Page 67 of Fallen

Talon didn’t haveto sleep as much as humans did. He often slept out of boredom. Today, he spent quite a while watching the sun rise, the glow of light filling the apartment beyond the loft. They were shielded by the tall bookshelves at his back, shrouding them in shadow. Alex snored in his arms for many hours, through the rest of the night and long into the morning. Talon dozed sometime just after dawn, and when he woke, he didn’t think Alex had moved a single muscle. His poor human had truly been exhausted.

He glanced over at the bedside table clock. Not sixteen hours yet. More like ten. That was close enough, wasn’t it?

What was it he’d promised Alex last night? To spread him out like a feast?

He carefully rolled away, and Alex conveniently shifted onto his back, as though following even in sleep. Talon slowly reached up to the headboard and withdrew one of the chains hanging there. Alex barely twitched when Talon secured one of the soft black cuffs around his wrist. He had to get up and round the bed to reach the other one, then tossed both pillows to the floor so they wouldn’t be in the way. Alex snored softly all the while, and Talon smiled at him. His human was so comfortable around him, so trusting. He would be sure to reward him thoroughly for it.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, just like he’d done that first night, and tugged the blankets down Alex’s body, revealing golden skin one inch at a time. Alex shifted as the cold air hit him, cocking one leg out.

Talon slicked his hands with lube and knee-walked into the gap between Alex’s legs. His beautiful cock was already half-hard in sleep. He pressed one slick hand gently against it, rubbing up and down to coax it the rest of the way to hardness while the other probed further back, massaging his hole.

Alex let out a low moan, his back arching with a stretch. Talon grinned, pressing his finger inside, and Alex’s eyes fluttered open.

“Talon,” he moaned, spreading his legs further. He tried to move his hand, and the chain rattled. His eyes widened as he glanced between his hands and then down at Talon’s wicked grin.

“Just relax and enjoy it, little bird,” Talon said, thrusting his finger slowly in and out. “I’m going to make you feel so good. All you have to do is lie there.”

A second finger joined the first, and he took Alex’s cock in hand properly, stroking it in time with his fingers. Alex’s head fell back, and he lifted his knees, baring himself completely.

“That’s it,” Talon crooned. “You’re so good for me.”

He could do this for hours, explore Alex’s body and listen to his perfect little sounds of surrender, every shuddery gasp and moan like a map guiding him to Alex’s greatest pleasures. And, he realized with glee, there was nothing stopping him from doing exactly that.

He stroked and fucked Alex with his fingers until he was mindless with want, rocking his hips up and down, whimpers and pleas spilling from his lips. When Alex begged for more, he slicked up a black plug and pressed it inside his body, then swallowed his cock, sucking with a slow, teasing rhythm until Alex was keening, fucking up into his mouth and coming with a shout that echoed through the penthouse.

His panting chest gleamed with sweat as Talon swallowed his seed—and stayed there, suckling gently.

Alex looked down at him. “Talon.”

Talon flicked his sensitive head with his tongue, and Alex’s entire body jolted.

“Talon,” he warned.

He gave a gentle tug to the plug, and Alex gave another jerk.

“Talon, please,” he whined.

Talon hummed, settling down on his belly to wait.

“Fuck,” Alex groaned.

Talon enjoyed having Alex’s soft cock in his mouth. It was a pleasant weight on his tongue, and he liked being joined with Alex. His hands stroked Alex’s thighs, up his stomach and sides, soothing and teasing in turn. He stroked with his tongue, sucking intermittently to tease Alex back to hardness.

About twenty minutes later, Alex was hard again, writhing and desperate once more. Talon coated his fingers, teased himself open just enough that he wouldn’t hurt Alex, then straddled him and sank down.

“Oh my God!” Alex screamed.

Talon laughed. “There’s no god here, little bird.”

He rocked his hips, pleasure sparking down his spine. He didn’t do this often, and Alex’s cock felt like it was made for him, hitting every sensitive place just right. Alex watched him move like it was agony but he couldn’t look away. Hungry blue eyes drank him in, and Talon put on a show, arching his lean body, rolling his hips. Alex planted his feet and fucked up into him, setting his jaw and baring his teeth like he’d discovered some new challenge he wanted to overcome. Snarly moans tore past his teeth. They moved together, and though he was bound, Talon let Alex lead, rocking back to meet each of his upward thrusts. He loved Alex like this, flushed and feral and focused entirely on Talon. He wanted to always be the center of Alex’s world.

Alex came first, wailing as it hit him. Heat flooded Talon’s hole, and his cock throbbed with need.

“Ohh, Alex,” he moaned, and those ocean blue eyes widened at the sound of his name.

He shuddered as his hyper-sensitive cock slipped from Talon’s hole. Knee-walking up his body, Talon nudged his mouth with the head of his cock.

“Get me off, little bird.”

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