His orgasm began building too fast, the feel of Nix around him too much to bear.
“You better not pull out,” Nix whined, seeming to sense Ivan was close. “You better fill me up. I want it all. Every fucking drop, Ivan.”
Ivan wrapped that mane of hair around his fist, baring Nix’s slender neck to his gaze. “Such a needy fucking slut,” he growled.
“Yes, baby,” Nix moaned, like Ivan had just whispered the sweetest of endearments into his pointed ear. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Ivan’s orgasm was merciless, a tsunami crash where all he could do was hold on, wrapped around the demon, his hips shuddering as he emptied every bit of himself inside him.
He bit into Nix’s neck at the end of it, pressing his teeth in as hard as he could and wrapping his hand around Nix’s cock. Ivan didn’t know what he was doing there, but he jerked Nix the way he himself liked it—fast, furious, and just this side of brutal.
It seemed to do the trick. It didn’t take long until Nix was keening once more, spurting that absurdly thick cum over Ivan’s fist.
Good.Good.
They stayed there, standing against the door, Ivan’s panting breaths loud in the quiet room. The mark he’d made on Nix’s neck was already fading.
He had a beautiful neck, Ivan’s demon. He had a beautiful everything—his face, his hair, the lines of his body. As if every part of him was specifically designed to tempt Ivan. Ivan was barely human at this point, drained to the point of exhaustion, and already he wanted him again.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead into Nix’s shoulder. “This isn’t the end of it, is it?”
“No, baby.” Nix turned, and Ivan hissed as the movement forced his softening cock to withdraw from that overwhelming heat. Nix laid a hand on Ivan’s cheek before bringing Ivan’s cum-covered fingers to his mouth with a catlike grin. “This is just the beginning.”
Ivan didn’t knowexactly what dazed state he was in—or what demon magic Nix had worked—that he found himself sometimelater completely nude in the hotel bed with the incubus draped over him.
Ivan was half-hard again already, but he was determined to ignore it. If he started fucking the incubus every time he wanted him, it would set a dangerous precedent.
They’d never leave the bed again.
As it was, Ivan was on his back, the crisp white sheet pulled up low on his hips, while Nix was sprawled on his side, half on Ivan’s chest, toying with Ivan’s chest hair while Ivan idly worried one of Nix’s nipple piercings.
He’d neglected them during their frantic fuck against the door. It was an awful waste, considering Ivan had been wondering how Nix would react to have them pulled almost since he’d first laid eyes on them.
He sighed. “I’m afraid that wasn’t my best effort just now.”
“Really?” Nix said, scratching his talons lightly across Ivan’s chest with a small smirk. “I found it quite satisfying.”
“Not much finesse,” Ivan mused.
That was putting it lightly. He’d been like an animal, really, driving into Nix over and over again without a single thought toward technique.
Nix slid his leg against Ivan’s over the hotel sheet. “Well, there’s a time for finesse and a time for passion, wouldn’t you say?”
Ivan scoffed. “Is that would you’d call it? Passion?”
Nix cocked his head, purple eyes gleaming. “What would you call it?”
“A very specific type of insanity.”
Nix grinned, flopping onto his back with a laugh. “You flatter me, Vanya.”
Flattery hadn’t been Ivan’s intention, but so be it. He let go of Nix’s nipple piercing, trailing his fingers lightly over his chest instead, as Nix had done with his. He paused in the center. “Your tattoo moves when I touch it.”
The red symbol was swirling around the point of contact with Ivan’s finger, like if it could escape Nix’s skin, it would be wrapped around it, much in the same way Nix’s tail was once again wrapped around Ivan’s calf.
“Mm,” Nix hummed. “It’s magic.”
Ivan eyed Nix—the lavender skin, the purple eyes that had been glowing ever since they’d fucked, the curling horns he was somehow avoiding poking Ivan’s eyes out with. “Magic. Of course.”
