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Luke nodded, tugging Malachi to lie flat and curling into him. “Relatively,” he croaked. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be one hundred percent okay, but thank you for listening. And thank you for waking me. No one’s ever been here to wake me from a nightmare before.”

Malachi carded his fingers into Luke’s hair, mindful not to let his grip tighten to the point of painful. He wanted torend the guild to pieces for treating Luke like a worthless toy soldier, abandoned to his fate in the dark because they couldn’t be bothered to give him what he needed. He would always be here, he swore. His human needed him more than he could have imagined. Luke would never have to feel alone again.

Chapter 11

Luke

Morning broughtwith it a novel experience. Luke woke in the arms of another. Flat on his back, Malachi was curled against him, fingers tickling the coarse hair on Luke’s chest. He was obviously awake, leaning over Luke. His soft breaths tickled the side of Luke’s face and neck, and the weight of his elbow dipped the mattress by Luke’s head.

“Good morning, treasure,” Malachi whispered. “I know you’re awake.”

Luke sighed contentedly but didn’t open his eyes. He turned his head, blindly seeking Malachi’s mouth and murmuring with pleasure when lips brushed his, feather-light. Clever fingers trailed soft heat down his abdomen, deviating to trace pale scars on their way down. His stomach dipped as they slipped below the supple sheet, grazing his morning hard-on and then touching again, more intently, dragging fingers down his length and back up.

“You snore,” Malachi said, his amusement audible. “Did you know?”

Luke shook his head, his eyes moving behind his closed lids. “No. No one’s ever been around to tell me.”

“It’s adorable.” Lips touched his chest, kissing idly as his hand firmed around Luke’s shaft. “These soft little whuffing sounds. Quiet when you’re on your side or stomach, louder when you’re on your back.”

He was on his back now. Was that how Malachi knew he was awake? “Did I bother you?” His breaths quickened as heat sparked under his skin, like a flame coaxed patiently to life by a practiced hand.

“Not at all,” Malachi said. “I mean, I don’t have to sleep as much as a human anyway, but even if I did, I wouldn’t have minded. I like it.”

Luke blinked his eyes open at that. The room was dark, as he’d thought to close the curtains last night after Malachi remarked something about the brightness of the morning sun. Only a sliver of golden light spilled through the crack in the fabric, bouncing off the cream-colored wall and giving the room a hazy glow.

“You like… my snoring?” he asked blankly.

Malachi grinned, doing something with his thumb on the head of Luke’s cock that made his body jerk. “Yeah. It’s so human. I’ve fallen asleep to the sound of the air conditioner or the fan for… years. Decades. I’ve never been close enough to a human to sleep beside them. Your snores are a sign of life. Your breaths are more hypnotic and relaxing to me than any machine could be. I love it.” As he said this, his hand didn’t falter, working Luke’s cock in his handjust right.

It was too much. Luke hissed in a breath, his heels digging into the bed and his hand slipping down to grip Malachi’s strong wrist, urging him formore.

“You need something, treasure?” Malachi teased, his hand slowing.

“Mal,please.”

His chuckle rolled through Luke like honeyed whiskey. He shifted his weight, nudging Luke’s legs apart with one knee and sliding down his body. His tongue darted out, licking the precum from the tip. Luke shuddered, pressing his lips together to muffle his moans. Malachi showered his cock in open-mouthed, sucking kisses, his tongue teasing the head. Luke’s thighs shook, his stomach moving like a bellows with his breathless gasps. When Malachi finally took him all the way down, he couldn’t bite back his moan of relief, nor the way his body reacted, arching up and pressing deeper into the tight heat of his throat.

He opened his mouth to apologize when Malachi grabbed his hip and urged him to do it again, guiding a hand to the back of his head and showing him how to press, to force his cock deeper down his throat.

“God, Mal,” Luke groaned, tangling his fingers in his silken black hair and fucking up into his mouth. Malachi’s moans vibrated down his length, and when he glimpsed Malachi stroking himself, his forearm flexing in the low light, he was nearly undone. His other palm cradled Luke’s sac, massaging gently.

Malachi didn’t seem to need air—but then, he was a demon, so maybe he didn’t. He sucked Luke’s cock like he was desperate, starving for him, taking him deep and then keeping him there far longer than any human possibly could. Molten pleasure filled Luke from within, quivering through his limbs and rocketing up his cock. He didn’t have the breath to utter a warning, but Malachi didn’t need one.

Luke’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came. Malachi’sthroat cinched tight around his pulsing length as he swallowed every drop, only rising when he’d milked Luke dry. He clambered on top of Luke’s boneless body, stripping his own cock in his hand as he straddled his waist. Luke’s hands fell to Malachi’s hairy thighs, stroking absently while his eyes tracked the hypnotizing movement of Malachi’s hand, the blushing tip of his uncut cock, the way his brow twisted with pleasure as he came with a pale hand anchored to Luke’s chest. He painted Luke’s abdomen in long white stripes, fucking into his own grip as he rode through the aftershocks.

Luke chuckled, low and giddy. “I could’ve helped with that.”

Malachi shook his head dismissively. “Nope. This is what I wanted.” He dragged the pad of his thumb through his own spend, smearing it on Luke’s skin and through the trail of hair down the middle of his abdomen. “You look so hot covered in my cum.”

Luke’s face heated. “Come on,” he groused.

“Youdo.” Malachi lowered himself down to his elbows, curling his hands around the top of Luke’s head. Their bodies pressed together, smearing his cum between them. “So fucking hot.” He kissed him, deep and hungry. “Could just keep you here forever like this. Nothing and nobody but us.”

Luke slid his arms around Malachi, crushing him against him. It was a nice idea, and he pointedly didn’t let himself think about all the serious reasons why it was just a fantasy. Reality didn’t belong here in the quiet, rose-colored bubble he shared with Malachi. “Pretty sure I’d get hungry. Like now.”

Malachi nipped his chin. “Can we order in and payonline? Answer the door in a robe so I can undress you again quickly and suck you off for dessert?”

Luke laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

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