“Oren, hon…” Luc said, but Oren’s fingers tightened on his horn again, small teeth biting into his full lip mischievously.
“You liked that?” Oren whispered, running his hand over the horn lightly. Luc squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, hips moving of their own accord, his cock pressing against his leather pants painfully.
“Sensitive,” Luc said, and Oren cupped one horn with both of his palms, running them up and down.
“You didn’t mention this when we talked about your body this morning.” Oren tsked.
“Surprise?”
Oren released the horn, only to walk around Luc and throw his leg over him to straddle his lap.
“Oren…” Luc gripped his hips to keep him steady, brushing his hard cock against Oren’s bulge.
“I missed out on so much when I was alive,” Oren said, wiggling around to settle on Luc’s lap. He reached up and gripped Luc’s horns with both hands. “Nobody wanted to indulge me—too afraid I’d break.”
“Can’t say I didn’t think the same thing, hon,” Luc said, but his clawed hands were already tightening on Oren’s hips, pulling him down to grind against his hard cock.
“Does that mean you’ll stop?” Oren pouted.
“Sadly, self-control is not one of the devil’s strong suits,” Luc said, slipping a finger under the waistband of Oren’s jeans and teasing the seam of his ass.
“Good.” Oren reached between them, trying to cup Luc’s cock. His small hand barely covered the head, but Luc burned with it. “I want you to give me all the things nobody wanted to.”
“Things?”
“Your cock, tail, horns, the chains you have, the gags, all of it,” he said, releasing Luc’s cock and cupping his head.
Luc stared into his eyes, trying to find a single hint of doubt. He didn’t find one. Oren was burning up in his lap, eyes dark and staring right into Luc’s, reflecting the yellow shine like a mirror.
He was rolling his hips ever so slightly, driving Luc insane with it.
“Luc… I want you to fuck me.”
8
Oren
His words ignited something inside Luc. Oren hadn’t even finished the sentence before Luc was standing with him in his arms. Palms cupped under Oren’s ass, he carried him back to the bedroom, locking the door and tossing Oren on the bed.
He was proving everything Oren thought about him right.
He was feather-light in Luc’s arms. Luc could just pick him up and move him wherever he wanted, however he wanted. It was messing with Oren’s head and making him leak in his pants with arousal.
Oren’s clothes were already slightly wet and sticky from the humidity in the bathroom, and he knew his light shirt was slowly turning see-through from it. Luc had apparently noticed it too, because he knelt with one knee on the bed next to Oren, eyes roaming over his body slowly, torturously slowly. He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers over Oren’s cheek beforeplucking his fogged-up glasses off his nose and setting them aside.
“Don’t go easy on me now,” Oren said, seeing the gentleness in Luc’s eyes. “I want you to throw me around. Show me what you can do to me.”
“Careful what you wish for, hon.” Luc’s forked tongue came out to wet his lips.
Oren wanted that tongue on him, doing wicked, unholy things to him.
“I’m done being careful,” Oren said, rising up on his elbows to get closer to Luc. “And I’m done with others being careful with me. I’m dead. You can’t hurt me any more than that.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Oren scowled, getting up on his knees and crawling to Luc. He slipped into his lap again, careless of the uncomfortable position. He knew Luc would keep him from falling.
“Yes, you are,” Oren said, looking deep into his eyes. “Because I want you to.”
