22. Fenric #2
Was it hot in there? It seemed to suddenly become ten degrees hotter.
Above him, he could hear the rain starting to pound on the roof, drowning out the rest of the noises around the house and wrapping them in a private cocoon.
All his friends were a million miles away, and there was just Lirion staring at him with those deep blue eyes and his soft pink hair calling to him to touch.
He wanted to run his fingers through it and know at last if it was as soft as it looked.
Lirion softly hummed, his head dipping into a nod, like he’d just realized something.
What, Fenric had no clue, but whatever it was seemed to be good?
Lirion’s smile returned, but there was something hotter about it, something that flashed in those perfect eyes and made Fenric’s mouth go completely dry.
Everything about Lirion was so artless and easy, conjuring up a siren song of lust. Was this what it meant to be an incubus? A push of his magic that fogged up all of Fenric’s thoughts and got his heart racing?
“In that case, why don’t I seduce you properly to make up for the last time?
” His voice dipped seductively low, becoming a caress in Fenric’s ear.
As he spoke, his right hand, which had been resting at his side on the bed, slowly moved up his chest to the top button.
He plucked at it, sliding it out of its hole.
One after another, he worked his way down.
Fenric couldn’t tear his eyes away, his heart speeding up with each new bit of skin that became visible.
But they were talking.
Questions.
What the fuck had he been saying before? It was becoming difficult to pull a single thought together, but he had to get the words out. He couldn’t take advantage of Lirion just because this was how the guy survived. He deserved Fenric’s respect.
Fenric swallowed hard and licked his lips. “I’m certainly not going to say no, but one…one more question. What’s better for you, a quickie or…?”
Lirion shrugged and his shirt tumbled off one shoulder. Gods help him, Fen was going to start crying if he couldn’t kiss his shoulder.
“Fundamentally, there’s no difference.” The words sounded casual as they left Lirion’s lips, but his eyes roved over Fenric like a hunter would prey.
“Like having a quick sandwich on the go or sitting down to a banquet. You’re full no matter which you consume, though one would be more satisfying than the other. ”
“Ah, okay, makes sense. Also, I feel like I just flipped a switch in you.”
“You may have,” Lirion murmured. The incubus stood and let his shirt fall carelessly to the floor. “I can’t remember the last time I had a partner who was genuinely interested in what I need. It makes me want to reward you.”
Fenric translated “reward” to “hot jungle sex.”
Lirion stood over Fenric, looking as if he were prepared to devour him whole, but Fen was never one to be passive in the bedroom. If Lirion wanted to feed, Fenric was determined to provide a feast.
Fenric stood and their mouths crashed in an almost violent kiss that felt as if they were both starved for this moment.
Clothes were pulled roughly off, the sound of ripping seams lost to the pounding of Fen’s heart in his ears.
A hiss escaped him when Lirion’s hot, bare skin met his for the first time, and Lirion echoed it.
His rough hands ran down Lirion’s smooth back, molding the other man against him, pulling him in as tightly as he could.
Their tongues tangled and fought for dominion.
Fenric tried to give as good as he got, but honestly, it was hard to focus.
The energy pouring out of Lirion was warm, reminding him of times he’d taken a sun-dried blanket off the clothesline and wrapped it around himself.
The tension in his body wound tighter and tighter until he could barely draw in a full breath. Never in his life had he been so turned on. His body was on fire and the only relief to be had was in kissing Lirion.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” He tried to make his words sound like an accusation, but they came out almost pleading for more.
Lirion grinned and shoved Fenric hard so that he landed naked on the bed. “I told you I’m seducing you.”
Fenric almost came watching Lirion crawl up the bed to straddle him. His body was absolute perfection. Tan skin stretched over endless hard muscles that danced with every movement. It seemed a sin to be faced with such sexy perfection.
Lirion bent and licked a nipple, drawing another teeth-clenched hiss out of Fenric.
The tip of the incubus’s tongue circled the hardening nub before, finally, he drew it into the heat of his mouth.
When he lifted his head at last, he winked at Fenric, the saucy bastard.
“I want you relaxed and enjoying yourself.”
“Relaxed is the last thing I feel right now.” He slid his fingers into Lirion’s hair and almost sighed at the exquisite softness.
With his hand cupping the back of Lirion’s head, he drew the man up for another deep kiss, giving in to the desire raging through him.
He was on fire and there was no more attempting to bank those flames.
Lirion wanted him desperate, and that was exactly what he was.
Their cocks brushed and Fenric moaned into his mouth.
Fenric’s tongue explored Lirion’s mouth, tasting him.
The incubus made happy noises while his hands wandered down Fenric’s body, plucking and stroking.
His short nails deliciously scraped flesh until finally, one strong, slightly calloused hand wrapped around his cock.
Fenric ripped his mouth from Lirion’s and pressed his head back into the pillow, his throat arched. “Fucking hell!”
“It has been too long for you, hasn’t it?” Lirion playfully purred, slowly stroking him. “Look at how you respond to me.”