Ashmedai licked into his mouth and pushed his shirt up under his arms. “Gladly, my light.”
First, he stood, pressing down on Nicolas’s shoulders to indicate he should stay on the bed as he was. Then he grabbed the post of the bed and slid it into the middle of the floor, turning it sideways so it was parallel with the mirrored wall. Nicolas raised up on his elbows to look around the room at the new angle, and he broke into a smile when Ashmedai crawled back onto the bed with him, laying back and inviting him on top of him once more.
Ashmedai shed their clothes piece by piece, slapping Nicolas’s hands away every time he tried to help.
Nicolas wanted to be claimed, owned, taken so thoroughly that there was no space left for his grief, and Ashmedai was happy to deliver. When the last of their clothes were tossed away, he forcefully rolled Nicolas onto his stomach, pried his cheeks apart, and licked into him with his long tongue. A stuttered moan escaped Nicolas, and then he was pushing his hips back to meet the slick thrusts ofAshmedai’s tongue, the narrower tip sinking deeper and deeper inside as Nicolas’s body loosened.
“Oh God,” Nicolas groaned as Ashmedai sealed his lips around his entrance, his tongue deep inside his tight channel. “Oh God, it’s been too long. I’m gonna come.”
Ashmedai hummed in approval, slipping a hand between Nicolas’s legs to wrap around his hard length. His other hand went to his sac, tugging and teasing. A slow shudder rolled down Nicolas’s spine, and his hips bucked as he came across the bedsheets, his hands twisting in the fabric. Ashmedai eased him through it, stroking tenderly through the aftershocks until Nicolas was spent and lax.
When he removed his tongue, Nicolas’s hole fluttered with need. Ashmedai took his time working his way up Nicolas’s body, kissing and sucking and licking. Everywhere he went, he left marks behind. Teeth-shaped scrapes and divots, smeared hickeys, claw pricks. By the time he reached the back of his neck, Nicolas was panting, squirming beneath him.
“Fuck me, Ash,” he pleaded, turning his head in search of a kiss.
It would take nothing to enter him. Ashmedai’s cock was extended and leaking, dripping into Nicolas’s crack, and his hole was softened and ready for him. But he waited, rutting against Nicolas to tease them both, draw it out.
When Nicolas was fully hard and begging, he finally notched his cock against his entrance and pressed inside. Nicolas rolled his hips back, his spine arching beautifully as he tried to take Ashmedai deeper. But Ashmedai pressed his hips down with one hand, growling in disapproval. His other hand flattened between Nicolas’s shoulder blades, pinning him to thebed.
“Ash—”
“Mine,” he growled in Nicolas’s ear. He pulled out and slammed back in, and Nicolas’s wanton cry filled the air. “Mine to fuck. To hold. To taste. Mine to do with as I please.” Every statement was punctuated with a thrust, his cock tunneling inside Nicolas’s tight body.
“Yes, yes,” Nicolas sobbed.
“Mine to own,” Ashmedai went on, grabbed Nicolas’s jaw and turning his head so their eyes met in the mirror. Their bodies made for a beautiful sight, Nicolas sprawled beneath him, arching up as much as he could to meet Ashmedai’s pistoning hips. “Mine to keep. Mine to have. Forever.Forever.”
“Yes, yes, forever,” Nicolas moaned. “Please, God, harder.”
Ashmedai chuckled at the notion of begging God for a demon to fuck him harder. He leaned forward, grinding in deep, and rumbled, “Not God, my light.”
Nicolas’s eyes popped open, and he grinned. “It’s just a—” he stopped with a gasp when Ashmedai circled his hips, “—habit,oh, do that again.”
Ashmedai obeyed, nibbling Nicolas’s ear as he did. “Saymyname, not God.”
“Oh, Ash,” Nicolas moaned readily, angling his head back for a sloppy kiss. “Please, Ash, please, harder. I’m so close.”
Ashmedai pounded into him as hard as he thought Nicolas’s fragile human body could handle. The wet slap of skin filled the air. Nicolas’s hands twisted in the sheet, muscles quivering as he neared his climax. His hole tightened, seeming to suck Ashmedai in deeper, and then he came with an explosive cry, writhing as it washed over him, his cock untouched and trapped between his body and the mattress.
Ashmedai slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop. With every slow drag through his channel, Nicolas shivered, his muscles jerking involuntarily. He pressed his mouth against Ashmedai’s forearm, damp breaths warming his skin. Ashmedai watched his eyes roll back in his head. His face was flushed prettily, hair gleaming with sweat in the moonlight.
“Ash, please,” he mewled. “I can’t—I can’t take any more.” But even as he spoke, he angled his head back to seek Ashmedai’s mouth.
Ashmedai chuckled, meeting his lips. “I think you can.”
Nicolas moaned pitifully. “‘M so tired, Ash.”
“I know, my light. Lay your head down and close your eyes. Let your mind drift and feel only me.”
He obeyed, letting his head drop to the bed and closing his eyes. “I love you.”
“And I you.”
Ashmedai lost track of time, not chasing his release but languidly trailing after it, knowing he would reach it when he was meant to. Nicolas’s fingers tangled with his, and his quiet moans were the only thing that broke the silence for a while, his face slack with pleasure. Ashmedai’s other hand scritched through his messy curls while he mouthed absentminded kisses across Nicolas’s neck and shoulders, anywhere within easy reach.
After some time, Nicolas’s moans took on a more desperate pitch, deep and needy, as his cock hardened once again. He didn’t open his eyes but canted his hips back to invite harder thrusts. Ashmedai slipped a hand under his body to take his cum-slick cock in hand and widened his thrusts, filling the air with the slap of skin once more. Nicolas’s shoulder blades were flushed now, too. Ashmedaiworried at the blood-warmed skin with his teeth as his climax neared.
“Ash, oh please, I’m so close, please just a little more,” Nicolas said mindlessly, his body as tight as a bowstring.
