It was so easy to break his concentration.
Sofun.
When West needed a distraction from his problems, he went to the gym and threw some punches. He’d work himself into exhaustion, until his mind was no longer able to process complex information, and whatever had bugged him before could no longer cling to him. Seemed like Nix was the same, even if he needed a different type of workout to get him there.
“I’m not great with words,” West said. “But I know how to fuck.”
“I have,” he sucked in a sharp breath, “…no idea what you’re trying to say right now.”
“Perfect.”
“West.”
“Ready to come again?” He clicked his tongue before bending to suck at one Nix’s already abused nipples. Sure enough, the man hissed beneath him at the contact, and West chuckled. “You taste salty, babe.”
“That’s,” Nix sucked in a sharp breath, “disgusting.”
“Why? It’s just you.” He made a big show of flattening his tongue and licking across his chest. “I could honestly eat you for days.”
“No.” He tried to be firm, but the word came out broken and weak as Nix’s body trembled.
Why was he so fucking cute?
“They’ll be back soon,” Nix tried to deter him. “You promised we wouldn’t tell.”
West pounded in deep and nipped at his collarbone. “That’s true.”
The thing Nixie didn’t seem to believe was that West truly did want to punish Lake just as much as he did. Due to shock, there was a very good chance Nix had yet to fully comprehend what the claiming mark truly meant for him and his future. For all of their futures.
Although…the irritation West had initially felt when he’d first seen the mark had admittedly abated.
This forever?
“We may have a problem, Nixie,” West confessed, practically breathing the words against the curve of his ear before he nibbled at his ear lobe. His teeth were so close to the unmarked spot on Nix’s tender neck…He could do it. He could place his canines right there and puncture skin. Get a real taste of the hot man writhing underneath him.
But then Nix said his name again, almost imploringly, and he ended up sighing and pulling away.
West may be a Demon, but he was developing a soft spot for Phoenix, and there was little doubt in his mind that he would completely and totally break him if he submitted him to yet another bite this soon.
Hell, poor guy had to be traumatized already with the way Lake had mistreated him.
“Come for me, babe,” West ordered. “Cream for me.”
Nix’s nose scrunched up. “That’s—”
West delivered short but deep thrusts in rapid succession, effectively cutting off Nix’s sentence before he could call him disgusting yet again. He watched closely as the other man's eyes rolled back, knowing that was a sign he was close to blowing another load.
Sure enough, a second later, Nix cried out, screaming West’s name as he came around him, his muscles clenching tightly on West’s cock as he continued to pump in and out of him.
Nix's hands moved, wrapping around West’s neck, and his nails dug into the rise of his shoulders.
The orgasm hit him, his balls tightening then releasing as he emptied into Nix’s warm heat. He filled him up, keeping him plugged as the two of them shook and gasped through it, turned on by the knowledge that Nix could feel him everywhere.
When it was finally over, West peeled himself off of Nix, frowning when he noticed he’d passed out at some point. It was tempting to wake him, but he decided to give him some rest instead. He really hadn’t intended to take things this far, let alone fuck him more than once. Even though he’d tried to go easy on him because of the wound on his neck, West had only managed to hold back so much.
Easing off of him, West took the opportunity to take Nix in, eyes roaming from head to toe. There weren’t nearly as many love bites as he would have liked, but there was always next time. His gaze lingered on the spot between Nix’s legs, at his spent dick which was still red at the tip, and the wet spots smeared all over his lower abs and inner thighs.
If he flipped him over, he’d find Nix’s hole puffy and blown from having roughly taken his cock four times in a row…West shook his head and got up, heading for the bathroom.