Page 54 of Stitches
Ashmedai
It had been so long since Ashmedai had known any kind of pleasure, let alone something as potent as having Levi beg for more after having his mouth on Ashmedai and drinking him dry.
Already Ashmedai knew he could easily join Levi in a second tumble over the edge, and the thought of doing so together was stirring. Levi seemed so desperate, so fervent and passionate, his hands constantly moving over Ashmedai’s skin, and his thin hips wriggling and thrusting to find any kind of friction.
Ashmedai wanted to hold Levi there atop him and rut upward until his mind went blank from the exertion, but they could do better—slower—and draw this out to both their hearts’ content.
The way they were now, Ashmedai’s legs hung off the end of the bed, and Levi was scrunched to keep from tumbling backward. That wouldn’t do.
Seizing Levi by the waist, Ashmedai ceased the young man’s wild writhing and rolled them with a firm toss of Levi onto his back. He immediately scooped Levi into his arms again and hefted him up the bed with barely any effort, for to him, Levi weighed but a trifle.
Levi’s eyes showed only a thin ring of violet now, they were so blown black, and he was one deep shade of indigo save the inside of his lips, pink and panting.
Ashmedai leaned over him but kept his weight on his own hip, sliding his cock alongside Levi’s to share the existing and still-pooling wetnessbetween them. Levi seemed to recognize Ashmedai’s intent to make this last, and his franticness settled. He lay back to enjoy what Ashmedai offered, trembling at the slick, slow slide of their lengths. As Levi’s hands reached upward to spread across Ashmedai’s chest, still seeming so in need of touching him, his arms quaked.
Ashmedai felt it too, stimulation on the verge of being too much, but right now it was perfect. To that end of heightening each sensation that much longer, he kept their pace slow, but drew inward on the power of his magic and brought it to the edges of his skin—not only into his fingertips but everywhere.
“Tell me… would you like all your stitches washed away?” Ashmedai asked.
Levi’s eyes widened, taking in how Ashmedai was glowing with dark violet pulses. “N-n-not all,” he stammered. “Some? I’ll finish too quickly again if you do too many,” he ended with a bashful smile.
“Then I will leave my favorites until a time when you are ready,” Ashmedai said.
Levi’s eyes bulged briefly, surprised perhaps to hear that Ashmedai had favorites among his stitches. He did, for they were part of how Levi looked when Ashmedai first knew him. Ashmedai understood, however, the desire to have them gone.
He let his magic wash over Levi like a silk sheet but kept the true power only in his touch. With each smoothing of a set of stitches, he timed a thrust of his hips and pressed a kiss to Levi’s lips.
Once.
Then again.
Thenagain.
“Ash….” Levi gasped, appearing to glow purple too with the magic around them.
In sync with Ashmedai’s downward motion, Levi thrust upward to meet him, writhing once more with his hands braced on Ashmedai’schest, along the ridgelike grooves that Ashmedai had always thought made him more alien, foolish as that may be in a land where everyone was unique.
When all that remained were the stitches in Levi’s smile and around his neck, Ashmedai stopped, though he didn’t stop the deep rocking of their hips, their cocks wet and throbbing. Rather than rein in his shadow magic, Ashmedai continued to spread it outward, caressing Levi with it in ways no skin contact could.
The shadows were part of Ashmedai, an extension of him, and through their undulating across Levi’s body, Ashmedai felt what they did to Levi and shuddered at how much more it made him feel touched in turn.
The shadows had no tangible shape but could be anything and everywhere, seeping from Ashmedai’s skin like the sweat beginning to sheen on him. They held Levi’s limbs like extra hands, cloaked Levi like soft fabric, and coiled around Levi’s cock tighter than the slide of Ashmedai’s thrusts.
Levi’s breath caught then, his body tensing, so very close to releasing, and in that moment, Ashmedai slipped his shadowsinsideLevi too.
“Ah!” Levi cried, followed by the same sag and delighted smile touching his face as had happened in the rain.
Renewed by the added heat from Levi between them, Ashmedai pumped harder, faster, and let his forehead drop to press to Levi’s, until a great flickering of meandering dark and light, of shadow and sparks, tolled Ashmedai’s end again too.
The shadow magic dissipated, and with it vanished the mess between them, as Ashmedai fell onto his side, not wanting to drop his full weight on Levi. He didn’t want to stop touching him either and snuggled close against Levi’s side.
“Leander….” Levi breathed quietly, his eyes falling closed.
“Flowers again?” Ashmedai asked, equally hushed.
“No… not oleander. My name. My name was Leander.” Levi’s eyes opened and seemed to flash with the echo of memory.
“You remember more?”
