An Unexpected Lesson #7
He was starving, and Kai his first. First summons. First partner. First feeding. First utterly perfect, generous human, who he rocked into, groaning at that tight, unfamiliar heat, faster now, because they both needed him to move.
“Some,” he hissed, with none of the guilt or apology he might have felt if he could think, if anything existed beyond this moment and this desperate need to take, to please, to feed .
“Not– You’ll still feel it, just not as much.
” He whimpered as he kissed at Kai’s neck, trying to grasp the words that kept slipping away from him.
“Euphoric. Giddy, maybe. Then– hellfire, sir –tired.”
“Fine if I feel it. Want to feel it, sweet boy. Just don’t want– Only want to sleep after we’re done. Can start feeding whenever, so long as it– Want to still be here when you finish. Want to make sure you do.”
Words that ended with a ragged groan, Kai’s strong thighs tightening, the shape of sweet boy in his breath.
Yes . Yes and please and he could do that , could resist the urge to take everything. Hungry as he was. New as he was. He wanted Kai with him.
“Need you here,” he murmured, but not whimpering, not pleading. “Need you awake. Won’t take so much you aren’t. I…” He trailed off with a shudder, fingers clutching at Kai’s shoulder, lips moving against his neck. Voice soft, when he spoke again. Trembling. “Now, sir?”
“Now, sweet boy,” Kai replied, breath hitching. “My perfect, hungry, good boy who’s tried so hard and done so well. Fuck , Xak. Be good for me still. Now. Earned it. Want you to have it.”
A dusty bottle, rare and valuable, taken from the back of a wine cellar. Blackberries, picked at the height of summer, glazed in sugar and brushed with gold.
Parted lips, open and eager. Generous fingers, offering one taste of sweetness, a single drop of wine. Then another. Achingly slow.
Think of it that way. Not hungertakemore but “open your mouth, sweet boy, I’ve a treat for you.” Careful. Slow.
Taste, draw it in, make him part of you.
They said it could be hard the first time. Hard to start, to take something foreign into yourself. Hard to stop, after, when the rush hit you.
It wasn’t. Kai’s pleasure flowed into him easy as air, sweet and wild, sang through his veins and left him gasping.
Power. So much of it, there for the taking, built between them with each kiss, each touch, each yours, sir , and thrust into Kai’s perfect ass. Building still, the fucking feast of it, there for him, his, and…
Slow. He was Kai’s good, sweet boy. He would show Kai just how well he listened, how good he could be.
Too overwhelmed for words, he clutched at Kai, lost to him, each thrust another taste, a lick of power, and Xak gasping, keening, lost.
Kai’s voice joined his. Wrecked cries sweet as songs.
Rough murmurs there, in Xak’s hair. A litany of reassurance and encouragement.
“Good boy, my sweet boy, there, fuck, just there, you’re perfect, so good, oh fuck .
” He gave himself to the song of it. To the melody of Kai’s cries and the taste of sunlight and wine.
Hunger soothed, one sip at a time. Drawn in and drawn down, caught in the tide of Kai’s power, his pleasure, the sweet clinging heat of his body. The catch of his fingers in Xak’s hair, pulling their lips together.
His fervent, hungry kiss.
Trembling, gasping. Being so good, feeding slow and careful even as his thrusts grew more desperate.
He was Kai’s sweet boy, who would never hurt him, never take more than Kai was willing to give, who would fuck and fuck and fuck him, take him high and then higher, this stranger who had broken him open with gentle praise, run his fingers through Xak’s very soul and not found him wanting.
Pleasure like a tide, and then like a wave as Kai came, all shuddering heat and not a bottle of wine but a sea of it. Xak cried out, wordless, pulled under, drowning in plenty, in heat and power.
Did he speak? Did he say sir and yours and hellfire as he came? Or were the words lost in his hissing moans? He didn’t know. He knew he clung to Kai, shaking and sated, thrumming with so much power and still more to take, he could taste it. A last glass, a shard of chocolate, a handful of berries.
Let them sit. Xak would rather have Kai himself, his words and his patience and his generosity.
For awhile, the room was silent, but for their panting, unsteady breaths. Then…
“Amazing,” Kai murmured, kind still, there in the afterglow.
“You’re amazing. So good, my sweet boy. Fuck.
Good boy. So good for me.” His hands petted down Xak’s sweat-slick back, inviting him closer.
“‘M here. Here with you. Can take more. Listened so well. Not draining me to exhaustion. My good, sweet, amazing Xak.”
