Page 45 of Unholy

“Relax, treasure.” His free hand slid around Luke and took his hard length in a slick hand, stroking slowly as his other hand found his entrance, massaging firmly but not pressing inside.

It went on like that for long enough that Luke writhed, jerking his hips forward to meet Malachi’s fist, urging him to go faster. But Malachi refused, keeping his pace maddeningly slow. One finger breached his hole, and then a second one. He whimpered, rocking back on them.

“Patience,” Malachi breathed, biting his shoulder. Luke forced his body to still, to obey. He was not in charge right now, Malachi was. That was the whole point of this exercise. Letting go of his tightly wound control.

“When you’re more comfortable with this,” Malachi said, his breath tickling Luke’s ear, “I have this bar I’d love to see you wear.”

Luke tried to focus on the words and not the slick sensation of his hands. “B-Bar?”

“Mm-hm. It has cuffs on it. It goes between your ankles, spreads your legs wide. I could even attach your wrist cuffs to it. You’d be totally immobilized, open and vulnerable for me.”

Luke moaned. “Please, Mal, please.”

“What do you need, treasure?”

Luke shivered, his body hot and cold with desire. “More, I need more.”

“I’ll give you more in time, baby. Be patient with me. I don’t want this to be too fast for you. I want you to marinate in these good feelings. Let the pleasure sink into your bones. Let your mind float. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

Luke tried to obey, turning his mind inward on the sensations rather than the overwhelming urge to come and comenow. When those fingers found his prostate, the hand around his cock disappeared. His cock jerked longingly at its sudden absence. He was achingly hard.

When the fingers disappeared, too, he mewled. Malachi didn’t go far, though. The lube snapped open again, and Luke arched, already preparing to bear down for Malachi’s cock.

But it wasn’t his cock at all. It was room temperature silicone, pressing gently past the first ring of muscle.

“What is that?” he asked as it pressed against that bundle of nerves with eerie accuracy.

“A butt plug,” Malachi said matter-of-factly. “It’s a special one, though.”

“Oh?” He circled his hips curiously. Precum leaked from his cock. He’d never been this full outside of actual, penetrative sex before. It was overwhelming.

Malachi’s arms encircled him, mouthing at his shoulder. He held a little black remote in his right hand. There were two buttons on it, in the shape of an up arrow and a down arrow, and he brandished it in front of Luke. “See this?”

“Yeees,” Luke said slowly.

“If I tap this button—” He tapped the up button, and the plug vibrated. Luke’s body gave a jolt, and Malachi chuckled warmly. “It does that!”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Luke said mindlessly, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Ah, good, it’s pressing right where it needs to be.”

“Malachi—Mal, please, it’s too much.”

Malachi gripped his hair and turned his head, lickinginto his mouth and sliding their tongues together. “You know what to say to make it stop.”

“Hnf, hnf, hnf,” Luke groaned, his hips rocking uselessly back and forth. He didn’t want to make it stop. This was perfect. Yes, he was riding the edge of too much and not enough, but he’d never felt so wholly attended to. Malachi’s focused attention on Luke’s pleasure was like a drug, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Mm, I could get off just watching you like this, at my mercy and loving it.”

Luke had never felt anything like this. It felt too intense and also not enough. He needed stimulation on his cock—a hand, a mouth,anything.

“Please, please touch me,” he begged.

“Not yet, baby.” Malachi stood on the mattress. At some point, he’d shed his clothing. He padded around Luke and stood with a foot planted on either side of his knees. “I want you to get me off first, and then I’ll getyouoff.”

Luke didn’t have to be told twice. Malachi’s hard length bobbed right in front of his face, and he lunged toward it like a starving man, wrapping his lips around the tip and working his way down, bobbing back and forth and spreading his saliva down his length. He was determined to make it good, determined to take every inch. It took him a few tries to open his throat and quiet his inconvenient gag reflex, but soon he pressed deeper, taking Malachi all the way to the root. He couldn’t breathe, but who needed air when there was Malachi?

“Oh, Luke, you’re incredible,” he purred, gripping Luke’s hair. “Snap your fingers if you need to stop, baby, okay?”

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