Page 84 of Sharpen Your Claws

“I want you to make a mess of me, my wicked. I want you to crave me as I do you.”

“Do you truly believe I don’t?” He yanked at Nicholas’ clothes. He needed to feel Nicholas. The first brush of his fingers beneath Nicholas’ shirt had them moaning. It was maddening to have gone so long without each other, and now to be so desperate for touch, to make up for all the time lost.

“I want you. I missed you,” he said with his hands tracing every knot in Nicholas’ spine.

“I missed you, too. I thought of you,” Nicholas gasped when William’s hands found his chest. Nicholas lurched against him, trying to pull them closer. “I thought of you with my hand around my cock. I couldn’t get off without thinking about you.”

His teeth tore into Nicholas’ shoulder as he brought his hand between Nicholas’ legs. He felt him, hot and hard and wanting. Nicholas’ hips rubbed furiously, uncertain if they wanted his thigh or his hand.

“Did you think about me?” Nicholas panted while tearing at his clothes.

The fabric fell over his shoulders. How relieved he was not to hesitate, not to care as he looked into Nicholas’ eyes at the same moment the fae’s hand fell on his silver shoulder. In that moment, the appendage wasn’t cursed at all, merely another part of him to burn beneath his lover’s touch.

Nicholas settled his hands on William’s neck, running a thumb over his bottom lip. He took that thumb between his lips to run his tongue over the pad.

“I did,” he replied and brought them chest to chest. Feeling Nicholas against him without barrier brought him to a high he so missed. He kissed Nicholas with reckless abandon. “You were always there, in my dreams, around every corner, haunting me. I dreamt about fucking you, about you fucking me. You drive me mad in every conceivable way.”

Nicholas caught his thigh to set aside, allowing the fae to drop to his knees. “Then let me drive you mad here. I will make up for every moment you were without me, and I without you.”

Slim fingers relieved him of his trousers, leaving him bare for Nicholas’ unyielding attention. He cursed when Nicholas grabbed his cock. The shade worked slowly, never breaking eye contact. His breath stuttered, hips trembled, then thrust against Nicholas’ touch.

Nicholas kissed his thighs, his words released in a heated breath. “I want you so badly. I want to be reminded what it’s like to be yours.”

One hand pressed against the wall, preventing him from falling when Nicholas’ mouth spread over his cock. The other hand caught in Nicholas’ hair, losing themselves in dark curls as he lost himself in Nicholas’ mouth. The fae let his hips thrust urgently. Nicholas’ hands held his ass, pressing deeper. Nicholas could ruin him completely by using nothing more than his delectable mouth. Those lips, that tongue, they were weapons that could unravel him, and he would be all the happier for it.

When Nicholas retreated, he shuddered. Nicholas didn’t leave him entirely. He spread William’s pre-cum with his palm. Licking his lips, Nicholas said, “How I’ve missed your taste, but I so desperately want you to fuck me.”

“Then take off your clothes and get on the bed.” He watched, transfixed, as Nicholas rid himself of his attire.

Nicholas was more beautiful than ever, more than he could ever want, such eerie perfection that his heart sang a painful longing. The lustful fae caught him in a kiss, then guided them to the bed, where he fell and spread his legs. He held tight to his thighs, giving William an amazing view.

“Such an incredible ass,” he said and took his turn on his knees. He marked Nicholas’ shaking thighs, moving further and further between his legs.

Holding Nicholas’ waist, William licked at his backside. His hips squirmed, pressing hard against William’s fervent mouth. He enjoyed teasing Nicholas, pressing his tongue against him, listening to his drawn out whines and pleasured cries. Feeling Nicholas’ heart racing against the tip of his tongue made his aching jaw worth it.

He departed only to lavish Nicholas with admiration. “I love the sounds you make.” He kissed around Nicholas’ cock, burying his nose in the dark curls along his hips. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” Nicholas repeated over and over after he took to sucking him off. He didn’t know why he needed to hear that, why it made his chest burst with fire. Not from the sex, but something more, something deeper that made him want more.

“Again,” he said, desperately kissing every part of Nicholas.

“I want you, William. I want my cock in your mouth. I want you inside of me. I want you to ruin me.”

The fae released his thighs to dig through the bedside table. William focused on the hot cock in his mouth, bringing his lover to higher ecstasy. Nicholas caught his hand, pouring oil over his fingers. He wasn’t sure how that got in the room, nor did he care.

“Spread yourself for me, trouble,” he ordered, wanting that gorgeous view again.

Nicholas did as he was told, moaning when William rewarded him by slipping his tongue past Nicholas’ relaxing muscle. There, he stayed, relishing in the sweet whines Nicholas made, the way his ass trembled as William kneaded him. He departed with a lewd pop before slipping a finger in. His palm smacked Nicholas hard enough to make his ass shake, then another joined and another. He curled and twisted his fingers, making Nicholas jerk and moan.

“Are you about to cum?” he ran his tongue up Nicholas’ arousal, tasting him.

“Yes, I’m so close, William, don’t stop.”

“Mm, not yet. There’s more to do.”

Smirking, his fingers fell away. Nicholas’ body lurched toward him before falling, flushed and panting against the mattress. He could have got off just looking at the fae, but there was so much time to make up for. How he could want Nicholas more than ever, he didn’t understand. He doubted he ever would understand this ravenous desire tearing through him like roots in the forest.

“William,” Nicholas whispered, his tone breathless and eyes a strange hue, as if someone mixed two colors on a canvas and neither wished to give up dominance.

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