Nix grabbed his tie, tugging until he’d drawn Ivan up from his chair and he was standing between Nix’s legs. His eyes searched Ivan’s face, but Ivan kept his expression blank.
“Demons don’t talk about love, you know,” Nix said after a moment. “It’s all about mating, or soul bonds. But as much as a demon can love, I love you.” He cocked his head. “How does that make you feel?”
“Ill,” Ivan admitted.
Nix grinned, all sharp teeth. “Of course it does.” He pulled Ivan in for a chaste kiss, then swiped his tongue along Ivan’s lips. “I’m sorry I make you sick.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
Ivan dropped his head onto Nix’s shoulder with a groan, his hands grabbing at Nix’s hips. “You’re like a disease. You’ve infected me, and now there’s no getting you out.”
Nix scratched his fingers into Ivan’s hair. “Why, that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Enough,” Ivan growled, half demand, half plea.
It was enough talking. Enough emotions. Enough laying bare his weaknesses for all to see. He certainly couldn’t handle any more teasing. He dug his fingers into Nix’s hips. “Take the clothes off,” he ordered.
Nix huffed a laugh, but he complied, his clothes disappearing in an instant.
But of course he complied. He always knew exactly what to do. Exactly what Ivan needed from him.
And what Ivan needed was this—all that lush lavender skin laid on a platter before him.
Except what was covered by the lace fucking panties Nix refused to get rid of.
Red again.
And—because while Nix always knew what to do, he still loved to torment Ivan anyway—this pair had an opening in them. A very convenient one.
Nix caught him eyeing it and spread his legs wider.
Ivan ran his hands up those spread thighs, fingers dipping toward the swell of Nix’s ass. “All I can think about, at any given time, is touching you,” he murmured, unable to stop himself from confessing his own lunacy. “Touching you. Tasting you. Fucking you. My entire empire could fall apart tomorrow, and all I can think about is you.”
“It won’t fall apart,” Nix told him, the words ending in a gasp as Ivan’s thumb dipped into his hole. “It’ll—it’ll grow stronger.”
Ivan hummed his skepticism, but his focus was already centered on what his thumb was doing. The convenient wetness it found. He dipped it in and out, pressing and circling, listening to Nix’s breathy sighs until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He unbuttoned his pants and lowered them enough to pull his hardened cock out, hitching his hands under Nix’s thighs and sliding him until his ass was half off the desk. He wrapped an arm around Nix’s waist and lined his cock up.
“Yes, Ivan,” Nix purred, arching into his touch, his tail wrapping around Ivan’s forearm. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Ivan pushed in, groaning in relief as he was encased in that infernal heat.
This was what he needed.
What he always needed.
He fucked Nix on his desk in hard, steady strokes. His free hand wandered, grasping Nix’s chin, his cheek, his hair. He felt fevered and strange, torn constantly between claiming Nix’s mouth and lowering his head to watch the obscene sight of his glistening cock leaving Nix’s body, the way Nix’s leaking cock peeked out of his panties.
It was harsh and brutal and rushed, and Nix keened his encouragement, wrapping his legs around Ivan’s waist and pressing into every thrust.
Ivan’s orgasm was quick and vicious, an earthquake from deep within him, and he didn’t pull out when he was done. He was too busy biting at Nix’s neck, mouthing at the silken skin while Nix stroked himself to completion, his talons digging into Ivan’s scalp and his legs still wrapped around Ivan’s hips.
He fed his cum to Ivan afterward, and Ivan took it without question, licking at his fingers and savoring the sweet, smoky taste.
“We’ll bond after the meeting,” Nix told him after swiping his tongue one last time over Ivan’s lips, catching the drops of his release Ivan hadn’t swallowed. “It’s not safe to do it before, not when there’s no telling how the bonding ceremony will take it out of you.”
“Are you commanding?” Ivan asked idly, stroking his hand along Nix’s side, his back, down to the velvety-smooth furred skin of tail. He was all too aware Nix didn’t have to command him to do anything. He’d meant what he’d said about needing the demon.
