“Better.” Quinn soothed a hand over Lukas’ side, kissing across his stomach before making his way down again. This time he didn’t take Lukas into his mouth, but pressed wet kisses up one side of his cock and down the other.
Lukas cursed under his breath, tossing his head back with a pleading moan. Quinn seemed intent on tormenting him, licking him from balls to tip, swirling his tongue around his head. Then repeating. Over and over, until he was sure he’d combust.
Then Quinn pulled away, sliding his hand from Lukas’ thigh to his shoulder as he moved around the bed. A drawer opened and shut before the bed shifted as Quinn climbed up beside him. A bottle cap flicked open, then snapped shut a moment later.
He shuddered in anticipation, turning into Quinn’s heat as much as possible when he pressed closer. He parted his lips and eagerly slid his tongue against Quinn’s, sucking away the taste of himself. He braced his heels against the bed and groaned as slick fingers pushed into him. When they pressed deeper, he broke the kiss and dropped his head to the pillow.Then they shifted and flexed and hit a spot that made sparks explode behind the blindfold, pleasure igniting his nerves.
“Fuck,” he gasped, turning his head when he felt Quinn’s smile against his shoulder.
Quinn leaned over him, nipping his lower lip as he flexed his fingers again.
That was apparently all that was needed for Lukas to beg. “Please. Quinn, please. Need you inside me.”
“I know,” Quinn murmured, pulling his hand away for more lube, then pressing another finger in. That one burned a little, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“I can take it.”
“I know,” he said again, somehow sounding completely unaffected.
“Fuck you,” Lukas hissed, then yelped when Quinn pressed a warning thumb against his balls.
“Don’t make me gag you.”
Lukas swallowed the urge to dare Quinn to do exactly that. As willing as he was to explore those urges, he could only handle so many new things at a time.
Quinn waited a moment for a response, then hummed and returned to his task, driving Lukas insane as he worked his fingers in deeper while kissing Lukas’ neck, teeth scraping against sensitive flesh in mockery of a claim.
Lukas shuddered with need, flexing his wrists against the handcuffs until he felt the cheap metal threaten to snap. “Quinn.”
“Fine, fine.” Quinn pressed a quick kiss to Lukas’ lips and pulled his fingers out. “So much for being completely at my mercy,” he said with a soft laugh.
“You’re a sadist.”
“Only a little.” The bed shifted as Quinn settled between Lukas’ legs, his warmth a phantom presence as he leaned closer, before a hot, wet tongue slid from Lukas’ navel up to his nipple.
Lukas arched beneath Quinn as hands groped his ass and lifted, hissing an eager “Yes” when Quinn finally pushed into him. He was bigger than Lukas remembered from when he’d had his mouth on him, but he wasn’t complaining. As many times as he’d imagined this, none of them came close to being as good as the real thing.
He clamped his legs around Quinn’s hips, digging heels into his ass to urge him on.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Quinn dragged his teeth against Lukas’ neck again as he slammed his hips forward, finally giving him what he wanted.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” he gasped. “Wanna feel it tomorrow.”
“You’re gonna feel it for days,” Quinn growled, digging his fingers into Lukas’ ass hard enough to bruise.
“Yeah? You think you can fuck me that good?” he taunted, a thrill going through him when hot breath rushed against his ear.
“Yeah, I do,” Quinn murmured, before doing just that.
Lukas lost track of everything except the places Quinn touched him. The alternating feathery light kisses and sharp bites on his neck. The hands sliding up his back, down his sides, and back up his chest. The fingers pinching his nipples or pressing past his lips to stroke his tongue. The thick, hard cock driving into him over and over and over as his own cock was left aching and neglected.
“Quinn please,” he gasped, on the verge of sobbing.
“Yeah,” Quinn grunted, gripping Lukas’ hair and pulling his head to the side.
“Yes.” Lukas eagerly bared his neck, the feel of Quinn’s teeth sinking into his flesh everything he’d ever fantasized. His entire body clenched from the sharp pain and deep twist of magic as Quinn claimed him. The pleasure that followed was so intense that his vision went white and he came untouched, his muscles aching as he shuddered through the longest orgasm of his life.
“That was hot,” Quinn murmured, tugging the blindfold off before fumbling with the release on the handcuffs.
