Ivan’s hands swept up his sides. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
Nix narrowed his eyes. “I bet you haven’t.”
He could admit to himself he’d gotten a bit jealous before, as he’d been reminded of Sergei’s silly assertion that Ivan needed a wife and babies.
Nix’sIvan? Please. As if a human companion could ever do for him what Nix could.
It had been funny before, but now that Nix had gotten a taste of what Ivan had to offer him, he wasn’t feeling up for sharing.
Not now. Not ever.
Nix had been serving humanity for centuries—offering up their wants on a silver platter in exchange for tiny morsels of their souls—and now it was his turn to get what he desired.
He was keeping this mess of a human for himself.
Nix gasped as Ivan’s hand sneaked up to twist his nipple. He was glaring up at Nix. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
Nix’s tail whipped around Ivan’s wrist, and he leaned down even closer to hover his mouth over Ivan’s. “I was wondering if you could make me come just from playing with my piercings,” he whispered.
Ivan’s breath was hot against Nix’s lips. “Liar.”
Nix smirked.
But Ivan had a point. That was more than enough thinking. Nix was full of gorgeous human cock, the desire in the room a thick, heady fog, and it was time for another meal.
He set a steady pace, his hands on Ivan’s chest to balance himself, gasping encouragements every time Ivan’s hips met him halfway.
Eventually Ivan seemed to tire of toying with Nix’s piercings by hand alone. He lunged up, tugging Nix’s nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue around the barbell.
Nix leaned back, clasping Ivan’s head to him, his talons digging into his hair. He moaned. “Oh. Ohyes.”
The hand not constrained by Nix’s tail snaked to his lower back, encouraging Nix’s movements as Ivan sucked and licked.
Nix rocked furiously in Ivan’s lap, chasing the buildup of that desire. He could feel it in his own belly, could sense it lighting up Ivan’s form. It was intoxicating. It was everywhere.
Nix wanted all of it. Wanted every bit of Ivan’s pleasure. Wanted to be filled by him once more.
“Again, Ivan,” he ordered, clenching down. “Again.”
Ivan bit down on Nix’s nipple and thrust up into him hard, locking him in place with the arm around his hips, his muscles trembling as he came.
Nix tossed his head back, absorbing the rush, letting it light up all his nerve endings. He was grateful when Ivan sneaked a hand around his cock as he had before, taking Nix over the edge with him. Nix wouldn’t have been able to do it himself—he couldn’t move, frozen by the intensity of the wave taking over them both.
He stayed in Ivan’s lap for a long time, holding Ivan to him, both of them trembling. The back of Ivan’s neck was damp with sweat. Nix loved it. It was such a human thing, proof of how hard Ivan had worked to please them both. Just like the way Ivan was panting, struggling to catch his breath.
Nix stroked his hair soothingly. “How was that? Did I perform my duties well?”
Ivan’s forehead dropped back to Nix’s chest. “Fuck.”
Nix would go ahead and take that as a rave review.
Nix wokeup alone in bed.
He’d actually fallen asleep, hadn’t he? He hadn’t been able to help it, really. He’d been absolutely stuffed, sated with Ivan’s desire.
After riding his human until he’d been a trembling mess, Nix had taken him into the shower and teased him until Ivan had let him suck his cock again.
Ivan had glared at him afterward. “I’m forty years old,” he’d said, aiming for cold dismissal but missing the mark a bit with his kiss-bitten lips and numerous hickeys. “I can’t be fucking you every second of every day.”
