Page 17 of Grave Throbbing
Still, Key wanted to provide whatever Harley wanted, since he'd dared to ask. "What may I do for your reward?"
Harley tossed a bottle of lubrication he had stashed under a pillow and lay back, spreading his legs. "I want you inside me."
Key couldn't argue. "That sounds like a reward for both of us." Still, he would ask for consent every step of the way. Harley didn't do hookups or casual sex. He'd said as much a century before, and the lack of names beneath "known accomplices" in the empress's file proved it. Key had been foolish to think Harley would jump on top of the coffin the night before. Now, he was extremely grateful.
Harley trusted Key with his body, and Key would do everything in his power to honor that trust.
He slicked his fingers while Harley propped himself up on his pillows. Harley nearly levitated off the bed when Key's finger circled his tight hole.
"Do you want this fast or slow?"
Harley's brows furrowed. "The faster you go, the sooner you'll be inside me. You can't hurt me, Ciarán."
His given name on Harley's tongue sent shivers down his spine. It reminded him how much he owed Harley. His training had kept Key alive to support Greed. His encouragement had given Key hope for the future. Key didn't deserve this second chance, but he would make it special for Harley.
He smoothed his other hand down Harley's pale freckled skin, diverting to his hip to hold him in place as he slid one slick finger inside. Harley writhed against him, trying to maneuver so some part of Key touched his cock.
Key couldn't resist. He inserted another finger with the first as he bent down and took the head of Harley's hard cock into his mouth. From his pile of pillows, Harley watched him with half-lidded eyes. "So nice to see you this time."
Key pulled off him with a pop. "You should be out of your mind with pleasure right now. Why are you still talking?"
Harley laughed at him. "Do better."
"So that's how it's going to be." Key twisted his fingers until he found the spot of heaven he was looking for, the spongy node that dropped Harley's eyelids all the way closed and had him grabbing the soft duvet top by the fistful.
"Better," Harley muttered.
Key licked a stripe up his shaft from root to tip, stopping to collect the bit of precome leaking there. He swallowed it down before swirling his tongue inside Harley's foreskin. Harley shuddered beneath his hand, and the muscle around his fingers flexed involuntarily. Gods, Harley felt so hot and tight, and the way he responded to Key's every move made Key's breath hitch, though he didn't need to breathe.
He added a third finger, loosening Harley even further. "You really said you want me inside you, yes? I didn't make that up?"
"Sometime before dawn, yes." Harley spoke through clenched teeth as he bared down on Key's fingers.
"Now?" Key rose on his knees, still with his fingers inside Harley, loosening him further.
Harley spread his legs wide and curved his back up to meet him. Key smeared the remaining lubrication over his cock and added a little more for good measure while Harley waited.
He was beautiful like that, spread out before Key, waiting to be fucked. Harley was old enough to snap Key in two without a second thought, but he waited patiently as Key lined up and entered him.
As soon as Key was fully seated inside, Harley took control of their rhythm, rocking his body in time with Key's thrusts and arching his back to seek his own pleasure.
"Please. Need you." Harley pulled Key on top of him, changing their angle enough that Harley's cock was trapped between them.
"More," Harley pleaded.
Key couldn't resist. He worked his slick hand between their bodies and pulled on Harley's cock, making him moan with need. Key loved that sound.
Only a few strokes more, and Harley tensed as he shot ropes of cum over his abdomen and Key's. The sight of Harley completely undone beneath him brought Key to the edge. He'd imagined this sight so many times, but having Harley beneath him was so much better than his paltry fantasies.
The squeeze of Harley's channel as his body shook in ecstasy sent Key over the precipice of his own orgasm. He let go, emptying himself into Harley and collapsing on top of him, boneless in his pleasure. Already, he knew it wouldn't be enough. He needed Harley every night if Harley would have him.
Key wanted to bite down, to bring Harley even more pleasure as their libidos cooled. He wouldn't, not yet. He needed Harley's consent, and soon. Empress Marcella could just as soon kill him as talk to him when she arrived.
Chapter 7
Harley
Harley felt completely sated and relaxed. It had been a long while since he'd felt so at ease. It helped that they were in his bed, not at the club.
