“Fuck me,” he panted. He was too far gone to care how crazy this might be. “Please, please fuck me.”
A rattling growl left Ashmedai. Nicolas’s legs crashed back down as he pounced, licking into his mouth and thrusting against his leaking cock. The fabric of the cloak was still between them, but Ashmedai made quick work of it, parting it near their hips.
“More, open it more,” Nicolas whined. “I want to feel more of you.”
He tried to slip his hands into the opening, but Ashmedai growled, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the bed. Nicolas fought, but there was no competing against the sin eater’s strength. It should be sobering. Instead it just made him harder.
“Please, Ashmedai,” he breathed. “I want to feel you everywhere. I’ll keep my eyes closed if you don’t want me to see.”
A sharp sigh left the hood, and then Nicolas foundhimself flipped onto his stomach. He tried to turn his head and was pinned, his cheek against the mattress.
“Okay, okay, I won’t look,” he said, patting the fingers in his hair. They turned, threading through his own. Butterflies erupted in Nicolas’s stomach.
Ashmedai shifted. Nicolas was anticipating hot skin against his back, but it never came. Ashmedai froze, and then claws dug into the back of his neck.
“What?” Ashmedai snarled, louder and more vicious than he’d ever heard him. “Who?”
“What?” Nicolas whimpered. “What is it?”
A claw gently traced a horizontal line across his shoulder blades. Then another, slightly diagonal, below that one. The whip lines.
Nicolas flushed with embarrassment. “The… The guild. They blamed me for…”
“My kills?” Ashmedai growled. “Blamed you? Hurt you?Hurt what’s mine.” The growl that rattled out of him was long and deep, pure rage made audible. “Kill them! Kill them all!”
Nicolas’s heart pounded. “You can’t get behind the wall.”
Ashmedai moved as though to climb off the bed and leave for the guild right then. Nicolas flailed behind him, finding a hand and pulling until Ashmedai’s weight blanketed him, their fingers tangling in front of his face.
“Don’t, please don’t. Not right now. Don’t leave me like this.” He couldn’t bear for those marks to be the reason that this thing was ruined between them. He couldn’t stand for Ashmedai to leave him alone right now.
“Hurt you,” he said again, softer but no less menacing. “Hurt you, hurt you, my fault, kill them, promise, all of them.” He punctuated each one with a sloppy kiss to Nicolas’s shoulder.
It was the most he’d ever said at once.
Nicolas closed his eyes and turned his head blindly, finding Ashmedai’s mouth and kissing him deeply. He didn’t stop when his lungs protested or his shoulders ached at the twisted position. They kissed until Ashmedai’s vibrating snarls changed to purrs of contentment, until they were rocking together, Ashmedai’s already slick cock sliding between Nicolas’s cheeks. It didn’t feel like a human’s. It had texture, ridges and bumps. He was wildly curious to see it in decent lighting.
Nicolas finally broke away, panting, to say, “There’s lubricant in the drawer by the?—”
“No,” Ashmedai rumbled. “No need. Only me. Only me in you.”
Nicolas shivered. “Yeah, yeah. Do it.”
Ashmedai shifted onto one elbow. A moment later, Nicolas finally felt skin against his back, hotter than an average human, like he’d brought the heat of Hell with him. His cloak was open, and their bodies were skin to skin for the very first time. Nicolas mewled, writhing against him, like he could somehow nuzzle closer than they already were. Ashmedai mouthed at his shoulder, and during one of his thrusts, the head of his cock notched against Nicolas’s hole.
“Yes,” Nicolas moaned.
“Tight,” Ashmedai breathed.
That made sense. He hadn’t done this in a long time, and Ashmedai only stretched him with his tongue for a few minutes. Maybe he should have mentioned that. A strangled sound escaped him as the head of Ashmedai’s textured cock popped past the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. His cock was as slippery as if they’d generously used the lube. He gripped Ashmedai’s fingers tightly, drawing their joinedhands to his mouth to muffle his moans as that cock sank deeper and deeper, rearranging his insides to make room for Ashmedai. The ridges and bumps hit him in all the right ways, stealing his breath. The cloak covered their bodies like a blanket, and Nicolas reached back with his free hand, gripping Ashmedai’s hip as it drew flush with his own.
Ashmedai was as deep as he could be. Their bodies were joined, and for the first time all day, Nicolas’s mind was quiet. He turned their hands, kissing Ashmedai’s coal black skin.
“Perfect,” Ashmedai purred. “Perfect. Beautiful. My light. Mine.” He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, slow and languid, and Nicolas’s eyes rolled back in his head. The burn faded as soul-deep pleasure took hold with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he slurred. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He lost himself in the slip and slide of Ashmedai’s cock in and out of his body. His own cock leaked where it was trapped between his stomach and the mattress. He didn’t even think about touching himself, didn’t want to rush this moment. He’d never had sex this good before. It rerouted the circuits of his brain. Ashmedai was everywhere. The hook in his heart had opened up an Ashmedai-shaped space, and Nicolas knew without a doubt that he would never be the same. There was no going back from this, no return to the status quo.
