Page 41 of Sidhe
They were grinding like teenagers, over the clothes, and Nathan was almost positive he would explode, implode, maybe both any given minute.
“F-Fuck…” he said, bucking up into Sasha as the incubus thrust down into him, needing more friction, not getting enoughfriction, but damn did it feel good. “I’m gonna come…right in my jeans, right the fuck now…if you don’t take ‘em offa me.”
Sasha’s mouth latched onto Nathan’s neck, close beneath his right ear, the fangs piercing just slightly, and when the incubus laughed, it rumbled down into Nathan’s chest. “Better remedy that then.”
Soft hands were at Nathan’s waist in moments, cool skin against how impossibly hot his own skin had become. It meant Sasha had to pull away slightly if he was going to remove Nathan of his pants, but Nathan was so strained inside the denim he couldn’t care. He moaned up at the ceiling at the relief when his fly was finally open, and his hips bucked up from the couch.
“So what do ya think, Nate?” Sasha asked, kissing Nathan’s cheek, then his neck, then down his chest right on top of theflannel until finally he kissed Nathan below his navel and began to tug his jeans and shorts down his thighs. “There are three other seals staying here tonight. If one of them happened to come in here about now…” He didn’t finish the thought but his grin was devilish.
“Well, if they said anything about wanting to join in, I think I might have a problem with that,” Nathan said. “But honestly? It certainly wouldn’t stop me if that’s what you’re asking.” He arched his hips off the couch, this time to better allow Sasha to pull his jeans all the way off.
Nathan waited for the right moment, and as soon as Sasha sat up on his knees to toss the bundle of jeans and boxers to the floor, he tugged Sasha’s sleep pants off as well.
“Have to keep us even,” he said.
As if to prove just how much he really didn’t mind, Sasha shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants, leaving them kicked back behind him at the other end of the large couch.
Nathan reached up toward Sasha’s neck to pull the incubus back down, coiling his ankles right where they had been before around Sasha’s waist. The first moment of hotter, sweeter friction struck like a flash bomb and Nathan moaned into Sasha’s shoulder as soon as their hips aligned. Right at that moment, he opened his eyes to see the back of the couch and everything went cold.
Over Sasha’s shoulder, Nathan met gazes with the chimera he had completely forgotten was supposed to be sleeping, her large blue-grey eyes staring at how he and Sasha were so intimately met.
“Uhh…” Nathan tried to push at Sasha’s shoulders, “baby…umm…” he was definitely disturbed now, “is she…Wally…” really fucking disturbed, “…is she watching us?”
Sasha went rigid for a moment, processed what Nathan had said, then looked down at Nathan completely bemused. Heglanced over his shoulder and obviously saw that the bundle of fluff was staring right at them with fierce interest, but he was still grinning when he turned back to Nathan.
“So?” He shook his head, chuckling. “What’s the big deal?”
Nathan braced his hands on Sasha’s chest to keep him away. “Dude. She’s like a kid. Way more a kid than a cat. It’s gotta be like…some form of child endangerment or something to let her watch us fuck.”
Sasha laughed. Then he realized Nathan wasn’t at all kidding and very quickly pulled on a pout. “Nathan, it’s Wally. She’s an animal. I know she’s smart but—”
“She can understand everything I say,” Nathan broke in, unable to keep his eyes from darting to where Wally was still just sitting on the back of the couch staring at them. “She’s not some normal animal. She totally knows what we’re doing and she’swatching. Wally, come on!” he called to the chimera, waving a hand at her. “Go find a cozy bed to sleep in, huh? Go find Alex, or Jim, or anyone, just…knock it off with the skeevy peeping.”
Sasha snorted.
Wally, head tilting slightly as she regarded Nathan, gave another one of her curious little chirps and stayed put.
“Sonuvabitch,” Nathan grumbled, letting his head fall back to the arm of the couch.
“I’ll shoo her away,” Sasha said.
“Well don’t be mean about it,” Nathan rose to Wally’s defense, because after all his whole point was that she wasn’t some animal, she was…family. She wasn’t just a cat they could push off the couch.
Sasha sighed, fitting himself back on top of Nathan right where they were most tightly met, their cocks twitching between them. “Nathan…” Sasha said all breathy and damp, close to Nathan’s lips, “either I push her off and she’s pissed for a while, or you forget about it and let her watch. Coz option numberthree?” Sasha punctuated that by grinding down hard enough to make Nathan bite back another moan. “Sonot happening.”
“I guess it…couldn’t scar her too badly…” Nathan found himself giving in, even though his eyes strayed to Wally again and…why did she look so damn interested in what they were doing?
“Nathan,” Sasha said firmly, grabbing Nathan by the chin and forcing him to look up.
“Sorry, just…keep me focused on you, and I swear,” Nathan promised, gently reaching up to grasp Sasha’s hand on his face, “I’m all yours. No distractions. No interruptions. No fallout from any of the bullshit in our lives, just…you and me.” He matched Sasha’s previous buck with one of his own.
Sasha dipped down to kiss Nathan’s lips slow and sweet. “Good. Coz you said ‘hilt-deep’ and damn does that sound like just what I need tonight.” His smile was devious again. He started a series of slow thrusts, their cocks still aligned and sliding tightly together.
It was almost too dry, too rough, all the wetness still gathered mostly at their tips, but then Sasha’s hand was down there, wet from his tongue, making everything slick. Nathan’s neck arched up, his back arched too, totally rounding him as his head pressed back hard into the armrest of the couch.
“Gotta get you…warmed up again first,” Sasha said in a growly voice, his eyes flashing red and his fangs visible in his smile. It was Nathan’s favorite fetish, those small incubus traces slipping out because of how crazy he made Sasha.
One of Sasha’s hands was braced on Nathan’s chest, hitching up his layered shirts while Sasha’s other hand helped things along below, bringing Nathan right back to that place where he really couldn’t care if a second pair of eyes were on him.
