Page 73 of Inviting Bedlam


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Ivan leaned back and spit a glob of Nix’s cum into his hand, thick and viscous. He hadn’t swallowed all of it, then. “I already know where I want to come,” he said in a voice like gravel before standing and tugging his slacks down with one hand, slicking himself up with Nix’s cum. “Inside you.”

And then he was flipping Nix over and hauling his hips up. Nix barely had a chance to gasp before his cheeks were parted and Ivan was spitting on his hole, one finger sliding in.

The desire in the air was delicious beyond belief, heavy ascoastal fog. Nix had just orgasmed, but he still found himself ravenous for it. “Hurry,” he urged. “You don’t have to—”

Ivan caught his drift, because his finger withdrew, and then he was notching his cock against Nix and slamming in.

Nix keened.

It wasn’t painful, not with his natural lubricant, but there was an intensity to it, to being filled so suddenly. Ivan wasted no time fucking him like he meant it. Fucking him into the mattress, just as Nix had teased. Nix couldn’t even touch himself, too busy drinking in the desperation in Ivan’s thrusts, the way he seemed to be trying to meld their bodies together, one punch of his hips at a time.

“My demon,” he growled, his arms like a cage around Nix’s head, his body heavy over him. “Fuckingmine.”

Nix wanted to agree, but the words were lost somewhere in the high-pitched moans he couldn’t seem to contain.

It wasn’t long after that Ivan’s rhythm faltered, and he slammed in one final time, his whole body shuddering as he emptied into Nix.

“Oh my,” Nix said when he finally could, Ivan’s weight solid against his back. “Did you like sucking me off that much?”

Ivan pulled out with a groan, falling bonelessly onto the bed next to him. “It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve done.”

Nix tutted at him, rolling over so his head was on Ivan’s chest, his hand trailing over the lovely cool skin there. “You’ll hurt my feelings,” he warned.

Ivan tucked a hand behind his head, smirking up at the ceiling. “I liked it. Obviously.”

Nix preened. “I told you I’d make you feel better.”

“Mm.”

“You’re quite ferocious at it, you know. If only your enemies knew what a terror you could be with a cock in your mouth.”

In the answering silence, Nix wondered for a moment if he’d gone too far. Ivan was so testy about business. But there was asteady shaking underneath him and a low rumbling coming from Ivan’s chest.

A laugh.

“You’re such a—” Ivan began, then stopped.

“Such a what?” Nix prompted.

“Such a demon.”

“Mm.” Nix pinched Ivan’s nipple lightly, laughing when he swatted his hand away. “That I am.”

They lay there together. Nix could bring it up now—his desire to stay, his hope for a bond between them. It could be the right time, while they were warm and lax and soft with each other. But odds were that it would tense Ivan right back up, and all the glorious work Nix had just done in smoothing his rough edges would be wasted.

So he propped his chin on his hands, giving Ivan a lecherous grin. “Vanya?”

“Mm?”

“Can I suck yours now too?”

He grinned when Ivan’s softened cock stirred against his hip.

“Jesus.” Ivan rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Give me ten minutes.”

Instead, Nix slid down, inhaling Ivan’s musky scent as he went, and darted his tongue out to dip into Ivan’s navel. “Oh, I think we can do better than that.”

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