Antonio snickered, even as his grip on Declan’s wing eased.“Wouldn’t want to rush things.Trust me, I’m happy to put my hands wherever you’d like them.”
“Feel free to keep hold.Just, the pulling.”Declan busied himself with a slow series of kisses while he spoke.“It’s… I enjoy how much you seem to like touching me.”
“Seem?”Antonio echoed, tightening his hand on Declan’s ass.Declan allowed himself to be pulled closer, a doubtlessly slight weight for a man used to much more.“I hope it’s damn clear I like the look of you.You’re incredible.Fucking fae.”
Declan laughed, shifting back from the man’s delicious thigh.He was met with a sound that could very nearly be called a whimper, and Antonio’s hands going tight, briefly.When Antonio didn’t attempt to pull him back in, Declan grinned up at his bond.All teeth.
Antonio ran through his veins, brighter than any drug from either realm.Purple ink laced with copper.
“You’ve left little room for doubt.I spent years in a glamour to be appealing to those I wished to be.A glamour you looked at with indifference, only to watch me moments later with desire.Stripped of magic.Bare skin.”Close enough, still, to touch.Declan helped himself to two very generous handfuls of Antonio’s ass.“And then you asked for my teeth.My nails.”
Declan pulled him in, grip firm and sure, pointedly slow.Antonio’d made it clear that he enjoyed being pushed a bit.
“Asked, yeah.”Words almost panted.“Didn’t tell me I didn’t know what I wanted.Didn’t ask if I was sure.”
“I trust you to know your own mind.”Trusted still, here, pinned and groaning with every flex of Declan’s hands.
“No one trusts me like that.Won’t take my word ‘cause I’m a con, or won’t listen ‘cause I’m batshit.”A flicker of deep anger, gone with Declan’s closer push in, wing twitching in his grip.“Saying … fuck if I know.Want this.You.Nails and teeth and fucking pushy.Can trust you, and not have to be so damned careful or think it all out.Follow?”
This time, when Declan stepped back, he took Antonio with him.He lifted his large, muscular bond off of the floor, and tucked him in close.Held him flush.Oh, he had to tip his head back further to look at him.Bloody well worth it, for Antonio’s exhale caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan, a shaking ragged sound.
“I trust you to know your own mind,” he repeated, Antonio falling into him, unprotesting.Hard muscles and ragged breaths, instead, hard cock pressed high against his abdomen.“Nails.Teeth.Fucking pushy.You don’t need to be careful with me, and I’ll push you about regardless, all we like.”Teeth, then.Teeth on t-shirt and digging into hard muscle, because he could, and Antonio, groaning above him, his fingers digging into Declan’s shoulders.“Want that?To be wrestled down by your slight, sharp Murderpunk?”
“Yeah.Shit, Murderpunk, I want that.”Antonio leaned down, somehow, awkward and easy, to find Declan’s lips and kiss him.Rough, reckless, and broken with a growl.“Want you to try, anyway.”
Declan’s grin widened, went sharp in the wake of Antonio’s declaration.
“Try, is it?”Declan said.Taunted, perhaps.Dared, certainly.
Antonio tasted even better withwanton his lips, his body solid and firm in Declan’s hands.He struggled against Declan’s hold, big hands pushing hard against slim shoulders.Enough to send Declan stumbling back a few steps, and the both of them laughing.
“Yeah,” and the bondsang, rich with blood and ink in the desert sun, a wild, joyous heartbeat,“try.”
Declan dragged him back in, held him there, tight, close.Let his nails dig in, felt thick material threaten to give under them and the answering hungry twitch of Antonio’s cock.
“Your strength isridiculouslysexy.”Declan groaned, ragged, while Antonio tried to push at him, cheeks flushed and hot.“Me?I was born with mine.You bloody worked for it.”
Andtherewas the door to the bedroom, there to press Antonio against.Declan plastered as near as he could, soft fabric and firm muscle under his teeth.
“Kills time,” Antonio gasped out, one hand tugging, sharp, at Declan’s buttons, the other braced on the door.“Makes people think twice before starting shit.”
Declan bet it did.He might have even said as much, if Antonio hadn’t found the door handle, the solid weight of his body giving way.Declan near lost his footing, nails catching on Antonio’s jeans with the trajectory change, splitting the denim.
“You’re an asshole.”Declan grinned as he said it, each breath serrated at the edges.Said it as he slid to his knees, eyes bright, and pushed Antonio down onto the floor.
Gravity and limbs and Antonio, bucking under him, just as breathless.
“Absolutely.”Antonio dragged Declan down, pulled him in while fumbling with his shirt buttons.“Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Laughing words from seeking lips, and Declan kissed him back.Drank his laughter, sipped it from his smiling mouth.Easy to sprawl atop him, amusement thrumming between them like he’d not known during sex before, solid muscle and eager fingers.
“Encourage you horribly, I’m afraid.Cheeky fucker.”Declan curled his fingers under a knee, pushed until Antonio spread them enough for Declan to settle between his thighs.He tangled the other in Antonio’s soft hair, thin fingers curled tight to keep the man pinned to the ground.There, where Declan could kiss him again, black on faded red, made darker with every urgent pass of teeth.“I like it.”
I like you.And the bond gone bright, like sparks on old metal, each urgent kiss leaving him wanting more.He rocked closer, pressed into the cradle of Antonio’s hips and left them both gasping.
“Encourage me by letting me get you out of this damn shirt.”Words almost lost in the harsh rasp of Antonio’s breaths.
Declan obliged him, let those clever, work-rough fingers unbutton his shirt, becausethiswas what he craved: Antonio, demanding, reaching for more.WantingDeclan, proving it with every groan and the press of strong thighs, thick with muscle, to Declan’s hips.Big, warm hands on too-pale skin, seeking to touch Declan as if he were truly everything Antonio said he was.
