“Mmhm.Gonna need your hands.Gonna need mine, too.”He bit down slow at the curve where Declan’s neck met shoulder, sucked hard.Deliberate.And again.“Barely had my mouth on you though.Like how you taste.”
Declan didn’t quite whine into the intent dig of teeth.His hand dropped to cover Antonio’s at his hip, fingers wrapping firm about his wrist.It was Antonio’s nail scraping soft along his nipple that dragged the rasping keen from him, wings closing to keep the man close.
“Again,” Declan demanded.Breathed.Both.“I want you to see it when I’ve you on your back and thighs spread wide, held by my wings.Fucking into you for the first time.”Antonio’s nails dug into his hip, his groan muffled by Declan’s skin as he bit down slow and hard, sucking at singing skin.“I need to feel it while I bury myself in you.Deep as you can take me.”
All of me.
Want like a lit match and a dry forest.Everywhere.Everything.Fingers tightened, to keep Declan in place, held for Antonio’s pleasure.
“Yeah?”Antonio’s voice shook, but he still managed a smirk.Declan could feel it.“That what you want, meu paixão?Want to feel me on your skin while you fuck me?”
He rolled Declan’s nipple between his fingers, gentle now.Gentle as the kisses he trailed along Declan’s shoulder.
Declan might actually perish, should Antonio keep with the soft touches and light brushes of his lips.No little death, no poetic anything.Simply crumble to ash in Antonio’s arms, where he shook and did his best to bite back his groan.
“Yes.”
“Think I’d like that.Seeing my mark while I’m tied to the bed for you, coming apart on your cock.”Another kiss.Another tender, soft kiss.“Like blood spilling through cracked porcelain.”
“Voids,yes, Antonio.”Desperation colored his words, spread tight and thin.He wasn’t too proud to beg.
Antonio’s lips pressed a little higher, until he was at Declan’s neck again.Bitthere, a slow increase in pressure.Gentle until it wasn’t.And again.
And again.
Declan shook.Shook and shook and shook.He would have Antonio’s mark on his neck and his hip, with how tight he held on.The knowledge alone nearly unmade him then and there.
Focus.Voids, he needed to focus, or they’d not get around to the tying, nor using whatever Declan managed to conjure.
“Fuck, Antonio.Mo chuisle.Again?Before I get you down.”
Busy mouth on heated skin.Careful teeth and eager lips.Careful, but notgentle.Each bite a little higher than the last.Wet, eager tongue tracing impressions after each hard bite.
Fingers around wrists, tight.
Antonio didn’t struggle.Didn’t speak.Just growled as he bit again, and dragged his nails over Declan’s nipple as his hand was tugged away.
“Fuck fuck fuck.”Declan managed, lost to nails and teeth and that damnedgrowl.“Fuck,Antonio.”
Strong hands captive in Declan’s stronger grip, nerves singing, and Antonio taking a shivering breath.In that moment, with only Antonio’s breath on his skin, it was Declan’s voids begotten turn.
Nowor he’d lose himself entirely, and it would be him with his chest to the wall and legs spread.(Another day.Not this one.)
“No one trusts me like that.”
He dropped Antonio’s wrists.Turned to face him.Grabbed the man’s hips and held on tight.(Pushy.Getting what he wanted.Taking it.)
“I wonder if you growl like that when getting fucked,” Declan rumbled, that deep lilt Antonio liked so much, just for him.“I look forward to finding out.”
Just that, and he pushed Antonio back onto the bed.
All of him.
Chapter Seventeen
Antonio
OnehardshoveandAntonio’s back hit the mattress.Declan smiling above him, revealing two rows of perfect, pointed teeth.Antonio’s bond, watching him with a predator’s gaze, narrow shoulders framed by wings of bone.
