“I won’t.”
“Unfortunately,” Silver smiled at him, “I don’t believe that’s true. But it won’t be enough to stop me.”
“I—”
Silver rolled his finger across the rosy head of Nuri’s dick, causing whatever he’d been about to say to morph into a gasp. Once he’d coated his fingers he brought them to his entrance, prodding against that tight ring of muscle, carefully at first, even though everything in him was screaming to pick up the pace.
Clouds shifted across the sky outside the large window to his left, casting a swath of moonlight through the thin curtains, and Silver froze, a dark idea forming in his mind, clawing at his senses before he could try to appeal to that speck of decency that somehow managed to exist within him.
“What’s wrong?” Nuri asked, and Silver moved without wasting anymore time.
“Do you know what it means to be taken by a Swift?” He crossed the room in quick strides, snatching the curtain and practically tearing it open in his haste. The moonlight cascaded over him instantly, the thrum of familiar energy zipping throughout his bloodstream.
The change happened fast, his hair shifting from inky to silver, the feel of his horns sprouting from just above his temples, arching back over the top of his head. This was a form meant to be shared only with those closest to a Swift.
Like a mate.
Nuri had yet to answer Silver’s question, and when he turned back, it was to find the smaller man too busy staring at him. All of those twisted, dirty things Silver wanted to do to him flashed through his mind, but they would have to wait. The goal tonight had very suddenly changed. This was no longer about getting a taste of forbidden fruit.
It was about securing the whole damn tree and ensuring it only bore sweet nectar for him and him alone.
Probably for the best that Nuri didn’t seem capable of processing what was about to happen, or Silver’s weightedquestion, for that matter. Surely it would spook him, maybe even enough to snap him out of the drug induced fog.
“No more stalling.” Silver couldn’t afford to now that he knew what he intended. Returning to the bed, he settled back between Nuri’s spread thighs, drinking in the sight of him, still hard and leaking.
It seemed like at least on this they were in agreement, for the second Silver brought a finger back to Nuri’s entrance, Nuri rolled his hips. He pushed onto that offered digit, eyes rolling back from just that tiny bit of contact.
His finger pressed forward and Silver groaned right along with him at the tight feel, his cock growing painfully hard. Silver leaned forward, capturing Nuri’s lips a second time as his fingers stretched and opened him, his tongue lapping at the roof of his mouth. The smell of cherries and mahogany surrounded him, that familiar scent he’d long since associated purely with Nuri, and it spurred him on.
He added a second finger, twirling them around before seeking out that spot inside of Nuri he knew would have him writhing. Sure enough, as soon as he tapped against it, Nuri pulled away to cry out.
“Do that again,” Silver ordered, picking up his tempo to match the rapidly increasing sounds of Nuri’s panting. When he pressed that spot Nuri obliged, even louder this time around.
He pumped in another digit, carefully watching Nuri’s expression for any signs that he was feeling discomfort, but his body seemed primed and ready for it, almost like he was made for him.
“What usually happens next?” he asked, waiting for Nuri to open his eyes and look at him before continuing. “In your dreams? What do I do to you now?”
“Flip me over and take me from behind,” Nuri said without skipping a beat.
“That’s rough.”
“That’s the point.”
As amazing as that sounded, Silver wasn’t so far gone from his lust that he’d forgotten how they’d ended up here in the first place. “You’re injured. Rough isn’t on the table tonight, I’m afraid.”
“Injured?” Nuri’s brow furrowed, some of the desire slipping from his eyes.
Silver didn’t like that, so he bent back down and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip to give him a taste of the rowdier type of sex he seemed to prefer. Which was definitely something Silver was noting for next time.
Because there was going to be a next time.
And a time after that.
And after that.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” he swore, only partially aware he was doing so out loud and not just in his head. Then he pulled his hand free and reached down, shifting so that he could grab hold of his cock and line it up. He was covered in precome as well and gave himself a couple of strokes to spread it until he was sure he was slick enough.
“You’re taking too long,” Nuri whined, dropping his palm over the back of Silver’s neck to pull him in. His teeth grazed Silver’s chin suggestively and he smirked. “You’re a Swift. We both know lube isn’t necessary. Stop stalling and stick it in already.”
