Ivan raised a brow at Nix’s tone but tugged off his shirt. Nix was shameless in his ogling. He’d acquired a beautiful human. He liked that Ivan was a bit older too. It was as if he was…slightly worn in, one could say, in a way that tickled Nix’s fancy. And he had wonderfully well-formed shoulders, with that lovely light dusting of hair on his chest.
Ivan snapped the waistband of Nix’s panties against his skin irritably. “These are in my way.”
Nix disappeared those too, letting his cock fall free. He was already half-hard, both from the sight of Ivan on his knees and the anticipation of what was to come. It was sure to be clumsy. Inept.
But it would be Ivan, and that was enough to have Nix salivating.
Ivan eyed Nix’s cock warily before letting his gaze roam over the rest of Nix, surprising him with his next words. “You’re stunning. You know that, don’t you?”
Nix stroked a finger down Ivan’s cheek. “I do, yes. But I don’t mind hearing you say it.”
Ivan’s lips twitched, and then he went back to staring at Nix’s cock.
“It won’t bite,” Nix teased.
He received a glare for that. “I’m aware,” Ivan said archly, wrapping a strong hand around it. “I like the way you feel,” he murmured. “How hot you are in my hand.” He rubbed his thumb gently across the tip, and Nix hissed at the contact. “How silky your skin is here.”
“And what about my taste?” Nix asked pointedly.
Ivan continued circling his thumb. “I’ve already tasted your cum.”
“Mm.” Nix grinned. “I remember.”
“It was smoky. And sweet. I don’t usually like sweet.”
Usually, Nix noted. “Why don’t you taste it from the source?”
He received another glare for some reason, as if Ivan hadn’t just been reciting an ode to the joys of Nix’s cock. Then Ivan licked a stripe up him, from base to tip.
More blood rushed into Nix’s cock, and he went immediately from half-mast to full. “Mm.” He sighed. “Lovely. Now—”
Whatever instruction he’d been going to give—and who the fuck could remember?—was cut off as Ivan wrapped his lips around Nix’s tip, sucking aggressively.
Nix arched his back, one hand flying to Ivan’s shoulder. “Ohfuck. S-Sensitive there.”
Ivan popped off, licking at his lips. “I know.” He smirked. “Too much for you, demon?”
In answer, Nix cupped the back of Ivan’s head, pulling him back down.
What followed was an aggressive exploration. Ivan sucked Nix down, testing how far he could get, and promptly gagged and popped back up, glaring at Nix’s cock like it had offended him. He tried again and again, ruthlessly persistent until he was deep-throating him, swallowing convulsively around the head of Nix’s cock, spit gathering and dripping from his lips.
He didn’t leave the exploration to Nix’s cock alone. He would pop off every now and then, sticking his face into the crease of Nix’s groin, inhaling deeply while jacking him off with strong, sure strokes. He squeezed and tugged at Nix’s balls, murmuring about the lack of hair.
In all, Nix found himself fighting for his fucking life, toes curling and tail twisting.
He should have expected it, he supposed: the ferocity. Ivan wasn’t one to go about something half-assed. But Nix hadn’t quite expected the rising desire in the air, the way it built and built justthe same as when Ivan fucked him. Like he couldn’t get enough of Nix, even like this.
What a waste that Ivan hadn’t sucked cock until now, with the appetite he had for it.
It was even worse when Ivan found his rhythm, just as aggressive as what had come before, a hand at the base of Nix’s cock while he hollowed his cheeks and sucked like a fucking vortex. Nix could barely move, his hand digging into Ivan’s shoulder and his back in a constant arch, not sure whether to fuck into Ivan’s mouth or away.
He couldn’t even find it in himself to tease. All he could do was gasp and warn, “Coming.”
Ivan let out something remarkably close to a growl in response, but he didn’t let up. Nix practically swallowed his own tongue as he emptied into Ivan’s mouth, head flung back and eyes shutting against his will as the world swirled around him.
“Holy hell,” he muttered when he was able. Ivan let out something that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
When Nix got his strength back, he ran a foot along the impressive erection Ivan was sporting. “Did that turn you on, Vanya?” he asked, aiming for sultry but probably coming out wrecked. “Would you like to come on me, perhaps? You can. Anywhere you like.”
