Daka looked different now, more mature. Wisdom had joined the natural curiosity that always danced in his gaze. His shoulders had widened a bit, his chest filled out, and if Mahu was correct, he was taller as well, if only a little. He’d aged to appear a man of perhaps forty years rather than twenty-two.
Mahu had been forty when he’d stopped aging all together. To all the world, they’d look like contemporaries now. True as well, though none would guess they shared millennia between them.
Mahu liked the changes. They suited Daka like a beautiful bloom after the season’s floods. He could spend an eternity gazing into the incubus’s dusk blue eyes.
Those eyes were pinning him now with a ferocious glare that said if Mahu didn’t get to work soon, he’d be flipped over and fucked instead. Though he’d welcome it, that’s not what Daka had asked for, and Mahu wanted desperately to please him.
“Do you have oil?”
Daka’s gaze flitted to the bedside table. “There.”
Mahu leaned up to reach for it, which put his chest close enough to Daka’s mouth for him to grasp a nipple between his lips and suck. Pleasure rippled from the nub outward, warming his cool chest and sending more blood to his cock.
Daka let him go in order to wiggle lower on the bed and turn over. “Don’t be gentle, be fast. I’ve been ready for you.”
Mahu sat back on his heels between Daka’s spread legs. So many nights he’d longed to be in this position. Now that he was here against all odds, what he wanted most was to earn Daka’s love for a second time. To never lose this again.
He stroked the backs of Daka’s thighs up to his glorious rump and back down to his knees. Daka’s hips tilted, demanding more. His tail, coiled up and out of the way, fluttered with every touch.
Plucking the cork from the little bottle, Mahu drizzled oil onto his palms, set the jar aside, and rubbed his hands together to slick them. He followed the same path again, slowly up Daka’s hamstrings to the globes of his ass and back to the sensitive skin behind his knees.
Daka moved to meet each touch, casting a hungry glance over his shoulder. He encircled Mahu’s wrist with his tail and tugged, bringing Mahu’s hand between his cheeks.
Mahu parted the tempting flesh, supple as he remembered, to spread oil around his rim. With his other hand, he gripped the base of Daka’s tail and stroked.
Daka’s head collapsed onto the bed. He lifted his ass into the air, begging with no words. He must know he didn’t need them. Mahu would do anything for him. To be in this position again was more than dreams come to life, it was centuries of longing on the cusp of being fulfilled, wrongs being put right, his soul becoming reacquainted with its other half.
Mahu got lost in the pleasure of preparing his lover, continuing the intimate massage until Daka was a purring, squirming mess. Though he knew Daka didn’t require this much stimulation to be ready, the erotic display of motion and sounds the incubi made beneath him were motivation enough to indulge.
Until Daka huffed, “Enough, Mahu, please.” He lashed out with his tail, whipping it around Mahu’s back and yanking him closer. “Take me.”
Mahu rained open mouth kisses down upon Daka’s lovely curving spine while Daka’s tail caressed his own. The soft nub at the end mapped a trail from between his shoulder blades to between his ass cheeks and prodded. Mahu pushed into the touch.
“Dakarai.” The name escaped his lips with no small amount of awe. He’d never forgotten what lovemaking was like with Daka. There had never been another like him. So immersive, so absorbed in every detail, everywhere at once and always thrilling to touch. “I want to see your face, Nedjes.”
Daka spun in the space beneath Mahu, agile as a dancer, and reached for him. There followed an interlude of kissing Mahu could easily have continued for hours, lips gliding along lips, Daka’s sweet tongue in his mouth. But Daka broke away, wrapping his legs high around Mahu’s waist and digging heels against his ass.
“Your cock, Mahu, fill me,” Daka whined, arms circled around Mahu’s neck. “Stop teasing.”
A demand like that couldn’t be ignored. Mahu’s hard length throbbed for release already, as if it also knew they’d spent an eternity waiting for this reunion.
“I will,” Mahu murmured as he moved into position. “I’ll fill you, feed you, and then you shall feed me.”
“Yes.” Daka hissed the word, his eyelids fluttering but his gaze never leaving Mahu’s.
Sliding into Daka’s hot passage, feeling the stretch around his thick shaft and the pulse of his heartbeat through tight walls, Mahu nearly cried out from rapture.
Instead, Daka made the noise for him, a guttural cry of pleasure lingering between plump pink lips and floating to Mahu’s ears like a forgotten melody played anew.
Their bodies remembered this dance. Mahu didn’t have to think. He couldn’t. They moved and bucked together in an effortless rhythm. This part had always come easy between them, pleasing each other, satisfying unspoken needs, rising to climax as one.
But tonight a new dynamic would be born. Mahu stared at the dark blue vein under the smooth skin of Daka’s throat. What would it be like to drink from that delicate pulsing stripe? The reality that he was mere moments from finding out nearly drove Mahu over the edge. He forced his gaze from Daka’s neck to his eyes.
“Are you certain?”
Daka grinned, his face a picture of ecstasy. He tilted his head to offer better access. “Bite me, Mahu. I want to feed you.”
Mahu hesitated no further. He sank his fangs into the feast that was Daka’s flesh and sucked.
