Warm fondness flooded through him. “I hope so. I feel the same, my jewel.”
Julian gave him a quick kiss. “Shouldn’t I be sore? Last night was… strenuous. But I feel fine.”
“It’s my blood,” Valac said. “It helped you recover more quickly than usual.”
Julian’s face brightened with understanding. “Oh, right. I didn’t expect it to help with, uh, sex stuff, though.” His cheeks reddened. It was adorable, given what they’d done last night.
“Yes,” Valac said, pressing in for another kiss. “It’ll help with everything. Your body will bounce back much quicker. You’ll experience less soreness, both in your muscles and from my stretching you open.” He slid one hand down the curve of Julian’s spine and between his cheeks to brush against his hole.
Julian’s mouth opened on a soft mewl.
“See?” Valac whispered smugly. “I could take you again, and it would be like the very first time.” He moved his hand away, and Julian sighed shakily. “But first, I think you should eat. Your stomach is growling.”
Julian paused, blinking, and then agreed, “Yeah, good idea.”
They dressed—Valac in a pair of pajama bottoms and Julian in gym shorts—and ventured out into the living room. Valac sat at the kitchen island with the computer box while Julian went to the fridge to find food. How hard could it be to set up a computer? He’d seen the other demons using them at the Rink. The buttons were all labeled with letters and numbers. It seemed pretty self-explanatory.
He took the thin film of plastic off the box while Julian cracked eggs in a skillet, but once he had the strange, aluminum computer sitting in front of him, his gaze drifted, settling on the muscled dimples of Julian’s lower back. His thin shorts accentuated the curve of his bottom, and Valac’s mind wandered back to the night before, Julian sprawled out on top of him with his cock driving up into his tight hole. His shadows writhed with want, and he relinquished his hold on them, letting them spring out to curl around Julian.
Julian stiffened as he felt them, then relaxed with a soft chuckle. The shadows didn’t restrict him, just pressed against his skin like snakes seeking warmth. He glanced back at Valac, spatula in hand.
“Is this going to be a regular thing?” he asked, wriggling his hips.
“Maybe,” Valac hedged. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all. Feels kind of like you’ve draped a blanket around me. It’s not warm, exactly, but the weight of it feels good, if that makes sense?”
“Good. I’m glad you find it pleasant.”
Julian hummed. “What’s on the agenda for today? Are we going to the Rink?”
“If you’d like. Talon told me last night that he wants to go to the club downstairs and announce his new role to the halflings. He thinks my presence there will help assuage those who are still bitter about Lilith’s death.”
Julian bobbed his head in agreement. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t mind seeing the club in action, I guess. And it makes sense he’d want you there to prove he’s telling the truth.” Shadows ruffled the back of his hair, and he said with a laugh, “So weird. It feels like your fingers are in my hair.”
He’d like his fingers to be somewhere decidedly lower, and spurred by his own thoughts, his shadows descended, slipping under Julian’s waistband, finding the tight pucker of his hole and pressing inside.
Julian gasped, his knuckles blanching around the spatula. “Oh God,” he whimpered. “Okay, you can’t do this around anyone else. It’s not for—oh my God, Valac!” He broke off as the shadows expanded, stretching him, thrusting in and out. He fumbled for the button on the stove, turning the burner off and moving the pan off the heat.
Valac disappeared to the bedroom, burning with need. Just because Juliancouldheal didn’t mean he wanted to hurt him, so he lowered his waistband to free his cock and slicked it with lube. He needed to be inside Julian right now. The shadows were a poor substitute for the real thing.
When he teleported back to the kitchen, Julian was leaning over on the counter beside the stove, moaning loudly. His hips moved in time with the shadows fucking in and out of him, preparing him for Valac.
He wasted no time, pulling Julian’s shorts down and sinking inside him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Julian said mindlessly, pushing up on his tiptoes and rocking back to take him deeper.
He was too hungry to go slow this time, withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained and then slamming back in. Over and over, driving himself as deep as he could possibly go, gripping Julian’s hips and pulling him back to meet each thrust. Shadows manipulated Julian’s pliant body, tugging hislegs further apart and pushing his chest down against the countertop. His feet barely touched the floor like this, and his fingers scrabbled across the marble for purchase, moans winding higher and louder as he neared his orgasm.
Last night, their climaxes rolled over them. This morning, it was like a lightning strike. Julian shouted as he came, jerking so hard that he nearly unseated Valac’s hands on his hips. White-hot heat exploded under Valac’s skin as he emptied himself deep inside Julian’s tight channel, bending over him and sinking his teeth into his shoulder. Julian moaned, fingers curling around the back of his bald head as though to hold his mouth against the wound.
Valac looked down at the teeth marks on his shoulder, wickedly pleased to see the shape of his own mouth in Julian’s skin. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, licking away the beading blood.
“No, I’m fine,” Julian slurred, pushing himself up and kissing Valac off-center. “You can’t let your shadows do that while we’re at the Rink.”
Valac grinned at the very idea. He couldn’t deny it held some appeal, knowing a part of him was sinking inside Julian while others were nearby.
Julian narrowed his eyes. “Valac.”
