But he wasn’t a good man, so he didn’t. Instead he pushed Took down on the narrow cot, his lean body sprawled over the thin mattress and old sheets and his long legs dangled over the bottom of it. His feet were braced against the floor, and his trousers were already slung low around his hips.
A twinge of duty reminded Madoc that they didn’t have time for this, but he paid it off with a promise of quick and dirty. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his trousers down to his thighs. His cock rose eagerly toward his stomach, already thick and swollen with blood. He gave it a quick stroke with one hand as he looked down at Took.
He looked well fucked already, his eyes heavy with satiation and his lower lip dimpled where his fangs were still extended. Blood stained his lips, and his cock was swollen as he dragged his own hand down the length of it. It would be heavy in Madoc’s mouth, broad enough that his fangs would scrape the sides and spill blood before he spilled his seed. Or that bloody mouth would be wrapped around Madoc’s cock, the scrape of razor-sharp fangs a dangerous bit of foreplay.
Lust dried Madoc’s mouth out as he swallowed the knot of hunger wedged in his throat. There were a lot of things he wanted to do to Took, or with him, but quick and dirty. He wanted to be done before the pilot came to hammer on the door. As cardinal, he could have killed anyone who caught him in a compromising position, but Agent Madoc would just have to deal with the fact that someone had seen him pull out of Took’s ass so he could drag his trousers up.
Although the idea it would get back to West was not… without appeal.
“Turn over,” Madoc said.
Took gave his cock one last stroke, his fingers slick with come, and rolled over. His ass was lean and tight with muscle, a faded tattoo tucked into the crease of his thigh. He tucked one knee under him to raise his hips up off the bed.
“Not yet,” Madoc said as he pressed his hand down into the small of Took’s back.
He bit down on his tongue until the skin split, and chewed on the wound to fill his mouth with blood. Under his hand, Took squirmed on the bed to rub his cock against the rough cotton bedding. Madoc pulled the tight, still tanned cheeks apart with both hands, and Took swore under his breath as he clenched his hands in the sheets. The backs of Took’s thighs clenched as Madoc squeezed the taut globes of his ass in his fingers.
“Please,” Took groaned as he twisted on the bed. His trousers were still caught around his thighs, so he couldn’t spread them far, but he tried. “Madoc, God, please?”
There had been times Madoc had kept a lover on the sweet edge of orgasm until they begged him to come. He’d been there himself, and pride had kept the word caught behind his teeth until his lover had given in and fucked him anyhow.
No one had ever been desperate enough for him to beg before he even started. Madoc was surprised at the jolt of lust it delivered down his spine to his ass. He did as he was asked and pressed a bloody kiss to Took’s asshole. He licked his way around the tight ring of muscle and then pushed his tongue inside, the passage slicked with spit and blood.
Took swore raggedly at Madoc as he writhed under him, caught between the rough scrape of cotton and wool against his tender cock or the slick tongue at work inside his ass.
“Fuck,” he suddenly choked out. “It’s… is it meant to be… I don’t know. Hot?”
Madoc smirked as he leaned back. He skimmed one last kiss over the now slippery, still-tight hole before he crawled up onto the bed. “There’s a reason humans find us addictive,” he said as he sprawled over Took’s back, his painfully hard cock pressed against the crease of Took’s ass. Each restless twitch of Took’s lean hips flicked back along Madoc’s tender nerves to clench in the sweet spot between his balls and his ass. He pressed a kiss to the nape of Took’s neck and breathed in the scent of him. “After this, whatever we are, I won’t let you go again. You don’t have to be my lover, or even my friend, but I won’t just let you crawl away again.”
Took reached back and grabbed Madoc’s neck to pull him down for a kiss. “That’s not your call,” he said between their lips. “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”
Bastard.
Madoc chewed the kiss onto Took’s lips as he reached down to grab his cock. He guided the head of it to Took’s slick hole and pushed. The muscle stretched around him, still tight, and the glaze of his own blood was a chaser of afterthought pleasure down his cock. Took’s ass tightened around him, and the long play of muscle from his hips to his shoulders clenched as he pushed into him.
“Shit,” Took rasped out. He bit his lower lip and pressed his face into the fold of his arm. “I think your cock is bigger than mine too.”
The snort of laughter escaped Madoc. “You hadn’t noticed before?” he asked as he grabbed Took’s hip, fingers hooked around the jut of bone. He thrust his hips forward in slow, measured strokes, his cock buried deeper each time. “You spent enough time with it in your mouth.”
Took pushed back against him and lifted his hips off the bed to meet Madoc’s downward thrust.
“Shut up,” he grumbled. “It’s just… been a while.”
Madoc finally buried himself inside Took. The tight squeeze of muscle around his cock made his hips ache to thrust, but he held still as he lowered himself down so he sprawled along the tight length of Took’s back.
“It was a few days ago,” he said as he worked his hand under Took’s hip to the hard jut of his cock. “If it was that forgettable, maybe I have to try harder.”
Took choked on whatever he’d been going to say as Madoc squeezed the base of his cock hard. His ass tightened around Madoc’s cock, and he pushed back against him. Madoc let him squirm for a second, pleasure tight as a bruise in his balls, and then shoved him back down onto the bed. His cock slid deeper inside, and Took rasped out something that might have been meant to be “fuck” but never got that far.
Madoc tightened his grip on Took’s cock as he pulled back, the air chill around the base of his cock before he thrust back in. As he slid home, it drove Took’s hips down into the bed, his cock wrung between Madoc’s fist and the hard mattress. The cot rattled and groaned under them as they fucked, a broken spring hard under Madoc’s knee as he braced himself for a better angle.
It worked. His cock nudged against the smooth bump of Took’s prostate with each slow thrust. Took made a strangled sound and then again as Madoc chewed bloodlessly along his neck. He came between Madoc’s fingers with a wet spill of sticky fluid, and Madoc pulled out. He twisted his sticky hand down the length of his cock in two quick, impatient jerks and came over Took’s back and hip. Come dripped down to smear over the faded tattoo under Took’s balls.
He rolled off and sprawled out on the bed, trousers still caught around his thighs. There were a lot of things he should do, but instead he lay and wondered what to say.
“I was afraid you’d done it,” Took said. “I don’t think I really believed it.”
“Sophistry,” Madoc pointed out. He still took Took’s hand and wove their fingers together. It was a small memory to stash away, but he liked it. Sometimes, when he had to be the cardinal and let the smoke have him, small memories were all you had to anchor who you wanted to be. “It doesn’t matter.”
