Page 35 of Unleashing Mayhem
“Touch me all over,” Matty whispered, tears leaking from his eyes for some reason. “Make me come. Make me—make me yours.”
And then Nightmare was finally kissing him again. Matty sobbed into it, desperate and aching. And Nightmare must have made his teeth blunt again because Matty didn’t cut his tongue, no matter how aggressively he fucked it into Nightmare’s mouth.
He was grateful for the shadows holding him back now. Otherwise, Matty might have tried to climb into Nightmare somehow. Burrow under his skin. He thought that might be the only way to assuage this hunger.
But at least now Nightmare was doing what he’d asked and touching Matty all over. Matty couldn’t tell what were Nightmare’s fingers and what were his shadows, but there was warmth and pressure everywhere, petting his skin and rubbing his tender places.
And then Matty knew exactly where Nightmare’s fingers were because they were brushing against his crease. Matty whimpered into Nightmare’s mouth. Permission. A plea.
Nightmare pulled away, his breathing harsh and jagged. “Has anyone ever touched you here, sweet?”
“No.” Matty pouted. “No one’s touched me anywhere.”
“No wonder you hurt, my sweet summoner.”
Exactly.Exactly. Something warm and slippery rubbed against Matty’s hole—lube or precum or who the hell knew what—and Nightmare’s shadows or maybe his fingers wrapped around Matty’s cock at the same time.
Matty whimpered at the touch.
“Relax, sweet,” Nightmare soothed. “Let me in.”
It was hard to do. Matty was too impatient, too desperate. Nightmare nipped at his chin, then at his neck. He laved Matty’snipples with his hot tongue, his teeth just barely scraping the tender buds, one hand tugging Matty’s leg up and around his hip. “I have you, Matteo. Let go.”
Matty let out a long breath, and Nightmare’s finger slid inside him. It was a strange pressure but also…good. Good because it was his demon, and Matty wanted his demon everywhere. And then good because there was another finger, and a specific spot and—Oh.
Matty arched up, and Nightmare’s hand started pumping his cock with more of that warm, slippery stuff. “There you are, sweet,” he crooned. “Find your pleasure.”
It wasn’t hard to do anymore. Not with Nightmare’s fingers inside him and around him, his shadows kissing Matty’s skin.
But Matty needed himeverywhere, so he lunged up, taking Nightmare’s mouth again. And then Nightmare’s tongue was in his mouth, every bit of Matty consumed, and it was finally perfect.
Matty rocked his hips into Nightmare’s touch and whined and whimpered into his kiss, and then everything broke and spun and shattered, and he was curling up and coming into his demon’s hand, and he was also maybe crying, and it was wonderful and perfect but also too much and scary and—
“Sh, sh, shh,” Nightmare soothed. He’d broken the kiss at some point, and he was pressing his mouth to Matty’s cheek. “I have you.”
He flattened Matty back onto the bed, and Matty could breathe again. He was spent and limp as a noodle, his belly sticky with traces of cum.
Matty nodded to Nightmare’s cock. It looked even bigger than before, and the black veins on it were bulging. “Now you.” When Nightmare only looked at him, Matty begged, “Please.”
“You will stay still,” Nightmare commanded.
“I will,” Matty agreed. Nightmare’s shadows were still at his wrists and ankles anyway, though their touch was more comforting than constricting. “So still.”
Nightmare straightened, standing over Matty again at the foot of the bed. Looming. He started stroking that big cock, and the petals bunched and shifted with each swipe of his hand. More of that gray substance poured out, coating his cock and hand both. Matty was pretty sure that was what Nightmare had used to ease the glide of his fingers inside Matty.
Matty had been boneless and sated just a moment ago, but warmth stirred in his belly again, watching Nightmare. Seeing the way his gaze traveled over every inch of Matty as he stroked himself. Getting himself off to the sight of Matty, naked and vulnerable with his own cum on his belly.
Matty could relate. He liked watching Nightmare just as much. Nightmare was so beautiful. So eerie.
“One day I want to get naked and rub all over you,” Matty told him. “Hump you until I come.”
Nightmare’s hand lost its rhythm for only a moment before starting up again. “You may do with me whatever you wish.”
“Except move right now?”
“Except move right now.”
“You act nice, but really you’re kind of bossy.”
