Page 86 of A Suitable Stray


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“But differently from you. I should like to watch Orin make you give way some time. I want to know the effort it takes to make you submit to him.”

“You don’t require effort?” Ah, of course, he didn’t. “You choose to,” Tiiran realized.

“Yes.” Nikoly stared at Tiiran as if Tiiran was as pretty as Nikoly was. “And I don’t like the idea of being humiliated or embarrassed in that way. But you do—for Orin only.” He didn’t let Tiiran squirm away. “But you can tell me what you want, or tell me to be still and take what you give me. Or let me do as I’ve been doing, if that’s all you want.”

“Pushing me around as you please but in a more subtle way than Orin?” Tiiran didn’t scoff, but it was close.

Nikoly widened his eyes. “You think I was subtle?”

Tiiran surged forward to kiss him and shut him up, but froze just as their lips touched. “I can kiss you now?”

Nikoly tipped his face up, bringing their mouths together again with an impatient sigh. Tiiran meant to offer something slow, to linger at kissing the way Nikoly must like because it was howhekissed, but Nikoly’s lips parted and he gave way to Tiiran’s clumsy force with a full-body shiver that meant his cock brushed against Tiiran. The feel of it, on its way to fully hard, had Tiiran licking his way into that mouth, tasting Nikoly’s soft moans and wanting more of them. Nikoly found Tiiran’s hand beneath the blanket and pulled it up to the base of his throat, near the markings.

Tiiran tore himself from Nikoly’s mouth to pant at Nikoly’s collarbone. The markings were against his lips, so he tasted them, using his tongue until Nikoly’s put a hand in his hair. Then he kissed them, sucking carefully when Nikoly gasped and held him tighter.

“It will show tomorrow,” Tiiran warned him breathlessly, sucking another kiss higher up, on thinner skin, with his leg sliding between Nikoly’s so he could feel Nikoly react.

“Please.” Nikoly begged sweetly for so little. Hegave way, as he called it, for barely anything compared to what Tiiran went through. Tiiran moved to suck another kiss at his shoulder before coming back up to Nikoly’s mouth. He could do nothing but kiss that mouth for hours and Nikoly would nearly shake himself to pieces with wanting but never stop him.

Tiiran curled his fingers over the markings, the ink within his skin that said,Use me, and the bruises from Tiiran’s mouth that said,Use me, Tiiran.

He pushed.

On his back, Nikoly blinked up at him, dazed and bright, flushed hot, his cock against his stomach pointing to where there should have been a bit of jewelry.

Tiiran straddled Nikoly’s thighs slowly, vaguely aware that he was still wearing his underclothes but hardly about to look away from Nikoly to bother with them. He leaned down, putting one hand on the bed and leaving the other below Nikoly’s throat. Nikoly’s arms fell to his sides. He stared at Tiiran, pleased and beautiful, and tipped his head back as if to offer himself that much more.

Tiiran was small, a soft librarian with a sore ass. If Nikoly didn’t want to be beneath him, he didn’t have to be.

“Happy brown at first,” Nikoly remarked, “but deeper purple the longer you stare. So much desire for me.” His obvious pleasure at this only made him more alluring. “Whatever you want to do with me, you don’t have to do it all tonight. A few hours or days is not what I want from you.”

In the rules of ducklings who gave way, the ducklings got what they wanted. They were selfish, Orin had said, and that he liked that about them.

“I enjoyed seeing the tears in your eyes earlier,” Tiiran revealed, then sucked in a breath. “Did you cry when you got those markings?”

“Yes,” Nikoly answered easily. “And I grew hard.”

Tiiran pushed down, pinning the shameless sunflower to the bed. “And were exquisite? Crushed berries on buttered toast?”

Nikoly briefly closed his eyes. “The next time I’m being marked, you could be there. If you wanted.”

“To help you when you get hard?” Tiiran distracted himself with his own question and had a hand around Nikoly’s cock before he knew he intended to. Nikoly’s eyes fluttered open. He kept his hands flat on the bed.

“I like it when you touch me,” Tiiran revealed, stroking the cock that had been given over to him while watching Nikoly react. “I like that you lie beneath me like this too, and let me do as I please. But I like when you touch me.”

“Do you want me to touch you now?” Nikoly’s hips twitched, only slightly, but enough to feel. Nikoly tried to stop himself, Tiiran could tell from his glance away and how still he got, only to inch up again when Tiiran left off stroking him and explored just the head of his cock instead.

“No,” Tiiran decided aloud, marveling at himself for tormenting Nikoly but not enough to stop doing it. “But keep showing me what you like.”

He leaned down and kissed Nikoly’s waiting mouth, sliding his other hand to the bed and then slowly sinking to feel Nikoly’s naked body against his skin. Nikoly kept his hands at his sides but Tiiran reached for them anyway, pushing them up by Nikoly’s head to hold them there while he kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him. Until Nikoly was moaning and his eyes were shut, and when Tiiran pulled away, he frowned but held himself still.

Tiiran released Nikoly’s hands, fascinated at how Nikoly kept them where Tiiran had put them without any visible struggle or even another frown. Nikoly did shiver and move his head as if hoping for another kiss but only gasped and shuddered when Tiiran went for the side of his throat instead. His cock remained stiff, pressed hot to Tiiran’s stomach until Tiiran wriggled down to inspect Nikoly’s unadorned nipples.

Those got a kiss too, each of them, and then, because Nikoly’s hips began twitching upward almost immediately for those kisses, Tiiran tried a suck. First one, then the other, before continuing on to Nikoly’s navel, also sadly bare.

“Why did you take them out?” he wondered, gravel in his voice as he came back up to lick and rub Nikoly’s nipples, and to make certain Nikoly hadn’t moved his hands. “Thank you,” Tiiran told him between licks, with a shudder of his own when Nikoly inched his thighs apart.

That was an invitation, or so it felt to Tiiran. He also felt that he had no idea how to tup Nikoly properly, if that was what Nikoly was asking for.