Shame. But also desire. He was about to reach for his witch when Killian dropped to his knees.
“Killian,” Maddox said, “what are you…?”
And then Killian’s lips were around Maddox’s cock, and the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue stroked along his shaft made his entire body come alive. Bracing a hand on the wall, Maddox struggled not to groan, but when Killian hummed just as he took Maddox deeper, he lost the battle. He’d never felt like this before. The way his entire body was one tight string, the heaviness in his balls, and how his soul intertwined with Killian’s as the witch held his gaze.
“Killian…I can’t...hold on—” Maddox threaded his fingers through Killian’s hair, angling his head just slightly. The movement let Killian hollow out his cheeks and suck hard, and Maddox’s entire body bucked, the pleasure shooting all the way down to his toes.
The witch—his witch—swallowed his seed, and the brand across Killian’s chest started to glow. His dick pulsed again and again until he had nothing left to give, and Killian carefully drew his lips over Maddox’s crown, then sank down onto his ass.
“Maddox, I…”
“Shh, baby.” Maddox sank down next to him and took Killian into his arms, and when they kissed, Killian’s taste—the taste of Mad’s own release mixing with the deliciousness that was Killian— ratcheted his arousal. “I want more. I want all of you.”
KILLIAN
His angel held his gaze as Killian pulled him up onto the bed. “I don’t know what to do,” Mad said. “I’ve never...”
“Just trust me.” Guiding him back onto the pillows, Killian covered Maddox’s body with his, the heat between them in such stark contrast to the air conditioning blowing through the room.
With gentle caresses and desperate kisses, Killian explored Maddox’s body. Muscles that looked to be sculpted by the Divine. Dusky skin, full lips, a six-pack with a sprinkling of hair below leading to a thick, hard cock with a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
“Ready for another go, angel?”
He didn’t give Maddox the chance to speak. Instead, he brushed his thumb over Maddox’s lips and hoped he’d take the bait. When the man’s tongue darted out, Killian groaned. “Fuck me.”
“No. Fuck me,” Maddox said around Killian’s thumb.
In the years since he’d lost Oliver, Killian had only dated three times. Two humans and one witch, a man named Dex. But though he’d slaked his need—and that of his lovers—he’d never felt anything like he felt for Maddox.
Killian tried to hold back, but his dick throbbed, and he didn’t think he’d last much longer. Leaning over to grab his billfold, he rifled through the contents until he found the packet of lube and condom he’d found in his toiletry kit at the Monarch Hotel.
“Trust me, Mad.” Squirting a small amount of lube into his hand, he fisted his cock with Maddox watching him, eyes wide. “If this is too much, any of it, just tell me.”
After Maddox nodded, Killian lifted his lover’s legs, wrapping them around his waist and notching his dick between the hard globes of Mad’s arse. With his hand braced on the headboard, he started to move his hips, savoring how the angel’s glutes tensed as he slid between Maddox’s cheeks and over his hole.
Claiming his lips, Killian thrust his tongue along Mad’s, determined to show the man exactly how much he wanted him.
“Please, Killian,” Mad whispered. “I feel so...empty.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem for long.” Pulling back slightly, Killian reached down and ghosted his finger around Mad’s tight hole, and the angel whimpered. “Like that, do you?”
Another nod, and Killian added a little pressure. “Relax, angel. Let me in.”
Working his index finger slowly, he pushed past the ring of muscle, swallowing Mad’s moan as he kissed those full lips again and again. Shite. Even finger-fucking the man was the hottest thing he’d ever done, and by the time he added a second finger, then, eventually, a third, Maddox was panting and begging with every breath.
If he trusted his magic more, he’d have used it to don the condom and avoid losing even a second of their close contact, but this time...their first...had to be perfect, and he wouldn’t risk it.
His crown nudged Maddox’s newly stretched hole, and he held Mad’s gaze. “You are perfect, angel. Your body, your mind, your heart...” With another kiss, Killian pushed in, slowly, waiting for Maddox’s body to accept him.
Gasps, followed by a strangled sob accompanied his dick sliding past the tight ring, and then the most delicious pressure he’d ever felt surrounded him.
“Okay, baby?” Killian asked, keeping his hips perfectly still.
“Uh huh.” Mad’s fingers dug into his arse, sending him balls-deep in a single motion. “Make...me...yours, Killian.”
“Mine,” Killian growled as he pulled back and then surged forward. They found their rhythm, Killian balancing on one elbow, Mad’s legs wrapped around him. With his free hand, he grabbed Maddox’s dick and started working up and down the shaft, and the angel cried out.
“Come with me, baby,” Killian whispered as he scored his teeth over the angel’s ear and thrust as deeply as he could. He couldn’t hold on any longer, and when they fell over the edge, they did it together.