Feeding exhausted humans, as did sex.
It didn’t exhaust incubi. Filled with a soaring, vibrant power, Xak was anything but tired. Still, he collapsed against the welcoming warmth of Kai, purring into the touch of his hands, the caress of his words. Breathing him, tasting him, licking his pleasure from his soul and drinking it down.
“Yours,” he echoed, as he forced himself to shift back, to not keep himself buried within Kai, right as it felt. “All yours, sir. So generous with your boy. Never felt so much power. A feast. Hellfire, it’s incredible. You’re incredible.”
And then he giggled, because he might officially be an incubus, but he wasn’t a very impressive one yet.
“My boy is cute,” Kai said, all sweet, lazy amusement as he nuzzled against Xak’s cheek and hair, legs relaxing and settling back on the couch.
“Demons aren’t cute.”
He nipped at Kai’s neck, not hard enough to break skin or even hurt, just to remind the man that he was a terrifying representative of the underworld. Fangs . See?
“This one’s adorable,” Kai replied, nibbling at Xak’s neck in turn. “You’re fantastic. No better boy than you. Want to summon you again. That okay? Promise to practice my trill.”
Again. Kai wanted him again.
Possibly, Xak responded with another giddy laugh, before finding the words to answer.
“Whenever you like. I’m your boy. I’ll come to you.”
But he should do this right, shouldn’t he? Otherwise Kai might mix up his trills again, end up with a very different demon hungry for a feast. One a lot more powerful than Xak. Another kiss, this one gentle, and he sat back, looking down at Kai. He’d need something…
An earring. Kai was wearing earrings.
“Can I borrow this?” he asked, reaching to touch one of the gemstone studs with a careful finger.
“Yeah, ‘course.” Kai turned his head, pressing a quick kiss against Xak’s hand. He took out the other stud, and offered it up to Xak. “It’s garnet, though. Not good for a pocket dimension.”
“Nothing that elaborate,” Xak promised, taking the earring and curling his fingers around it.
That sense of affection, of safety. Enough that he could face this next part.
Still, Xak closed his eyes tight– don’t think about it– before he brought his thumb up to his mouth, piercing the pad with his fang with one sharp press.
A sharp spark of pain, and that was fine.
But the wet well of warm blood after … not so much.
With a shallow breath, he brought his thumb to the garnet, speaking his full name as he did so, and feeling the click of a summon charm settling into place. Even with his eyes closed, he knew what Kai would see, the flash of fire and the spark that danced within the stone.
Queasy and lightheaded, his thumb tucked tightly in his fist, Xak opened his eyes and offered the earring back. A rarely done thing, to offer so direct a tie to anyone. While their use was simple, their misuse could be catastrophic.
“I want to keep being your sweet boy, Kai.”
Kai stared up at him, eyes that’d been half-lidded a second past gone wide. He understood then, what Xak offered. The trust in it.
Trusting Kai was easy.
“You are my sweet boy.” Kai might well have been the sun itself, the summer-noon shine of his affection burned so brightly.
Eyes steady on Xak, he took the earring and put it back in, then pushed up on his elbows. Kai caught Xak’s tightly fisted hand, covering it with his own. Xak felt the gentle brush of his magic, knitting skin and cleaning away the sickening wetness of blood.
“Thank you, sir,” Xak whispered. Awed again at Kai’s thoughtful attention. His care for Xak, of all people. “I … want you to keep teaching me. Everything I’ve only ever read about.”
“I would love that, Xak.” Kai brought their joined hands to his lips, then used his hold to pull Xak, unresisting, to rest on top of him. “You write up a list when you get back, yeah? Keep it on you for next time. I will too. Make sure my good, sweet boy learns everything he wants to.”
“Mmm.” Xak cuddled a little closer, relaxing into Kai’s arms. “I do love homework.”
Not a hint of sarcasm, even. Xak had always appreciated study. Tasks he knew how to achieve.
But that was for later. Now was Kai holding him, stroking his back and his hair, letting his fingers play over Xak’s wings. They’d need to move in a minute. Clean away the mess of sex and summoning, settle into a more comfortable position.
They would, and it would be fine, and Xak wouldn’t mess up that bit either, because Kai was here with him. But for now, he could listen to Kai’s heartbeat, and feel its echo in himself, as the summoner’s power sang through his veins.
For now, while Kai held him, he wasn’t worried. He was Kai’s good boy. And he was perfect.