Page 40 of Golden Eagle

Nik pulled back just long enough to see the rapidly-pinkening hickey he’d left – smiling in satisfaction – then shifted down.

Only to pause again. To look.

They’d lived together for nearly a century; had seen each other in every state of undress; in illness, in his own case, in drunkenness and low blood sugar stupors.

But to look at him now, openly, to know that he could kiss, and touch him – that Sashawantedthat – was a revelation. It was like seeing him for the first time; his light musculature, and his sharp hipbones, and the little trail of platinum hair leading down from his belly button.

Nikita wanted to eat him alive.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, and ducked his head to put his mouth on Sasha’s chest before he could respond.

He knew the taste of his skin; its scent of wolf and pine needles and Siberian snow. He laid an open, panting kiss over his heart, the wild beat of it, and let Sasha feel the faint hint of the fangs he couldn’t retract. Shifted over, and drew a pebbled nipple into his mouth.

Sasha whined, belly hollowing beneath Nik’s palm as he sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, that’s–”

Nikita sucked, and the words broke off into another whine.

He kept moving, dropping kisses, nipping here and there, just under Sasha’s ribs, loving the little whines and moans they drew from him.

His own nerves melted away. When he reached to unbutton Sasha’s jeans, he saw that his hands weren’t shaking. It was with surety and gentleness that he tugged the jeans down his hips, and took Sasha’s cock in his hand.

Just that simple touch had Sasha’s head kicking back, his mouth open, a growl building in his chest as he arched up off the bed. Unselfconscious, responsive – he was beautiful. He always was, but like this, trusting Nik…it filled Nik with a fresh, warm surge of love. A tenderness that ached.

“Alright, hold still a second, baby, and I’ll try to keep my fangs out of the way. Then he leaned down and took Sasha in his mouth.

Sasha did hold still, mostly, but he let out a hoarse shout, and his hands flew to Nik’s head.

Nik took him slow at first, shallow, relearning how to do this. Later, next time, he’d really draw it out, tease with his tongue and pull out all the tricks. But for now, he knew Sasha wouldn’t last, not his first time, not when he was already panting and babbling in Russian.

Nik opened his throat and took him deeper, curling his tongue and sucking lightly. Sasha’s hands slid down to the back of his neck, and Nik felt the prick of inhuman claws.

“Nik, Nik, I can’t – I’m going to–”

Nikita hummed.

Sasha came with a snarl that melted quickly into low, hurt whimpers. Nikita gentled him through it, swallowing, until he felt the claws at his neck draw blood. He drew off slow, and thumbed a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth, surveying the aftermath.

Sasha waswrecked. Flushed pink all over, glazed with sweat, hair tangled like he’d been pulling at it; gaze heavy-lidded and dazed.

Nikita sucked his thumb clean and felt a smile steal across his face, one so wide it tweaked his already-sore jaw. Warmth flooded his chest, and to his surprise, he realized it waspride. “Was that alright?” he asked, aiming for mild, probably ruining it with his stupid smile.

“You’re horrible,” Sasha said in Russian. Then laughed, and, in English, opening shaky arms: “Come here. And be naked, please.”

What anexcellentidea.

Nikita stood and stripped without ceremony, dropping his clothes on the floor, watching Sasha gather the strength to kick off his boots and the jeans still bunched around his thighs.

“You’re making a mess,” Sasha said, nodding toward the pile of clothes Nikita had left on the rug.

“Nope. That was you,” Nikita said, still grinning like an idiot, climbing back on the bed and into Sasha’s arms.

Sasha enfolded him immediately; he seemed to want Nik to lie mostly on top of him, one hand petting over the marks he’d left at the back of Nik’s neck, the other arm snug around his waist. He closed his eyes and tipped their foreheads together, humming contentedly. “I liked that,” he murmured.

Nikita leaned in a fraction closer, just because he could, just because he wanted to, and brushed their noses together. “I’m glad. I did, too.”

Sasha’s voice was sleepy. Sated. “I like when you call mebaby.”

“Mm.”

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