12. Chapter Twelve #4
“Something else you wanted, cat?” The change in pet name also felt calculated, Viau tossing it out while sucking and kissing Rafi’s collarbone. His aer was so hot and silky that Rafi nearly purred too to feel it rub against him as Viau himself did.
Cat, he thought, dizzy with the idea of being such a thing, this bed a cushion, Viau a gentle master.
“Will you…?” Rafi began, then caught himself.
“You don’t wish to fuck me?” he asked instead of sillier questions, and startled at how quickly Viau raised his head.
There was too much heat between them for Rafi to blush, but Rafi swallowed several more foolish realizations before trying again.
“Fuck me.” Better to surprise, to take, to knock Viau off his feet.
“I do not get especially wet outside of aedis. You’ll have to have my ass.
” He couldn’t see the expression in Viau’s eyes but Viau’s stillness was loud. “Which is also what I want.”
Viau’s voice rasped. “There are….” He left that unfinished. “With perforis, I will do nearly anything to come, including stimulation there, although I am generally….” He left that unfinished as well, moving back onto his knees and then away from Rafi entirely.
He crossed the room to go to his desk, body there to be viewed as far as Rafi was concerned.
Rafi didn’t even think to take the moment to remove his shirt, lying there with spring on his mind as he watched Viau in flickering candlelight.
Maybe that was what kept him still and quiet when Viau returned.
Viau pulled Rafi down the bed by his ankles and spread his legs, and Rafi shivered with it and didn’t once think to object.
He was instructed to grab a pillow and blindly reached for one, his shivers growing stronger when it was placed beneath him to put him in a position where his hips were tilted up.
But Viau enjoyed staring at him, so Rafi kept his hands on his waist, slowly pushing the shirt up to bare more of himself, or perhaps simply to touch something when Viau’s slickened, warmly oiled fingers teased, then pressed.
No aedis. Rafi had to shudder through it, aware of everything and what an eager, starving tart he felt, writhing on Viau’s fingertips and pushing down when those fingertips were not enough. He breathed unevenly, finding he had to remind himself to, his senses focused on the intrusion.
Viau was deliberate there, too, but Rafi didn’t think it was caution as much as his joy in petting Rafi.
Pets within him, intimate, deep strokes, a slight curl of his fingers, the brush of knuckles.
He drew it out because he liked it, and Rafi, back arched, hands over his nipples, stared back at him and allowed it, and would swear the press was so good that his aer tingled.
Aedis could not offer that.
“Viau,” he said many times, low at first, and then louder.
Then, just “Vi,” his teeth catching in his lip on the rest, a small, trapped moan instead of the name, but Viau shuddered and withdrew his fingers to push Rafi’s legs up.
His hands were slick over Rafi’s, slapping them to Rafi’s thighs to tell him to keep them parted, and then he watched as he pushed his cock inside and Rafi shut his eyes to accept it.
Better than aedis, even with the strange shock of it.
Rafi took it, took him, to the hilt, and then swallowed before opening his eyes.
He suspected that in the light, Viau’s eyes would have been all black and focused on him, that his splotchy blush would be down his chest and barely hidden by the hair now a mess from Rafi’s hands.
Rafi opened and closed his hands, gasping silently as he accepted the beat of Viau’s heart inside of him, and then shifted to arch his back as much he could. Offering, asking—or daring, as the game went.
“Come on.” Rafi was so eager that the taunt was breathless.
But it worked.
Viau called him killer in a short, hoarse whisper, but moved as Rafi wanted. Rafi took a hand from his thigh to pet Viau’s cheek and then his mouth, pushing his fingers between Viau’s lips before sliding his hand back down to his thigh to keep his legs up and his body open.
It was good, the slow push in and slower withdrawal, but he could not touch like this.
That mattered with no heat to make his lust vague.
He whined, a vibration in his throat though he heard not a sound, and then, dizzy at the speed of it, he was above Viau, with Viau on his back against the remaining pillows, and Viau’s dark eyes ravenous in the candlelight.
Rafi didn’t have to be told, although he was clumsy as he felt for Viau’s cock and guided it in.
He knew the idea as he knew he had done this during aedis, both times.
But now his muscles pulled and he felt it.
He planted his hands and rode hard, reveling in the feel and Viau’s heat and the rumbles from the miné who could not stop touching him.
Viau stroked Rafi’s chest and his hips. He teased Rafi’s cock and then found Rafi wet enough to be touched there too, the rumble from him strong enough to be felt in Rafi’s bones.
Rafi said, “Vi. Vi, please,” and Viau gave him a palm to ride as well, and a squeezing hold on the head of his cock, and when Rafi cried out and finished, rolled them over to take Rafi as hard as Rafi had ridden him.
Relentless, pitiless, taking and taking until Rafi shuddered and gasped and came again.
Viau growled and spilled in him and then pulled out to spill on his thigh before pushing back inside.
Then he froze, gasping for air, “Sorry. Rafi, I….”
“More.” Rafi didn’t care what Viau was worried about it, only that Viau wanted him and was rough about it as if he couldn’t help himself. “Keep going.”
Rafi’s hole was sensitive and it was a shock, but Viau hauled him close with bruising hands and ground against his backside as his cock softened.
Greedy, the pair of them. Rafi moaned and shook against the bed and offered himself and his aer for more.
His miné was strong and would give him whatever he wanted. When his miné’s perforis came, Rafi would be rutted into for hours, days, and stroke Viau’s heavy, warm aer until it would shiver against his before it settled.
The thoughts did not quite make sense, but Rafi drifted in them, bathed in sunlight with grass and damp earth beneath him and Viau at his back.
Then Viau made a disgruntled noise that Rafi barely had time to worry over before Viau dealt with whatever was bothering him by reaching around to tug Rafi’s cock until it began to stiffen again.
“Forgive me,” Viau said as if he had something to apologize for. “It’s not perforis, but I can’t not answer.”
Rafi wondered vaguely if Viau was embarrassed, then why. Then he wondered what Viau was supposed to be answering if not his nex’s call.
“Vi.” Rafi nearly drooled into the bedding, words slurred as he throbbed and wanted and his aer told Viau all of that. “Harder.”
Not polite. Viau put his lips to Rafi’s skin and laughed breathlessly, almost giddily. Then he rolled them onto their sides and hauled up one of Rafi’s thighs to make the taking easier. He grunted into Rafi’s hair and moved as if he had no plans to pull out ever again.
Rafi flung a hand back to hold him, and there was nothing more to be said as they moved together.