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“Makeme.”
One second Nathan was grinning up at Sasha, the next his back was pressed up against the headboard and Sasha was drawn in so close that Nathan could feel every bit of the incubus’body touching him somewhere. It was so fucking hot with all their clothes still on.
Sasha’s eyes shimmered but didn’t flash red, so close that Nathan was utterly lost in them. He shivered in anticipation, his back a little sore from however he had ended up against the headboard. While sometimes Nathan craved Sasha’s incubus nature—claws, fangs, red eyes, and glorious wings—there was something so much more carnal about how Sasha roughly began to tear off Nathan’s clothing as just a man.
It wasn’t gentle, the way Nathan’s jacket was just gone, his shirt torn over his head, or his barely undone jeans pushed down his hips, but there was no fear or pain in the wake of Sasha’s pressing fingertips. Any bruises Nathan had in the morning would be cherished marks of honor.
Nathan was barely able to help Sasha undress in kind, too overrun by Sasha’s eagerness and rough hands. He was completely naked against the incubus and all he had managed was to free one arm from Sasha’s jacket.
Looking wild and starved—not to feed, just forNathan—Sasha shrugged the jacket off, knocked Nathan’s shoes to the floor, and began as quickly and haphazardly stripping himself as he had Nathan. Nathan managed to help get Sasha’s jeans half down his hips before finding himself knocked back into the headboard.
Sasha’s hands were everywhere; touching, seeking, his whole body surrounding Nathan like the redhead had him pinned into a corner and was lifting him up for a hard fuck against the wall. It was just like that, even though the pillows were beneath Nathan’s ass and Sasha was on his knees, his jeans still trapping him and impairing his movement. Without stopping his rough memorizing of Nathan’s body, Sasha shimmied his jeans off his hips finally and kicked them to the floor, the shorts having easily slid down with the rest.
The relief was visible on Sasha’s face. He swooped forward and justhadNathan, his arms lifting Nathan up under his knees. For a second Nathan feared Sasha wasn’t going to wait. Aided by pheromones or not that wouldhurt. But Sasha just kissed him hard, moving to his stubbled cheek, and then down his neck where he nipped and licked again with flat, normal teeth.
With the way Sasha was pressed forward, Nathan could feel everything, especially that insistent presence seeking an entrance but not yet claiming it. Their chests were tight, the room hot and sticky around them as their skin became so quickly slick. Nathan knew he was already gasping, trying to stabilize, to offer responding kisses or touches, but Sasha had him absolutely bound and all he could do was accept everything that happened.
The first finger was surprisingly gentle considering Sasha’s urgency, and slick—when had Sasha gotten his hands on lube, Nathan wondered. No single part of the redhead ever slowed down or stopped entirely, not his hips subtly arching up, his hands, or his mouth moving across Nathan’s collarbone. That first finger stretched and pressed and made Nathan’s breath hitch. The second had mewling noises falling from his throat. By the end Nathan was past ready, trying to move but unable to within Sasha’s tight and full-bodied hold. He was pressed between the headboard and Sasha’s firm form. He wasn’t even touching the mattress with how Sasha had him lifted.
Sasha gasped growly and low as he finally began to press inside of Nathan.
Nathan bit his lip, waiting to adjust, waiting for Sasha to move and press him back hard and unyielding against the headboard behind them.
“I love you…” came the words first, accompanied by a slow, steady buck forward. Then again, the same way, “I love you,” with another thrust that was too drawn out for Nathan to bear.It became a chant on trembling lips that finally gave way to just breaths rising and falling along with Nathan’s.
The pace went from languid to fierce quickly, and at one point Nathan’s head snapped back and struck the wall above the headboard. He laughed when Sasha paused at hearing his sudden cursing, moving as best he could to get Sasha to just keep going,don’t stop, oh right the fuck there, don’t you dare stop. It was deep and shuddering and more forceful than they had ever been. And Nathan loved every minute of it.
It wasn’t until he had spilled between their bodies with a great shudder, and soon felt Sasha reach a similarly sharp and satisfying end, that Nathan realized at no point had he felt any semblance of the circuit. Much as Nathan loved the circuit, he grinned when he thought of the reason why.
Sasha was juiced from the energy; he didn’t need to feed. Their dance had been purely about them. It curled Nathan’s toes that much more to know unequivocally that Sasha had been hungry for him, not anything he could gain from him. Symbiotic relationship or not, Sasha wanted only him and that meant something. That mattered.
Eventually clean, exhausted, and lying numb on top of the mattress, Nathan thought he would fall asleep quickly. He was pleasantly surprised when instead Sasha curled up tight against him, clinging to him and holding him, and they started to talk. They talked about nothing, about everything, about things that made them laugh and that sometimes made their voices catch. They talked for hours until they were so tired that their talking fell to contented hums and finally they fell asleep.
“You think…Jim…had as good a time as we did tonight?” Nathan asked just before sleep took him.
“Mmm,” Sasha rumbled beside his ear, all warm skin like velvet, “I hope so.”
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Therewasaballof warmth in Nathan’s stomach that seemed to fill every part of him as he slept. Sasha’s arms around him, Sasha’s even breathing against his neck, Sasha’s too soft skin touching him in more places than should be possible without turning uncomfortable.
Nathan liked the extra warmth. He liked the feeling of being encased, being safe. It was only when that warmth was gone that Nathan actually started to wake up, a cold spot growing behind him that made the glow in his stomach fade too. He was on the edge of waking, just about to open his eyes when he felt some of that heat return. There was pressure on the bed as it shifted with the weight of a second body, the covers lifting to let in cool air for a moment, and then fingers were padding lightly up Nathan’s thigh like tiptoes. He grinned in his half-sleep and something stirred inside of him making that ball of warmth grow hotter again.
“Can’t get enough of me, eh, baby?” Nathan sighed. His breath hitched as those fingers became the whole of one large, soft-skinned hand that gripped his hip and started to move inward. Nathan smiled and rolled more fully onto his back to both allow that hand better access and to look at the person beside him.
He opened his eyes and met the sobering sight of red on black.
“Good morning, Nathan,” Malak smirked.
“Holy fucking Christ!” Nathan sputtered, the actual scream of it getting choked off in his throat. He clutched instinctively at the covers and scrunched his body as far into the other corner of the bed as he could. He would have gotten up but didn’t want to risk losing the sheets.
Malak was spread out comfortably on top of the covers, his previously treacherous and hidden hand slithering back out from underneath them to rest casually beside him. His.He. It was the male version, which for some reason just pissed Nathan off more at the bedroom antics. He was wearing the same black suit and shirt with a red tie, his blond hair neat but not too short, and his eyes that horrible red on black like some demon snake.
“Hmm,” Malak hummed thoughtfully, “not the most accurate description of me,” he said, referring to the ‘holy fuckingChrist’bit, Nathan assumed.
Nathan was all set to throw out some nasty comment when it suddenly hit him that Malak was in bed with him. Which meant Sashawasn’t. He imagined his eyes grew into panicked saucers, the sheets becoming gnarled and tangled in his wringing hands as he fought for words.
“He’s fine,” Malak said with a dismissive roll of his eyes and then nodded to the other side of the room. “In the bathroom. I haven’t touched him, I can assure you.”
