Oren pouted for a second before tilting his head with a grin. He jumped on top of Luc, straddling Luc’s naked hips with his own. Luc’s clawed hands gripped his hips reflexively when he landed, keeping him from toppling over to the other side.
“Minx,” Luc said, eyes still closed, and Oren rolled his hips into Luc’s.
“You were ignoring me,” Oren said.
“I was resting.”
“Lies.”
Luc let out a deep laugh, finally opening his eyes and meeting Oren’s. Oren held that bright yellow gaze, a smile firm on his lips as he raised his hands and cupped Luc’s jaw.
“Just small ones, hon,” Luc said, running his hands up and down Oren’s thighs.
“I don’t like it.” Oren exaggerated a pout as best as he could.
“And whatdoyou like?” Luc whispered, tucking his fingers behind Oren’s knees and using the leverage to pull him up higher, until Oren’s ass settled over his hard cock.
“Oh…” Oren sighed when he felt those delicious ridges on the sensitive skin on the back of his thighs and ass.
“That?” Luc asked, gripping his hips again and holding him in place so he could rock his cock into Oren. “Or that?”
“Mhm…” Oren nodded, pulling on Luc’s chin until he lifted his head off the pillow and met Oren halfway. “I like all of that.”
He kissed Luc forcefully, wrapping his arms around his neck and gluing his chest to Luc’s. Their hips rolled together, and the thought of Luc’s bare cock rubbing between his legs made Oren dizzy.
Flashes of what they’d done the nights before ran through Oren’s mind. His breaths grew shorter with the sensory onslaught, his entire body lighting up with it. Luc’s tongue wrapped around Oren’s from both sides, the thin tendrils tickling the sensitive skin.
Something thick slithered down his neck and back, teasing, taunting as it found the crack of his ass and dove between his ass cheeks. He dug his nails into Luc’s pecs, splitting the skin the tiniest bit and reveling in the hiss Luc let out against Oren’s lips. He drew the breath into his own lungs, tasting fire and ash.
Luc would burn him from the inside out, Oren was sure of it.
“Luc…” He moaned when the tip of Luc’s tail circled around his entrance, spearing in slowly, maddeningly so. Luc had told him he could do a lot of things with his tail. He teased him aboutit when he had Oren on his cock. Dirty talked about it until he made him come with just the thought of it. He’d never done it before, and Oren was desperate for it.
He was just about to rise up on his knees to give Luc more room when a loud knock reverberated through the room, followed by a familiar bratty voice. “Oren!”
Luc groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, his tail still teasing just inside Oren’s body in shallow thrusts that had him chasing deeper ones.
“Ignore them,” Oren panted, sweat beading at his hairline as he rolled his hips to work Luc inside fully. “They’ll go away.”
Luc wrapped his arms around Oren’s waist to keep him in place, stealing control back and moving his tail in and out of his body at his own maddening pace. Oren struggled against his hold, wanting to get him in deeper, wanting him to go harder. Luc’s tongue slipped out, the thin tendrils of the forked tip surrounding Oren’s nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak and making him whimper.
Another series of impatient knocks echoed, louder and more demanding, and Oren slumped in Luc’s hold, chest heaving and cock still angry red and hard between the two of them.
“I should have known it wouldn’t work,” Oren lamented. “Azoth won’t just leave because you ignore him.”
“How do you know it’s him?” Luc asked, refusing to move his tail and in the process edging the hell out of Oren.
“His voice is a bit raspier than Tarik’s.” Oren was still squirming. Words were hard to form. As were thoughts. “Hard to explain. They just sound different.”
“And that’s Azoth?” Luc asked, nudging Orenslowlylower—just enough that the pointed tip of his tail was now brushing his prostate. Oren cried out, the cry turning into a suspended keen when the press against his prostate got harder, rubbing, prodding.
Luc eyed him from beneath his dark eyebrows, eyes full of fire, then turned his head toward the door again. “Who is it?”
His voice was as casual as if he were asking the time.
“Azoth,” the voice said, sounding annoyed at having to even answer.
“Who?” Luc asked again, feigning confusion while his tailtwisted.
