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Nix brought his hands up to his chest and carefully rolled the pads of his forefingers over his perk buds. They were sensitive already and he startled, only for the Demon to laugh at him.

“I told you,” he said, “I worked you good while you were out.”

Had he sucked him off here as well?

Nix risked a glance down, inhaling sharply when he noticed the purplish splotches on and around both areola. Hickies? Where else—He slapped a palm to the side of his neck, recalling West’s earlier comment about having started there.

“Yejun would be proud,” West drawled in self-satisfaction. “The artwork I left on you is a masterpiece—Nipples, Nixie. Don’t make me repeat myself or I’ll keep you here all day. Actually,” he tipped his head, “maybe you’d like that. Imagine Lake walking in on us later tonight, you reduced to a puddle of come, sweat, and tears. Wanna see how long it’ll take for us to drench his bedding straight down to the mattress?”

He vehemently shook his head, because no, no he really, really didn’t.

Nix covered his chest and tugged at his nipples, his legs opening wider at the contact as that sent jolts throughout his entire body. His dick twitched and gushed some more, and before long, he was thrusting lightly up into the air, grinding his ass down against the silky comforter.

“Beg for my mouth, Nixie.”

“Please,” he didn’t even think to hesitate, the desperation clawing at his insides. “Please, West, touch me.”

“If you can take four of my fingers, I’ll let you come, deal?”

Nix hadn’t been prepped enough for that, but even knowing it would sting, he found himself nodding his head. “Yes. Yes, please.”

West shifted on his knees and then brought his right hand to Nix’s entrance, his other circled around the base of his dick, tightening around him in a makeshift cock ring as he drove those fingers into Nix’s body with one hard shove.

He screamed, but there wasn’t actually as much pain as he feared, more like a quick burn and then nothing but bliss as that hand stretched him nice and good.

The Demon lapped at him, licking all around his dick from root to tip and back down again, teasing him by applying pressure here and there with his flattened tongue while his hand fucked his hole open.

Tears poured freely from Nix’s eyes now as the frustration boiled over, his dick achy and full. It felt like he’d burst at any moment, yet West’s tight hold kept him from being able to.

“West, please. It’s too much. Please.”

Like with everything else he’d done, West switched gears without warning. Suddenly he was swallowing Nix’s dick, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him in time with the thrusts of his fingers. He brought him straight to the edge with only a few pumps, and just as Nix began to fear he was going to cut him off again, West dropped all the way down and hummed.

The vibrations at the back of his throat traveled over Nix and the orgasm hit him like a meteorite making impact.

He made a slew of noises as he came, his vision darkening and winking in and out as his entire body jerked and spasmed. He was still twitching when West released him and climbed up him, still partially blinded when his chin was captured and his face was positioned. When those firm lips pressed against his own and an insistent tongue urged him to open.

He did, gasping when West forced the come he’d just collected into his mouth. His struggles returned, but the Demon flattened himself over him, easily pinning him to the mattress as he continued to force-feed him his own spunk.

West’s hand came down over his mouth when he pulled away. “Swallow it all, babe. Don’t disappoint me now.”

It was disgusting, but it wasn’t like he had another choice. Nix swallowed, gagging the second West released him. He turned onto his side, head hanging over the edge of the bed as he hacked, but fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it—nothing came up.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” West chided, climbing off the bed. He bent down and licked at the stream of tears coating Nix’s left cheek. “Tasty.”

Nix shoved him away but fell back onto the mattress, completely spent and out of energy.

“Stay here until you get the feeling in your legs back,” West suggested, grabbing a backpack off the ground by the desk. He checked his multi-slate and swore. “Damn. I’m late. Coach is going to be pissed.”

Nix was pissed.

West yanked open the door and took a single step into the hall before pausing and turning back. He grinned at him. “Thanks for breakfast, Nixie.”

Chapter 25:

After showering off all of West’s dried spit, Nix got dressed in the uniform that’d been left out for him on the bathroom sink. The clothes fit perfectly and he vaguely wondered if Lake had washed his set or if he’d ordered one with the correct measurements to be delivered to the Roost at the crack of dawn.

It was quiet when he stepped out into the hall, pausing with his head poking out just in case. A part of him was still annoyed that Lake had left him on his own, but the other worriedly wondered if that had something to do with the promises he’d made last night.

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