“K,” Cass whispered hoarsely, and Kushie’s eyes shot up to Cass’s, his hands coming up to cover his own erection.
“Don’t cover up, Kush. Let me see that I made you hard. It was thinking about you that got me this way, after all,” Cass murmured, and he saw the surprise flash across Kushiel’s face, but the angel dropped his hands like Cass had told him to.
“Go ahead and watch,” Cass said, giving himself another stroke and groaning, and Kushiel’s eyes slid down like he simply couldn’t help himself.
“Or do you want to do more than just watch?” Cass asked. Because he really hoped the answer was yes to that.
Chapter 18
Kushiel
It was like every one of Kushiel’s inappropriate thoughts had suddenly come to life. Not that he meant to have inappropriate thoughts, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Cass was so beautiful, and when his voice got husky, or when he said certain things, Kushiel’s mind went to carnal pleasures.
He wasn’t a blushing virgin, although really, by how often he was blushing around Cass, the man probably thought he was. Cass probably didn’t even mean anything sexual in nature. At least Kushiel had assumed that.
Right until the moment he barged in on Cass touching himself.
He’d heard Cass groan, and he’d told himself that Cass was fine, probably just enjoying a hot shower. If his mind had gone to thinking about Cassius naked in the shower… Well, could he be blamed? Then the groan had come again, and he’d been jerked out of his lustful thoughts, because what if Cass was hurt?
So he’d opened the shared bathroom door, only Cass was definitely not hurt.
By all of heaven and hell and the afterlife, Cassius was beautiful. He was naked, but he hadn’t stepped into the showeryet, and his freckles did indeed spread out across his entire body. Kushiel barely had the thought of kissing each and every one before he was distracted by Cass’s dick, which was gripped in his hand, bright red and hard and oh so mouth watering. When Cass had looked over, Kushiel had covered his own erection, mortified at his reaction.
When Cass told him to uncover, calling him “Kush” and saying thathewas the one who had made Cass hard, he couldn’t help but obey, letting his hands fall away. He shivered minutely at the nickname and in pleasure at the thought that he had made Cass hard, even if he did find that difficult to believe.
When Cass ordered him to watch, relief and lust both burst through him. It was blissful to not have to think about what was right to do in this situation. If Cass told him to do it, then it was ok.
He would do anything Cass wanted. He would do anything for Cass.
“Or do you want to do more than just watch?” Cass asked.
Kushiel’s eyes sprang up to Cass’s face. He spoke without thinking it through. “I will do anything you want me to do, Cassius. Anything at all,” he whispered, and oh, how he meant it.
Cassius smiled wickedly, stalking over to him. Kushiel had to suppress the urge to back up. It wasn’t that he was afraid; it was just that Cassius was so… everything. He had never wanted anything in his existence as much as he wanted Cass’s touch in that moment, and he was afraid of how strong his longing was. He felt like a string pulled so tightly that it would snap.
“Shhh,” Cassius whispered, reaching his hand out and caressing Kushiel’s face. Kushiel closed his eyes, reveling in the warmth of skin against his cheek. Cass’s hand trailed down to his mouth, outlining his lips, and Kushiel felt short of breath as Cass let his thumb sink into Kushiel’s mouth. He caressed theend of Cass’s thumb with his tongue, and when Cass groaned, he sucked on the skin in his mouth.
Cass tasted better than anything in heaven ever had.
“So beautiful, Kush. So fucking sexy,” Cass whispered. He withdrew his thumb, sliding his hand down Kushiel’s chest until he reached a nipple, then sliding the wet thumb over the peak and causing Kushiel to gasp.
“Look at me, baby. Open those beautiful eyes and look at me,” Cass demanded, and Kushiel did.
He got lost in the hazel of Cass’s eyes. They were like gemstones, bright and shining and filled with beauty.
Cass’s hand trailed down lower, his eyebrows raising in question, but Kushiel said nothing. He thought if Cass didn’t touch him he might cease to exist, that was how much he wanted it. He wanted Cass pressed up against him, skin to skin, but he was still and silent, afraid to break the moment, afraid to ask for too much.
He would take whatever Cass would give him.
But it was like Cassknew, and maybe he did somehow, because Cass was walking forward, pushing Kushiel back with his body until he bumped gently into the wall. Cass pressed up against him, their bare chests touching, their lips a mere whisper apart.
Cass brought his hips forward into Kushiel’s, and their cocks rubbed together, separated only by the thin material of Kushiel’s pants. Kushiel groaned at the contact, fighting to keep his eyes open. That simple pressure was almost enough to send him over the edge.
“My Kushiel. So gentle and kind and giving. You’d give me anything, wouldn’t you, Kush?” Cass asked, his hips thrusting rhythmically into Kushiel’s. The pleasure was beyond anything Kushiel remembered, and he fought to hold back, overcome with waves of lust.
“Yes,” Kushiel breathed out. “Anything, Cassius.”
Cass’s hands reached down, sliding Kushiel’s pants down. Cass’s cock slid against his own, and then Cass’s hand grabbed onto both of them, stroking their dicks together.
