Nicodemus shook his head quickly. “Will you? Please?”
They did not move. Nicodemus was sure of it. He still found himself kneeling in the moss, his coat twisted about the shoulders and his shirt torn at the collar, his trousers wide open, his mouth stuffed with Bel’s cock. Bel was also on his knees, one big hand heavy on Nicodemus’ neck, holding him there, on the verge of choking.
He was so very large. It was the Realm or it was not. Nicodemus struggled to breathe and let Bel watch him struggle. He thought Bel enjoyed it, and shivered to be embarrassed and then was thrilled for it again. He took so much he gagged and Bel did not stop him. He firmed his grip, pressed down, and breathed heavily while Nicodemus coughed and swallowed like he’d never had a cock in his mouth before.
Bel was not human, not in a physical sense, and Nicodemus’ wide eyes at the sight of his cock had earned him this. His jaw ached already, his chin was wet, his eyes stung. He was so full he could barely think, and when he looked up, Bel’s unnaturally beautiful, bloodied face was above him, gaze serious and burning as, instead of using Nicodemus, he let Nicodemus lick and suck as much as he liked.
Nicodemus didn’t know if this counted as begging, or even truly sucking cock, since he could not take much. He’d never had the opportunity to do this as much as he wished, and never a cock like this, an obscene, musky weight to make him drool. He slurped and swallowed, vaguely humiliated but still greedy, and Bel said his name, asked, “Do you choke for Holt?” in a way to make Nicodemus hunger even more, said, “Have your fill,” in a growl, and tangled and untangled his hand in Nicodemus’ hair as if he wanted to haul him closer to fuck his mouth but would not do it.
He rubbed Nicodemus’ skin with his thumb, pressing into the stinging kiss and bite marks, then stroking them. Nicodemus turned his gaze up to him, flushed at the sounds he made and how nice it was to be petted.
“I could come in your mouth,” Bel mused, not nice at all, pushing down, just a fraction. “On your face,” he added, squeezing Nicodemus’ neck when Nicodemus surprised himself with a groan. “All over your little horns and in your little curls.”
Nicodemus whimpered and shut his eyes.
“Nicodemus,” Bel drew out the sound of his name, “imagine my spend all over your bruises and shiny on your mouth. I could paint you in front of people. Maybe I would let them use you too, since you seem to want it so badly. Nicodemus, the pet.”
Nicodemus pulled off, swallowing again, and hid his hot face against Bel’s thigh. “Why—” He didn’t know his own voice. “You persist in warning me, but you only give me ideas.” His jaw ached. He was new to this game, to begging in order to give pleasure, but he knew what Bel wanted now. “Wouldyoulike to use me in that way?” He peered upward. “Or have me to yourself? Until I am sore?” He pushed a hand against his cock, breathless. “Please, Bel.”
Bel hauled Nicodemus into his lap with one hand, leaving Nicodemus splayed over his thighs and holding onto his shoulders to stay up. He licked the spittle and the flavor of his cock from Nicodemus’ lips without a hint of distaste but denied Nicodemus a kiss there, tugging on one of Nicodemus’ horns to bring his head up higher, then kissing his throat instead. Nicodemus slid both hands into Bel’s hair as Bel bit out words against his neck, not soft, not quiet. “Is that what your hunger demands? Do I force you?” He waited as a shock went through Nicodemus. His claws pressed, a threat and a promise. “Is that the beast you want?”
Nicodemus’ throat seemed to lock. He shook his head.
“Rough then?” Bel’s rumble could almost have been a purr.
Nicodemus tore away from him only to drop his head to Bel’s shoulder.Hewas soft, quiet. “I want to know that you want me. To feel it.”
Bel took Nicodemus’ hand and pulled it down to his cock and held it there until Nicodemus wrapped his fingers around the shaft, wet from his attentions. “You would feel this.”
Nicodemus shivered in worry and delight. He would feel it so much he would walk like he did after his rut after only one encounter. “Do youwantto force me?” Wanting, much lessarranging, such a thing had never occurred to him before. He slowly stroked the cock in his hand, felt the shudder Bel tried to hide. Bel wanted him willing. Very willing. Vocal and open—no—gaping for him. “Please fuck me, Bel. I’m so…” It was strange to use his mouth now that it was empty. “I’ve waited so long.”
When Bel did not speak, Nicodemus quickly raised his head. “You don’t have to worry. I have…” He fumbled into his coat pocket, surprised he was still in the coat, then grateful it was there when Bel focused on the small tub in his hand. “I went out tonight to….” Bel knew why he’d gone out. “I was prepared,” Nicodemus said anyway, weak but quivering with excitement.
The fire of Bel’s gaze came back to him.
“I came here for you,” Nicodemus admitted both to appease Bel’s jealousy and to stoke it. “You said I smelled of lilac. It was for you.” He breathed harder but held still as Bel pulled up his shirt. Claws clicked against Nicodemus’ suspenders before they were released with a snap. Bel swiped his tongue over Nicodemus’ fluttering pulse point, then seized him by the hips and shoved his trousers down.
Bel ran a claw over Nicodemus’ stretched mouth while Nicodemus stared at him dizzily.
“You will have to take care of yourself, lamb.” Bel pressed in for a moment, sharp and painful, making his point.
Nicodemus surprised himself with a pout. “I don’t want to wait.”
He thought, resentfully, that the Realm should take care of this for him, but then that he would not know how to even begin to ask for such a thing. He also thought that Beldidknow, but he had that realization with his face hidden against Bel’s chest and his slippery fingers pushing inward while Bel held him on his lap and watched over his shoulder, holding Nicodemus open in a way that should have made Nicodemus squirm, thatdidmake him squirm.
Bel liked to watch him. He wanted to touch and fuck and taste, but he enjoyed this. Watching, listening, telling Nicodemus to be patient in his mocking voice when he knew that Nicodemus wanted him desperately and the teasing was like lightning to his nerves. Nicodemus gasped for him and imagined himself spread out in Bel’s bed, though he did not know what Bel’s bed looked like. He thought it would smell like Bel and the mattress would be giving, but the bedding would lack flounces or delicate touches. He thought it would have a sturdy frame for him to hold to while Bel touched him and watched him writhe and beg. He wanted…oh, he wanted that, too.
“Bel,” he whispered, possibly over and over again while he eased himself open on his fingers. Bel ate up every sound, and licked the sweat from his brow, and ordered him to take more.
Nicodemus pressed in deeper when Bel’s hands tightened and Bel’s breath was fast against his neck. Nicodemus was half-hard, as he often was when penetrated, but his legs were shaky from straddling the monstrous width of Bel’s thighs and he could not seem to speak above a whisper. It took him a long time to manage more than the single word.
“Bel,” he whined, “Bel, please.” When all the while, Bel called himLambandNicodemusand growled at him until Nicodemus’ wrist ached and his concoction had started to drip down his thighs. He wondered if time had stopped, or if he had been fingering himself for hours while splayed on Bel’s lap.
It was like the path, Nicodemus thought distantly, and would have glared at Bel if he had felt like glaring. Nicodemus could end this whenever he wished. He pleaded instead. “I want more than my own fingers,” he objected, slow and sulky, and yet could have preened when Bel laughed. “Don’t be mean,” he panted anyway. “I want you.”
“You wanted a monster,” Bel said, voice carrying, and tipped his head up. “But I can give you that.”
The ground shook beneath them. Nicodemus skittered backwards onto his ass as Bel got to his feet and began to peel off his clothes, beginning with his boots and his coat, ending with just his shirt, which fluttered to the ground, forgotten, as Nicodemus stared up at all of him.
