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Sasha’s eyes glittered wildly from above Nathan, but still with control, withenoughcontrol, Nathan hoped, as the incubus lifted up a small bottle. It was warming oil. Great for lube when they needed it, and Nathan was entirely put at ease to see Sasha holding it now.
“Never hurt you, Nathan,” Sasha promised, climbing on top of Nathan again to kiss the back of his neck. “Gotta give me a bit more leverage though, huh?” he said, his free hand ghostingdown Nathan’s side to his hips where he pulled up to coax Nathan to move.
Nathan got up onto his knees, leaning forward on his elbows. He wasn’t even remotely prepared, however, when Sasha decided to fuck him with his tongue first, and he released a very unmanly yelp.
“Shhh…” Sasha hushed from over Nathan’s rounded back, “Solrin will hear us.”
That was a slightly sobering thought.
Then Sasha’s tongue was right there again and Nathan had to clamp his jaw closed to keep from yelping. It was all wet heat slipping inside of him, teasing him right on the edge of where it really felt good. Nathan would be begging before long, and soon was—begging with each little thrust of Sasha’s talented tongue.
And right when he was about to cry out for all his tries to stay silent, Sasha pulled away, the sound of the cap on the oil flicking open alerting Nathan that they were moving on. Nathan couldn’t resist peering over his shoulder to watch Sasha coat himself with the oil, running his hand languidly over the black designs of his markings.
Sasha looked up, caught Nathan watching him, and grinned. He poured a little more oil onto his hands, his fingers glistening, and went to work stretching Nathan with those slick fingers. They rarely bothered with lube if Nathan was on top, but in this position with Sasha using the oil…damn, it just opened Nathan right up, made every push of Sasha’s fingers seem deeper than usual.
“Baby,” Nathan pleaded, pushing back on those fingers that were working surprisingly gentle within him, especially considering the skin was a little rougher, halfway turned into claws.
“Say it, Nate,” Sasha rumbled above him.
Nathan grinned into the mattress, the pillow long ago tossed aside. “Please,” was all he needed to say, all Sasha wanted to hear before the incubus pressed in, slow, agonizingly slow, but deep as he could get. He grabbed Nathan’s hips with both hands, the bottle of oil lost, and pulled Nathan back against him with one firm thrust.
Nathan bit back a cry, Sasha hitting that marvelous bundle of nerves and pulling back for another go. Then another. His hands ever firm on Nathan’s hips to make the connection go deeper every time. There was no more room for slow, Nathan didn’t want slow, he wantedrough, wantedhard, wanted feel it in your gutdeep.
He may have asked for it, he couldn’t be sure, but regardless, Sasha listened, thrust so hard behind him that Nathan had to press his hands to the headboard or he was going to push right through the wall.
“Nathan,” Sasha gasped, like a benediction, a holy prayer just by saying Nathan’s name. Sasha wouldn’t last much longer, but Nathan was going out of his mind, unable to give himself any personal reprieve since his hands were braced against the headboard.
“Need you to touch me, baby,” he gasped, hips jerking with every motion of Sasha behind him. “Gonna fucking explode if you don’t.”
A pleased growl responded; Sasha never could get enough of Nathanasking. He pulled Nathan up slightly, more flush against him, one hand steady on Nathan’s hips while the other snaked around Nathan’s body.
Sasha’s hand was still wet from the oil, slick and hot and so tight around him. Nathan moaned as he pushed back, sheathing Sasha deeper within him and overloading on so many sensations. Then, just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Sasha sent the circuit surging through him in waves.
“Sa…Sasha…” But it was too much, ten times more powerful than the first time Sasha had fed Nathan the circuit when it nearly overloaded him. Nathan started shaking, choking, so charged with sexual energy that it felt like he was…
Shit.
“Sasha,” he forced out, falling forward and clutching at the headboard for some kind of support. “Gotta…pull back. Taking too—!” Nathan cringed, feeling beyond overwhelmed like he might pass out, terrified for a moment that he would and wouldn’t ever wake up, leaving Sasha to deal with the aftermath.
Then it was gone, dulled back to bearable and absolutely epic for how hot it was. Sasha’s thrusts and pulls and the circuit were all perfect. It was as if that flash of fear and dread had never happened. Nathan had to wonder if it had or if he had merely imagined it, spending one brief moment back in the Veil.
He thought, fleetingly, that he could hear Malak laughing at him.
“Nathan?” Sasha said questioningly, sounding more stable, saner as he fed from Nathan and regained his strength. “What’s…wrong?”
“I’m…fucking ready to burst, is what,” Nathan gasped. “Don’t stop now.” He pushed back on Sasha harder, reached up to grab the top of the headboard for support, and rode out that marvelous friction.
Nathan came first, sudden and hot over Sasha’s hand. He collapsed forward and Sasha spilled on his back moments later, the sudden heat making Nathan twitch contentedly. He would not be moving again until they got up, no way, which he hoped was a while from now since he couldn’t see the clock.
Sasha, refreshed and almost back to normal, grabbed a towel to wipe them both off, letting it drop off the bed to be dealt with later. He snuggled in tight to Nathan then, cradling him against his side. Nathan was beyond spent. A little more sleep was all heneeded to be back to normal though, and Sasha would be much better off after feeding. Best of all, Nathan felt like Sasha had fucked the remains of Malak right out of him, and for that he was grateful.
“You okay?” Sasha whispered after they had lain there a few moments, both trembling and sticky with sweat.
“Right as rain, babe,” Nathan said. “Right as fucking rain.”
And for now, at that moment, it was nothing but the truth.
Chapter 18
