d ever had. Most of all, his. Sex talk. Xak knew that the things people said during sex didn’t count.
He just hadn’t expected it to feel like it did. To run over him like an additional caress, making his heart race and his breath catch.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Slow down just a little for me? Don’t want to get off without you in me, giving you everything you’ve earned.”
Xak’s wings fluttered, equal part nerves and anticipation, as he forced himself to slow his touch, raise his gaze back to Kai’s face.
“I wish you could taste it,” he murmured, between unsteady breaths. “The way I feel, right now. How… How good I want to be for you.”
“You’re showing me, gorgeous boy. Might not taste it, but I can see it. Already so good at it, and you just keep getting better.”
Xak didn’t want to move. He wanted to exist in this moment, touched and touching, Kai watching him with…
Affection. That was the word. That sunlight taste. Affection. Not a feeling he could feed on or draw power from. But he could taste it, radiating from Kai. An almost wistful fondness that made Xak want to nuzzle the human’s thighs and beam under his touch.
But, also… He was hungry . It was becoming an ache, sharpened by Kai’s building desire, with every shift of his hips and stroke of Xak’s hands.
A feast, he’d called Kai, and the man was.
A feast that Xak hadn’t had a bite of. And staying here, in the physical realm, meant burning through his own power simply to remain manifest.
“Sir?” he said, wings fluttering–stupid nerves. How did he even ask? He should be better at this. “I…” A whine, then, as he stared up with mingled guilt and hope. “I’m hungry, sir.”
“Good boy, letting me know what you need.” Kai’s grip loosened in Xak’s hair, though his fingers remained, petting through the strands. “C’mon, sweet boy. On your feet. Let’s get you fed. You’ve done so well, holding back this long.”
Xak’s wings moved that little bit faster, for all he was being offered exactly what he’d asked for, praised and petted for admitting the need.
This, now , was going well. They could stay like this. He could stay on his knees, stroke Kai until he came, get himself off after. Kai had been nothing but indulgent. If Xak asked…
But it wasn’t what Kai wanted. It wasn’t what Xak wanted, either.
He wanted to fuck Kai the way the man had suggested.
Only, if he ruined this, ruined things with Kai, it might just break something inside him.
The piece that had cracked a little more with every fresh failure. Every Xak fucks up again .
He still wanted to try. With Kai, he wanted to try.
Step one: Stop touching. That he could do. Run his hand back down Kai’s thigh, let go of his own, over-eager cock.
Step two: Standing. Easy. One liquid movement, and he was on his feet.
Step three: …
Xak’s gaze cut nervously to the couch, then back to Kai. The summoner who watched him with such approval, who didn’t yet see him the way everyone else did. Giving in to a desperate urge, he buried his face against Kai’s neck, hiding against him.
“I want this,” he whispered. “To feel your heat. Taste your pleasure. To feed, make you a part of me. I want it so fucking much it scares me. What if you don’t … like it. Me.”
Great. A whiny, insecure, clingy incubus. Real damn sexy.
Braced for exasperation, what he got was Kai’s arms around him, pulling him in closer, bare skin to bare skin. The human stroked Xak’s back, his hair, breathing as steady as Xak’s was rapid.
“What ifs will mess with your head, once they start going and aren’t stopped,” Kai’s voice was gentle and close.
“I want all of that too. And I’m the one calling the shots.
You try for me, and I’ll be on cloud nine.
You can’t do anything wrong. And I already like you.
Don’t even need to get off and I’d still like you. ”
Kai felt so right . No sharpness. No hard angles. Warm and safe and reassuring, as Xak settled against him until his breathing evened out and the tense fluttering of his wings slowed.
All he had to do was listen. Follow where Kai led. Trust him. And for all the anxiety, the distrust of himself , trusting Kai was easy.
“I want that. To try for you. Keep trying for you.” He nuzzled against Kai one more time, then shifted back. “Crystal, sir. Please.”
“I know you will. You’re my good boy.” Kai kissed him, all eager tongue and teasing nibbles, keeping a hand at Xak’s spine as he backed toward the couch.
Kissing, it turned out, was an excellent cure for anxiety. It was hard to think of anything when Kai’s lips were on his, when he was tugging and touching and all Xak had to do was whimper and clutch and follow.
He gasped “Sir ,” at the brush of Kai’s fingers over his wing, opening it properly for the human to explore. “Where do you want me?”
“Between my thighs, sweet boy. On the couch. Hands off, just for a second.”
The way Kai kissed him after he said it made it hard to listen, but Xak forced himself to stop clinging, hands falling to his sides. Worth it, because Kai settled back on the L-shaped couch, there in the crook of it, leaning back on his hands, knees spread and one foot on the ground.
A fucking feast . Xak might not be feeding, yet, but he devoured Kai with his gaze, open and unabashed in his admiration. Lips red from kissing, eyes dark, every inch of him an invitation. Some inches, like those waiting between his spread thighs, admittedly slightly more distracting than others.
He let himself admire. Couldn’t help it anymore than he could help his hiss of appreciation.
“Hellfire,” he murmured.
With the word came a rush of that other emotion, the sunshine-sweetness of affection, so new that if Xak weren’t so turned on, he’d have been tempted to simply bask in the taste of it.
“I want a kiss from my good boy,” Kai said, his eyes bright and all for Xak. “Just need one knee on the couch, hands on my shoulders or chest. For balance. I miss the taste of you already.” Kai spread his thighs a little further. “Come here, Xak.”
So, maybe it wasn’t exactly seductive, the rushed way Xak met that ask, his thoughts a dizzy haze of rich-red desire and sunshine affection and need. Hands on Kai’s shoulders, lips parted and eager, there for Kai to taste.
“I need to remind myself you have a limited power supply to run on.” Kai kissed the words onto Xak’s lips. “Fuck, okay. My good boy. So good. Lube’s to the left. Grab it? And tell me if you learned about finger-fucking in incubus training. Figuring out our starting point.”
“Took Finger-Fucking 101,” Xak said, with a ragged laugh. “Not… not really. That’s not a class. But yeah, I know the theory.”
Xak refused to turn away from Kai, even for the second it’d take to find the lube. Luckily, pawing awkwardly at the couch did the trick, his fingers finding it just there, waiting, because Kai was clever and prepared and perfect.