“That is… significantly different than human anatomy,” he said breathlessly, and Ashmedai chuckled. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Ashmedai breathed. “Very sensitive—inside.” He sucked in a sharp breath as Nicolas’s fingers dragged down the underside of his cock all the way to the base, then grabbed Nicolas’s hand and tugged it away with a quiet groan.
Nicolas brought it to his mouth, blinking his eyes open to meet Ashmedai’s in the darkness as he sucked the fluid from his fingers. It was earthy and sweet, so unlike the salty flavor he’d come to expect from human men.
Ashmedai growled, pushing Nicolas onto his stomach, grabbing his wrists and rolling on top of him. His cock slid between Nicolas’s cheeks, getting him sloppy and slick. Nicolas wondered if the amount of fluid produced was determined by how turned on Ashmedai was. He mouthed at Nicolas’s shoulder blades, rutting against him until they were both dripping with it.
“Need prep,” Ashmedai said. “Right?”
Nicolas gulped, his mouth dry. Flushing all over, he said, “Actually, you’re—really wet. Just go slow, and I think you’ll fit.” He wanted to feel Ashmedai inside himrightnow.
Ashmedai leaned over him. “Are you sure?”
Nicolas sucked down a quivering breath. “Yeah. I need you right now. I don’t want to wait.”
Ashmedai guided his head to turn further and kissed him, urging his mouth open to make room for his long, sinful tongue. When they parted, he said, “Need you, too.” He paused, then asked, “Regret it? Pushing me away?”
The crushing misery returned with a vengeance. Nicolas reached back, fitting a hand over Ashmedai’s hip and pulling until their bodies were flush, Ashmedai’s wet cock nestled between his cheeks. “I do. I did, the minute you left. I felt terrible. I haven’t been able to sleep. It doesn’t just feel like guilt for hurting you—which I do feel, don’t get me wrong. But this feels worse. Like you’d… planted roots in me, and I’d cut them off, and they’d started to wither. Like I was missing something I wasn’t meant to live without.” His eyes burned, and he told himself the darkness would hide it. “It scares the shit out of me to need you this way.”
Ashmedai hummed. “I feel the same, my light.”
“So,” Nicolas cleared his throat, then reached between their bodies to guide Ashmedai’s cock to his entrance, “don’t make me wait any longer.”
Ashmedai angled his hips just so, and Nicolas waited with bated breath. The slow press of Ashmedai’s cock into his body drove every worry from his mind. His eyes rolled back as the fat head sank past the ring of muscle, and a shudder of bone-melting pleasure moved through him as Ashmedai sank deeper and deeper.
When he was rooted deep, Ashmedai shifted his knees to the outside of Nicolas’s legs and his feet laying over the inside of his calves, pinning his legs exactly how he wanted them. One hand stroked up and down his side, and Nicolasturned his head, blinking up at Ashmedai through the blissed-out haze.
“Mine,” Ashmedai growled, fingers curling around Nicolas’s head. The word had never sounded so good.
He didn’t thrust, circling his hips instead, like the idea of pulling out even for a moment was too much. The deep grind of his cock hit Nicolas in all the right ways, squeezing his own trapped cock against the mattress. Nicolas arched his back, rocking back as well as he could. He wanted Ashmedai deeper, wanted their bodies to merge into one so he could carry him with him and never be separated.
He lost track of time. Nothing else mattered but the burning pleasure as they moved together. Ashmedai’s arms were around him, his chest against Nicolas’s shoulder blades, his warm breath in his ear. Finally, the loneliness was gone. His hollow heart was full.
Nicolas wished it could last forever, but his body had other ideas. Sleep-deprived, sore, and needy, his climax reached him hard and entirely too fast. His face landed in the mattress as he groaned, bucking hard as he spilled between his stomach and the bed, unable to reach a hand down to help himself over the edge. He didn’t really need it, and it felt right this way, aided only by the gliding thrust of Ashmedai’s cock to get him through it.
Ashmedai came inside him with a purring growl, mouthing at the curve of his shoulder like he knew he shouldn’t leave a mark. When his hips stilled, Nicolas reached back, grasping his thigh and holding him in place. He didn’t want him to move away yet. Not now that he finally had him again. Ashmedai made that purring sound again, like that pleased him. He rolled them, keeping his cock nestled inside Nicolas but turning their bodies so he was nolonger laying on top of him. His hands swept up and down Nicolas’s body, and Nicolas never wanted to move again.
“I thought it would be better to do this alone,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I thought it would help me sell the lies I have to tell during the day. Instead I’ve just made us both miserable.”
Ashmedai’s tongue flicked against the side of his neck. “You won’t see me.”
Nicolas’s stomach jolted, but Ashmedai went on before he could figure out what to say.
“During the day, you lie. I’ll stay away. At night, I’ll join you. Like this. You won’t see me. You could be dreaming. Who can say?”
Nicolas blew out a harsh breath. They would both know the truth, but he could tell himself whatever lie he needed to get him through the day. “You’d do that?”
“Until you find them. And then…” Firm, claw-tipped fingers grabbed his jaw and turned his head so their eyes could meet. “And then you leave. You’re mine. They don’t keep you.”
“No, they don’t keep me,” Nicolas agreed breathlessly. He didn’t have the first clue about how they’d make this work, but it was obvious after the last couple of weeks that neither of them could handle being apart. “I just don’t…”
“What?”
“I don’t know anything about relationships. I take it you don’t either, since you’ve never been to Earth before. I just don’t know how to do this.”
Those orange eyes disappeared and reappeared in rapid succession. It took Nicolas a moment to realize Ashmedai wasblinkingat him.
“I don’t understand,” Ashmedai said.
