“Please, don’t let me distract you,” Viv said, and Sasha smiled up at the ceiling as Micah went back to biting him.
Sasha fell into a haze of lust and pain, with Micah crawling over him, biting him, using his nails and scratching. It was even better than the cane, because Micah was warm on top of him, all lean muscles and his hard, wet cock dragging against Sasha’s skin as Micah bit Sasha’s chest, his arms, the sensitive part of his inner arm that reallywasone of the most painful places.
“I bite him there a lot,” Viv was saying. “It drives him crazy.”
It was doing both with Micah, too—Sasha was thrashing so much he almost bucked Micah off the bed, and Micah made the sexiest growling sound and tossed his hair—tossed his hair—in a way that was somehow primal and hot, forcing Sasha down with his hands on Sasha’s shoulders.
“Stop that. Stay still. Let me hear how much it hurts,” Micah said, voice dark, and Sasha had to squeeze his eyes shut so he didn’t come. He was under enough from the pain that getting off without permission was almost unthinkable, but also, hewantedMicah to make him come.
He wanted Micah to fuck him, either like this, with that gorgeous wild-eyed stare, or with Sasha on his hands and knees so Micah could rake his back with his nails while he made Sasha come on his cock.
For now, though, he gave Micah what he wanted, crying out when Micah bit his way across Sasha’s chest to his other arm, so hard that the skindidbreak, and Sasha’s shout was loud enough to echo in the cave as he kicked his heels against the bed.
Viv must have come again—hell, maybe two or three more times. Sasha was losing track. The only thing he could concentrate on was the pain.
Micah patted his face, and Sasha dragged his eyes open, too far gone to smile or quip.
“Good job, Micah,” Viv said warmly. “You put him under.”
Micah was looking at him like Sasha hung the moon, which was great but weird, since Micah had done all the wonderful, painful, gorgeous work. “You’re so beautiful,” Micah said, and yeah, he was probably in top space, the way his breathing was fast and his eyes overbright. “I’ve never— It’s so beautiful. What pain does to you. I did this to you. And you like it so much.”
Before Sasha could think about replying, Micah leaned down and kissed him.
For all the pain that came before it, the kiss was one of the sweetest Sasha could remember. He let his eyes close, fell under completely, and kissed him back.
* * *
Micah had never felt this way before. The closest he’d come was when he finished a complicated design, the moment of satisfaction when it all came together under his touch. Except it was that moment extended, a buzzing in his mind and under his skin. He ran his fingers over a mark he’d made with his teeth on Sasha’s arm, and Sasha shivered. Micah had done that.
“I want to fuck you,” he said. He wanted more than that, though. He wanted to keep Sasha like this forever, to never go back to the woods where his old kiln lay in a heap of ashes, to stay here and cook breakfast and make tea and build a moving chair for Viv. He wanted everything, and for this brief, lovely time, he could imagine it was possible.
“Yeah,” Sasha said, and the dreaminess in his voice made Micah think he was under. He wriggled, canting up his hips. “Please. Make me feel it, yeah?”
Micah pressed a hand to Sasha’s belly, holding him down, and turned to look at Viv. She had her hand under the front of her gown, which was folded up around her hips in a waterfall of soft fabric, and she was smiling at them both with a fondness that made Micah’s chest ache. “Is there something I can use?”
“Aw, no,” Sasha said. “I don’t need—”
Micah shot Sasha a look, and he went quiet, which made Micah’s dominance flare even hotter than it already had.
“Bottle in that bag over there,” Viv said, gesturing. “I can show you how.”
“I know.” Micah hurried to the bag hanging up on a hook by the door, reluctant to give up touching Sasha even for a moment. “I’ll make him a toy, I think. Like I used to make for myself.”
“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot, I’m going to die.”
“No, you aren’t,” Viv said, as Sasha whined. “Hush.”
Micah would have blushed if he weren’t riding the crest of his dominance, which felt like a physical pull, now, like the magic that Viv talked about drawing from her core. He found the bottle and brought it to Sasha, who parted his legs eagerly, gaze fixed on Micah. His cock was hard, flushed, and Micah resisted the urge to slap it—he’d try that next time.
Next time. Yes. There would be one. Hopefully.
Micah got onto the bed and moved Sasha the way he wanted, not bothering to give him orders. Sasha seemed to like the manhandling, though, and when Micah trailed a finger over his hole, Sasha made a soft, needy sound.
“I had several toys.” He probably didn’t have to work Sasha open too much, but this was his first time fucking someone else, so he wanted to do it right. Oil slipped onto the sheets, and Sasha groaned as Micah pressed a finger inside. “Glass. Treated wood. The glass one had ridges. Took me six tries to find the pattern I liked.”
“I’ll build you a glass oven,” Sasha said, and Micah smiled.
“Should probably make a bigger one for you. How much is enough, Viv?”
