Page 96 of Map of Pain
But as pleasure built, something restless stirred in Nick’s chest. This was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want to lie there and be pleasured—he wanted to please Luka as well, even if the thought terrified him.
Nick’s hand tugged more insistently at Luka’s hair, pulling him up until they were face to face again. Luka didn’t resist, concern flickering across his features.
“That was... it, um, that was...”Nick’s voice cracked, and he had to stop and swallow hard.“Amazing. But I don’t...”He gestured between them.“I don’t want this to just be... you know. About making me...”
He trailed off, his face burning with embarrassment at his inability to finish a coherent sentence.
Luka tilted his head.
Nick’s face burned as he struggled to find words.“Do what you...”He stopped, frustrated, then pointed to Luka, then gestured at himself.“What you would... if I wasn’t...”
He took Luka’s hand and pressed it against his body, trying to convey through touch what he couldn’t say:Do what you would do if I wasn’t so fucking broken.
Luka went very still, searching Nick’s face. Then he leaned down and whispered against Nick’s ear, his damaged voicebarelyaudible:“You sure?”
The fact that Luka had pushed words through his scarred throat for the question made Nick’s chest tight with emotion.“I’m sure.”
Luka pulled back to study his face one more time, then something shifted in his expression. The careful control he’d been maintaining began to slip away, and Nick watched in fascination as his human appearance gave way to something more primal.
His sclera swirled black, and when he smiled, Nick caught a glimpse of fangs, sharp and dangerous, but somehow not frightening.
The shift in Luka’s touch was instant and electric. His hands moved with newfound confidence, nolongerholding back. His fingers dragged down Nick’s chest, his nails biting into the skin just enough to sting, leaving faint red lines that made Nick buck beneath him with a low curse.
Luka’s mouth followed, and this time, he wasn’t as gentle. His lips and teeth worked Nick’s skin, biting with blunt teeth and sucking hard enough to mark, drawing sharp gasps that seemed to spur him on.
When Luka’s grip on his hip tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, Nick realized something new about himself. That possessive, almost dangerous edge to Luka’s touch felt freeing.
Luka’s hands took control, rough but calculated, guiding Nick where he wanted him. He maneuvered Nick onto his knees with firm but unhurried strength, shedding his own clothes in a blurof motion that left him bare and aroused. When Nick found himself face-to-face with Luka’s hard cock—thick and veined, flushed with need—he looked up into those black and green eyes and felt his breath catch at the raw, predatory hunger staring back at him.
He took Luka into his mouthtentativelyat first, lips stretching around the girth as his tongue traced the smooth, salty skin. Luka’s fingers threaded into Nick’s hair, not pulling but guiding with subtle pressure, encouraging him to take more. Nick obliged, hollowing his cheeks and sucking with growing confidence, feeling the throb of Luka’s slow pulse against his tongue as he bobbed his head in a steady rhythm. Pre-cum beaded on the tip, and Nick lapped it up, savoring the musky flavor while Luka’s hips twitched with restrained thrusts, his growls vibrating through them both. This was what Luka had been bottling up, Nick realized. This desperate, primal need that went way beyond just getting off.
Luka hauled him up into a bruising kiss, messy and demanding as fangs grazed Nick’s lower lip without breaking the skin, tongues tangling in a slick, heated battle—and Nick felt a wild and reckless energy inside him, matching Luka’s intensity.
When Luka’s hand slid along his inner thigh, fingers trailing higher with clear intent, Nick’s breath caught for a different reason. Desire and need tangled with a sharp spike of fear as those fingers crept closer to a place that felt both thrilling and terrifying all at once. Fingertips brushed against his entrance, the touch so light it wasbarelythere, circling the tight ring of muscle with feather-soft strokes, Nick’s whole body locked up, caught between raw sensation and echoes of past fear.
Luka stopped, those dark eyes pinning Nick’s gaze, reading every twitch of his expression. His other hand came up to cup Nick’s jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek in a silent question.
