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“P-Please…” he panted.
Dorian released him, but it didn't bring Kian the relief he’d hoped for. In the short amount of time between when he’d come and now, he’d experienced so much pleasure that he was hard and ready for another round. He hadn’t been able to skip recovery since he was a horny teenager, but apparently, his weird reaction to Dorian’s feedings was enough to rev him up again.
“Dorian,” he whined as the vampire licked the wounds closed almost sensually. Was that supposed to be that sexy?
Dorian let out a harsh breath, biting his bottom lip. It looked like he was fighting to maintain his composure. Kian didn’t want that. He wanted sex, dammit. It would be cruel to leave him like this. He wasn’t too proud to beg.
“Dorian, please!”
Dorian groaned in response, dragging his gaze to Kian’s face. “I know. I want it too. But I don’t want you hurting yourself. Let me ride you?”
Kian almost came just from the suggestion. He nodded rapidly, racing to strip his clothes while Dorian did the same. He’d just tossed his pants away when he realized they were missing an important detail.
“Lube?” he asked breathlessly. He didn't have any. He didn’t even pack his own bag. Avery did, and the last Kian checked, the little human hadn’t packed him anything sex-related.
The now very naked and oh so sexy vampire took a moment to breathe deep before nodding. “I’ll check the bathroom.”
Kian wanted to help. Hell, he wanted to use his magic to conjure some, but he was worried if he did that, he’d be too weak to actually participate. Thankfully, Dorian didn’t take long before returning with a small bottle of lotion. He grimaced.
“It’s not perfect, but it’s all I could find. Incubi don't actually need lube. They make their own.”
That was news to Kian. He never really looked into sexual magic of different species unless he was climbing into bed with someone, and he’d never been with an incubus before.
“That works. Get over here.”
That fire that had dimmed a little when he went searching blazed in Dorian’s eyes. Kian watched him prowl closer, taking in every inch of golden skin. He was lithe, with a swimmer’s build and just enough muscle to show off his strength without looking overly bulky. Kian ached to touch him, and the moment he was close enough, he ran his hands over all that smooth skin.
“Gorgeous. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, grinning when the vampire shuddered and climbed on top of him to get closer. Kian tried to take the lotion away so he could prep him, but Dorian put a hand on his chest, stalling him before he could move.
“No. You’re supposed to be resting. Let me.”
Was it considered resting if he was being tortured watching Dorian prep himself? He was more tense holding himself back than if he’d been allowed to touch. But Dorian refused to let him up, and he was a lot stronger than he looked. Kian could only watch in awe as he reached behind himself, stretching his hole one finger at a time.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, Kian ran his hands up Dorian’s thighs, fisting his dick and stroking it lovingly. Dorian’s responding groan lit him up, and he practically salivated when Dorian started thrusting into his grip before sinking back onto his fingers. It was the best kind of torture, and Kian was desperate for more. His own dick throbbed and twitched with every noise that spilled from Dorian’s lips. If Dorian didn’t hurry up, Kian was going to come just from the show alone.
Kian risked a little magic to summon a condom. It wasn’t far, just inside his wallet that he’d left on a chair in the corner, and Dorian was too blissed out to notice. He ripped it open with all due haste, rolling it over his cock. His movement caught Dorian’s attention, and his eyes, which had slid shut from the pleasure, half opened to watch. He hummed a pleased sound and pulled his fingers free, shifting to better position himself over Kian’s cock.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Eyes glued to Kian’s face as he sank down onto his cock, Dorian missed the sound of the door opening. Someone squeaked in shock, and Dorian whipped around, baring his fangs in a hiss that sent whoever dared interrupt them scurrying out of the room. He didn't let it stop them, and Kian seemed too into what was happening to feel embarrassed about it. He gripped Dorian’s hips, pulling him farther down until his hips met Dorian’s ass, his thick cock filling him to the brim.
It’d been a long time since Dorian had been with a lover. Maybe too long. Despite prepping himself, the burn was intense, and he needed a minute to adjust. Kian gave it to him without complaint, running his hands over Dorian’s chest and back soothingly. When Dorian finally relaxed, Kian tipped his head at him.
“Alright?”
He nodded quickly. “Quite. You’re larger than I’m used to.”
His cheeks flushed at the admission. His mind was too lust-fogged to filter his thoughts. He wasn’t lying, Kian’s cock put his extensive dildo collection to shame, but he wished he would’ve kept that thought to himself.
Kian flashed him a wicked grin, rolling his hips a little and making Dorian gasp. “Yeah? Is that a good or bad thing?”
“So good,” he breathed, lifting himself off a little before sinking back down. He’d intended to take his time, so he didn’t get Kian too worked up while he was still healing, but it felt too good to slow down. He balanced himself with his hands on Kian’s chest, lifting off all the way to Kian’s tip and dropping back down a little faster that time. Kian groaned, his grip on Dorian’s hips tightening as he fought to stay still. Dorian could tell he wanted to do more, but he didn't want Kian to overdo it.
With that in mind, Dorian set a grueling pace, bouncing on Kian’s cock with sheer determination. He wanted to get Kian off, wanted to watch him come, to hear the noises of his release again. Kian’s face was a mix of pleasure and desperation, his brows drawn together as he panted and groaned. Dorian was no better, breathless and making noises he would be embarrassed about later. It just felt so good. Kian’s cock was thick and long, stretching him in all the right ways, with the slightest curve that nailed his prostate dead on with every thrust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come before Kian did, and he refused to let that happen.
One of Kian’s hands fisted Dorian’s leaking cock, and Dorian’s head flew back on a shout. It was hard enough keeping his composure with Kian’s cock in his ass. Taking pleasure from both sides was too much. Ecstasy bombarded him from all sides, and he felt his body tense as pressure coiled in his middle, signaling his imminent release.
“Kian… Close…” he warned, hoping the beautiful man would give him a minute to compose himself. He wasn’t ready for this to end quite so soon. But fae were notoriously mischievous, and Kian took his admission as a challenge, tightening his grip and lifting his hips to fuck up into him. Dorian didn’t even have a chance to think about telling him not to push himself before heshattered, his back arching as he came all over Kian’s chest and abs.
