“If you don’t want to be like I am in bed with you,” Bel corrected himself, “that’s all right. I just want you.”
Nicodemus briefly closed his eyes. That was the closest Bel had come to saying it. “An excess of me?” he prompted, peeking at Bel.
He could see the fire in Bel’s gaze even without his glasses. “Come here.”
He shifted around some more after Nicodemus crawled closer, and grunted when Nicodemus nearly fell on top of him. Nicodemus scrambled back up, putting his hands on the bed frame to stay upright. “You’ll be able to breathe?” Nicodemus asked, whispering for no reason except for their closeness. A shudder went through him at the feel of Bel’s breath.
Bel rested his hands on Nicodemus’ thighs and inhaled before squeezing to urge him on. He left his lips parted. Nicodemus watched them slide over the tip of his cock and whatever foolish, mindless thing he said made Bel’s lips quirk in a smile. Nicodemus stared, barely blinking, marveling at how soft Bel’s mouth was, how soft Bel kept it when Nicodemus would have been straining for more. Then Bel squeezed Nicodemus’ thighs again and Nicodemus remembered to move.
He stretched, fumbling for his glasses so he could better see his cock disappearing into Bel’s mouth. That earned him another fleeting smile, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t push in far, liking Bel’s lips closing around him, the hint of Bel’s tongue. He grasped the bed frame harder and thought, if he hadn’t been close to his rut, he might have kept doing this, teasing himself with Bel’s mouth.
“It’s so good,” he told Bel breathlessly, and moaned to the ceiling when Bel pulled him closer. Nicodemus rocked forward, still not wanting to hurt, but, “Your tongue,” he whispered, ridiculous, but Bel must have liked it. He moved one hand until he found what he was looking for, and pressed, not gently, at a sore place on Nicodemus’ backside.
Nicodemus gasped loud enough to be heard downstairs and fumbled a hand back, slapping it over Bel’s. He suspected he was already bruising around the impression of Bel’s teeth. But if he hadn’t been, that would have done it.
Bel inched back into the pillow, swallowing. “Too much?”
“No.” Nicodemus pushed Bel’s hand, making sure Bel knew it keep it there, then let go. He traced Bel’s mouth, just for a moment, to feel the same wet heat on his fingertips, then licked them to share the taste. Bel groaned. Nicodemus guided his cock back between Bel’s lips. “I don’t think I want to be in charge,” he realized out loud, breathing heavily when the mark on his backside started to throb. “I want you to rest so I can feel you inside of me again. I’ll slick myself up while you’re sleeping, so you can take me as you please.”
He forgot what he was saying. Without his direction, Bel began sucking his cock almost lazily, taking more and then easing Nicodemus’ pliant body away so he could use his tongue at the head, then urging Nicodemus back altogether so he could swallow and catch his breath and mouth at his balls.
Nicodemus only realized he had a handful of Bel’s hair when Bel pushed hard on the bite mark again and Nicodemus tore his hand away to grab the bedframe. His throat felt raw, as if he was still talking, or maybe shouting.
The door was open, he remembered dizzily, and then heard an echo of Alistair telling him he had seen Bel fuck. Bel was not shy. He wouldn’t care if this was overheard or witnessed. But if the others were still downstairs, if Holt was downstairs, they could all stay there. This was for them alone.Belwas for Nicodemus alone.
The door slammed shut.
Bel tightened his grip and hauled Nicodemus in until his nose was pressed to Nicodemus’ skin and Nicodemus’ cock was in his throat. Nicodemus dropped a hand into Bel’s hair, grasping for horns he couldn’t see. He gasped, once, several times, stuttering forward, fucking deep the way Bel wanted him to, and Bel held him there and hurt him for it and swallowed, greedily, when Nicodemus shuddered and came.
Nicodemus slumped over him the moment Bel eased him off, and he slid down until he was sprawled over Bel and he could reach out with his eyes closed to hold Bel’s face and kiss him. He licked his seed from Bel’s mouth and arched into Bel’s hands when Bel ran them over his shoulders. “So fond,” Nicodemus needed him to know this, “I’m so fond of you, Bel.”
The slow, comforting circular motions of Bel’s hands stopped, then, after a moment, resumed. Bel did not comment.
“No, really,” Nicodemus lifted himself up enough to look into Bel’s eyes, pushing his glasses into place as he did. “I would keep your heart in a box by my bed. Although….” He dropped back down, wriggling to get his cheek to Bel’s chest.
“Please don’t put my eye out,” Bel protested mildly, redirecting Nicodemus by one of his horns, then lightly scratching his scalp.
“…I’d rather your heart stay right here,” Nicodemus sighed happily as he continued, Bel’s heart thumping against his ear. “I will tend to it as it pleases me. I will not share.”
“O.K.” Bel said, as if Nicodemus was talking nonsense just because he’d spent and his rut was imminent. “I think you need to rest, too.” Bel wrapped an arm around Nicodemus’ waist and turned onto his side, taking Nicodemus with him. Nicodemus opened his eyes to discover he was now facing the wall, Bel pressed to his back. Bel was partially aroused. Nicodemus opened his mouth to comment on this, but Bel said, “Powerful little lamb,” in a soft voice just above his ear. Then, “Hand me your specs.”
Nicodemus did, and waited until Bel had put his glasses away and come back to him, exhaling in exhaustion, to take Bel’s arm and pull it over him. “You could fuck me.”
“I will. Later.” Bel exhaled again, the sound more pleased than tired. Nicodemus imagined his eyes were closed. After a while, Nicodemus might get too hot to lie here like this, but he also would not care about such things for much longer. He considered the house, hopefully all locked up, but if it wasn’t, Bel was here. And the others all knew. That would be something to trip Nicodemus up later when his mind was clear, but for right now, it meant that they knew, that Alistair would bring food and likely check on them as well. Donovan probably would, too. Eventually, Holt would show up with someone new. Knowing Holt, now that it was too late to intervene, he would wait until Nicodemus’ affliction had passed.
Nicodemus smiled into a pillow that smelled like Bel.
“What did you say in your note to Holt?” he whispered, not certain Bel hadn’t gone to sleep already.
Bel ran his fingertips over Nicodemus’ stomach. “I said his services were no longer required.” It was nearly a purr. But then he stopped his pleasingly ticklish motions. “If you are sure.”
“I am sure.” Nicodemus wriggled some more to make sure he was firmly nestled against Bel, which was quite nice despite being too warm. “Stop asking.”
Bel complained about Nicodemus not listening, but he was the same. He persisted in his warnings. “I will take all that you have to give.”
Heat curled through Nicodemus’ middle, leaving him shivering and biting his lip to hold in a small moan. He found Bel’s hand and clasped it in his, and drew it up to his throat, wanting Bel to splay his fingers over his neck and smiling when Bel did just that. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled in satisfaction before he answered. “I think, rather, that it is the other way around.”
“THAT’Ssome bullshit. Show me again.”
