Page 10 of Changeling
“What do you mean?”
“Well…it’s the Gatehouse. Fae can’t use powers here. But if you feed…won’t you get blasted across the room just as we’re getting to the good part?”
Sasha laughed. “We’re safe, Nathan. The Gatehouse wards only prevent hostile powers. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to hold a glamour in here. As long as you’re willing…there won’t be any interruptions.”
Nathan nodded. Willing wasn’t a problem.
Sasha smiled, licked his lips, and started to shift a knee between Nathan’s legs.
Bells went off in Nathan’s head immediately. He hadn’t really thought about positions while under the ministrations of an incubus’ lips and tongue, but now it had been made quite clear that Sasha planned to switch things up from last time. That was only…fair, Nathan told himself. He had just never donethatbefore.
“Okay, so just so you know,” Nathan found himself saying in an awful panicked voice, “girls have…played around down there and everything, and I’ve always enjoyed it, but...that's not the same as what you’re planning.”
“No,” Sasha said slowly, his eyes heavy lidded. “Definitely not the same. Just relax, Nathan. You trust me, right?” He situated himself between Nathan’s legs and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Nathan told himself to calm down.Just calm down, this is Sasha.“Yeah. I trust you.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
Sasha reached over the side of the bed for his bag, which Nathan now realized had been strategically placed, and came back with a small bottle. Nathan stared at it for a moment as if he didn’t know what it was, though of course he did, and was thankful for its presence.
“Just because I don’t really need any for myself doesn’t mean I don’t keep some with me,” Sasha said. He maintained his calm, sweet smile as he poured some of the smooth liquid into his palm.
It was familiar at first—a coaxing finger, slippery and gently stretching him. Nathan wasn’t lying when he said he liked the way that felt when a girl did it. He knew there were lots of nerves in there, knew there obviously had to be a reason why gay men enjoyed what they did and why women allowed men to have sexwith them that way too. Sasha had sure seemed to enjoy it. It didn’t have to be scary. It wasn’tscary. It felt good. It was just the damn machismo telling Nathan that he was a man, damn it, and no one was allowed to do this!
“Relax,” Sasha said again, more than likely reading Nathan’s anxiety like an open book. “There’s no such thing as bad sex with an incubus, ya know,” he added teasingly.
Nathan had to smile. He didn’t doubt that. And, the more he relaxed, the better it felt, those sensitive nerves being touched and pressed and stretched. Sasha knew what he was doing, to the point where Nathan barely even realized when there were two fingers instead of one until he arched unconsciously to bring Sasha in deeper. Nathan was still so hard, unsatisfied, and his body tingled from over sensation. He had to wonder if Sasha was helping things along at all with pheromones. Nathan couldn’t say he’d mind all that much.
Moans were spilling from Nathan’s throat before he knew what was happening. It frightened him a little how each stroke of Sasha’s fingers along that certain curve inside of him pulled such obscene noises from his throat, sending warm pulses of pleasure throughout his body and straight to his groin. But he wasn’t about to let fear stop him now, not when he already longed for the finale.
“Sasha…” Nathan mewled, the same way he remembered Sasha pleading with him. “Just...damn it, baby,please.”
“Nathan…do you know what hearing you say that does to me?” Sasha breathed, staring hungrily down at Nathan’s body and then back up into his eyes.
Nathan nodded. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it was that he had said ‘please’ or that he had just called Sasha ‘baby’, but he’d gladly say both again. He wanted to watch Sasha’s expression, wanted to lose himself in how Sasha lost himself in him.
There was a slight sting at the difference in pressure when Sasha finally positioned himself and began to push in, but he was careful, slow, and the relief and ecstasy on Sasha’s face was enough to make Nathan forget about pain anywhere on his body. He just wished he could pull Sasha closer.
Remembering how good it had felt the other way around, Nathan lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sasha’s back as the incubus started thrusting. Some glorious place inside of Nathan was struck and he saw stars for a minute, unable to do anything but moan into Sasha’s movements.
Nathan pressed a hand to Sasha’s chest, feeling the grooves of Sasha’s faint scar, such a near match to Nathan’s mark, and the only imperfection on the incubus’ body. Nathan snickered to himself as he remembered there was one other imperfection. He slid his hand to Sasha’s smooth ass, just barely able to feel where the tiny clover tattoo was carved into Sasha’s cheek.
Another thrust and Nathan moaned far too loudly to be decent. It felt amazing to be connected this way—surreal. Nathan wasn’t feeling any pain at all anymore, which actually gave him pause. Sex always felt good but this was…different. Not just the sensation itself since Nathan had never been in this position before, but because of something else. Something so unique and intense that Nathan recognized it immediately.
“You…you’re doing something to me…” Nathan gasped.
“I thought that was…obvious,” Sasha replied with a grin, lips trembling as he hovered over Nathan, careful not to pull too close and meet their chests together.
“No,” Nathan shook his head, “cheating,” he finished, one hand tight on Sasha’s shoulder while the other pointed accusingly in Sasha’s face.
Sasha bit his lip like a guilty child. “It’s not really cheating if it’s my nature. I didn’t want to…scare you before. I wanted the first time to be normal. But I don’t want to hold back with you,Nathan. I always hold back with others, I’ve had to…but not with you. I want you to feel this. What I feel. Everything you make me feel. I want you to know. I want you to be a part of this with me.”
The circuit, Nathan thought. Sasha wasn’t just feeding from Nathan and being particularly skillful in the fucking department, he was channeling the feeding back to Nathan, opening the circuit for Nathan to feel too. It had brought Nathan to his knees once before, but this was so different. He was in the circuit at the same time as he was feeling it bounced back to him, literally feeling Sasha’s hands, Sasha’s thrusts, Sasha’s loving kiss pressed into his forehead, but also feeling waves of pleasure in a way only Sasha could feel.
Sasha didn’t have to pretend with him. Sasha didn’t have to hold back. It was so all-consuming, growing within Nathan as their climaxes built upon each other, that there was nothing but constant pure sexual energy traveling through him and making him ache for more.
His hips moved up toward Sasha’s, his heels digging into Sasha’s back just as Sasha had done to him, pulling them more deeply together. Sasha’s kisses felt like fire, his hands blazing over Nathan’s body, and the heat between them where their bodies connected—fuck. It was almost too much. Nathan was moaning and gasping every other second, lost in the whole thing.