Nick’s fingers knotted into Luka’s hair, holding tight but not pulling—not yet. He grounded himself in that connection, his breath shaky as he gave a small, trembling nod. He wanted this. He just needed to know Luka would stop if it was too much.
Nick caught a quick flash of a small bottle of lube before Luka’s focus snapped back to him. That small act of preparation—making sure this wouldn’t hurt—hit Nick hard, a wave of emotion tightening his chest even as raw anticipation twisted in his gut.
The first touch was careful, slick fingers circling his entrance with a teasing slowness that made Nick’s breath come in ragged bursts. Luka applied gentle pressure, one finger easing past the tight resistance with deliberate care, sliding in knuckle-deep as Nick’s body clenchedinstinctivelyaround the intrusion. The stretch burned at first, a strange fullness that bordered on discomfort, but Luka paused, letting him adjust, his free hand stroking Nick’s thigh in soothing patterns. Then, with a slow curl of his finger, Luka brushed against that sensitive spot inside, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through Nick’s core. His body was caught in a tug-of-war between wanting to push into the sensation—chasing that electric heat—and shying away from it.
“W-wait—”he choked out, his voice sharp with tension as he felt the familiar switch in his thighs that signaled a desire to curl up.
Luka paused, his other hand sliding to Nick’s hip, rubbing slow, grounding circles into the skin. That unwavering patience, the way he didn’t push even an inch, gave Nick the space he needed to breathe through it before he nodded at Luka to continue. As the initial weirdness morphed into something deeper, Nick started playing with their signals. His fingers traced a slow circle on Luka’s scalp when the rhythm felt good, tuggedlightlywhen he needed more. Luka read himperfectly,adjusting without a word, the slick glide easing the burn into a building heat that made Nick’s insides quiver, a deep ache transforming into ripples of pleasure that echoed through his pelvis and up his spine.
When Luka added a second finger and curled them just right, hitting that spot inside him with precise, deliberate strokes, Nick damn near lost it. His toes curled as a raw, broken noise tore from his throat as pleasure blazed through him, radiating from his prostate in white-hot waves that made his cock twitch and leak against his stomach, his balls tightening with urgent need and his whole body thrumming like a live wire.
“Fuck, oh God—”Nick gasped, yanking harder at Luka’s hair, signaling ‘more’ as his hips rocked on their own, chasing Luka’s fingers deeper into his ass.“That’s... fuck…please, Luka, please don’t stop.”The sensation was intoxicating—the dual fingers filling him, stretching his walls with a delicious friction that sent sparks dancing along his nerves, his pulse pounding in his ears as sweat beaded on his skin.
The shift was total—awkward newness burned away by pure, desperate want, every shred of doubt replaced by a hunger Nick hadn’t felt in forever, if ever, his body alive with a fire that pooled low in his belly and made his limbs heavy with desire.
Luka’s mouth dropped to Nick’s throat, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin with a desire that made Nick’s pulse race, always steering clear of the scar on his neck unless Nick nudged him there. His lips dragged up to Nick’s jaw, over his cheekbones, kissing every inch of his face with the same fierce focus he’d given the rest of him—tongue laving wet trails, teeth grazing without breaking skin. Each press of lips sent shivers racing down Nick’s spine, his throat tightening with the heat of it, skin tingling where Luka’s cool breath ghosted over damp marks.
When Nick’s tugs at his hair turned frantic, Luka threw him for a loop by slowing down instead. The sudden drag of those fingers, the teasing pace—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with agonizing deliberation—had Nick whimpering like a fucking mess, his hips jerkinguselesslyas he tried to get more friction against that aching, clenching heat. Frustration built in his core, a coiling tension that made his muscles flutter around the intrusion, his cock aching with neglected need.
Luka leaned in close, his rough, ruined voice growling against Nick’s ear, pushed to the limit as the words scraped out,“Want... to fuck you.”
