Thio’s right there with me. We didn’t say a word the whole way here but he’s shaking now, the drop in adrenaline probably; he yelled at his family for me.
Fuck.
His hands clamp my head and hold me in place so his tongue can invade my mouth, and I fight back, shoving him against the closed door and biting down on his lip. His moan is hoarse and desperate and has me scratching my hands up under his coat and shirt, seeking skin, ready to write sonnets to the rise of his stomach, the coarse hair leading up to the swell of his pecs, the pebbled mounds of his nipples.
I tug one of his lip rings between my teeth and he’s already half blissed out, but I pull back long enough to dig a vial out of my component belt and hold it up. “You trust me?”
Thio’s gasping, flushed, and he studies the vial. “What is—”
“Trust, Thio.”
His eyes narrow, then roll. “Gods help me. Yeah, yes, I trust you.”
“Good. Because it’s my turn.”
Then I’m sinking to the floor, unzipping his pants, and taking a quick sip of the vial.
It’s an emergency potion I carry in case of electrical outages. A big dose causes massive currents, can jumpstart pretty much anything.
But a dash of it across my tongue?
An instant sizzle flutters through my mouth and I swallow, stretching the magic down my throat in the barest coating of fizzing, jumping shocks.
He showed me no mercy Sunday night, and I return the favor now.
His dick’s bigger than mine, longer and thicker, and while that pings the barest dredges of my competitive side, I channel it into relaxing my throat and taking all of him.
That, coupled with the tingling, sparking sensation from the potion, has Thio’s head thunking back against the door.
“Holyshit,” he whines, squirming, helplessly thrusting himself deeper into my mouth as his jaw gapes, fingers knotting in my hair, knocking my glasses askew.
I moan around him, wanton, self-indulgent, and pump my head, working him with my hand, too. His taste, the salty musk of him, the scent of his cologne even here, like he sprays it on his naked body—fuck,my jeans are too tight and my coat is swelteringly hot, but I’m caught up in Thio’s broken sounds of need and the way he rolls his head forward to look at me.
My eyes tear and my vision blurs. He’s unraveling because of me,inme, those stripes on his cheeks gone to deep, vivid red, his pupils wide in his dark eyes.
He’s unfairly stunning, coming apart like this. All the sharp lines of his features, all his harsh edges become cliffs I want to bungee jump off, see how far down I can fall before the rebound snaps me back up. He’s the plummet and the catch and the rise again all in one, and kneeling at his feet, the world orients around him.
“Sebastian,” he wheezes, and I swirl my tongue in his slit, feeling the jumping shocks in the tip of my tongue so I know he’s feeling them here, too. He hisses and shivers, his eyes glassy as they dart all over my face. “Gods, you’re wicked. Fuck—your lips stretched around me like that. Shit. Gonna—”
I suck long and hard, head bobbing, and as he comes down my throat, I distantly wish we were back at the lab. The soundproof walls would trap the noise he makes, a cracked cry that sticks against his tongue, a chewed-upFuck, baby, yes,and I want nothing more than to be sure I’m the only one who hears it. It’smine,and I get where his possessiveness comes from.
This isn’t just messy.
It’s a full-on environmental disaster.
Geiger counters will pick up radiation here a century from now.
In the aftermath, I rest my forehead against his thigh and he slides his fingers through my hair.
“C’mere,” he whispers, and I’m hard and definitely want him, but I feel as wrung-out as he looks. I rest there, breathing, trying not to think, the last bits of the electric potion fading so my tongue’s left with ghost sparks and vibrations under the taste of him.
I shiver, head to toe, muscles bunching in my shoulders and straining across my back.
He helps me to my feet and gets me off into his hand. We’re both panting after I come, and I want to ask him to stay. To hold me until we fall asleep. To wake up at 2A.M.and suck each other off again and fall back asleep sweaty and sated.
To talk about how bad it is that he told off Myrdin for me. Will he face any repercussions for that?
“I can pick you up Monday morning,” he gasps.
