Page 11 of Instructed By the Summoner
“Need you,” he breathed against Kai’s neck. Pleaded. “Need you, sir. Starving for you.”
“Good thing you’ve been perfect for me, then,” Kai said against Xak’s temple, fingers tracing over his wings and making them tremble. “C’mon, my gorgeous boy, tuck in closer. Stroke yourself and get your pretty cock slick. And when you have,” a kiss, to the base of his horn, “press against me so I can feel it. Tease me. We’re almost there. I promise.”
Gone with it, lost to hunger and desire, enough that the pressure of his own hand over his cock had a groan catching in his throat. Enough that his wings didn’t flutter or his throat tighten at what Kai had asked of him.
He wouldn’t mess this up. Kai wouldn’t let him.
Leaning in, feeling the promise of slickness and heat against the head of his cock, tasting the bright note of Kai’s anticipation. Taking no more than that, shifting his hips just enough to give what had been asked for, to tease with possibility instead of giving into it.
“Please.” Quiet, needy, a fragile whimper against Kai’s neck. He felt that way. Fragile. Broken open and raw and right. “I’ve… I’ve been good, sir.Please.”
“You’ve been perfect. The very best.” Words spoken as Kai wrapped his magnificent thighs around Xak’s hips, as he drew Xak closer, into the tight heat of him. “FuckXak. Fuck, sweet boy, fuck, c’mon, into me, give me every inch of you.”
Theory, it turned out, didn’t hold a single damned candle to experience. It wasn’t that Xak didn’tknow. Knew the nature of pleasure. The psychology of submission. Knew all of it.
Knew absolutely fuck all.
Kai, all slick, clutching heat, was nothing at all like his own fist. Kai’s ragged voice in his ear was no textbook description. Drawn in and in. Taking but taken, whilesugarchocolatebittersweetbrightmade him forget he’d ever known any other taste.
“Kai.”A single begging word, not chosen. Dragged from him by shivering need and the sweet press of Kai’s thighs, in and in while he whimpered and hissed, wings trembling again, or maybe all of him trembling.
“That’s right, Xak, fuck, there you are.” Kai’s lovely voice sounded even better like this, drawn out and rough at the edges. “My good boy; tell me you’re mine. Want to hear you say it, want to hear that you’re my sweet, good, gorgeous boy.”
“I’m yours,” he offered, the only hesitation coming from remembering that he existed, that he could speak. Needed to speak if Kai told him to. “Yours and yours and yours. Your good, sweet, ravenous boy. Please, sir. Crystal. Anything. May I move?Please. I’m yours, sir. All yours.”
“Perfect, you’re perfect, sorry, fuck, you feel–words, fuck–so incredible.” The words spoken in a beautiful rush, as Kai’s legs eased around him. “Yes, fuck, you can move, need you to. Need my sweet boy to fuck me. Pull–fuck–pull almost out, and fuck into me when my thighs squeeze. Just to start. Okay?”
Something to cling to. Kai’s words. Kai himself. A way to keep himself from shaking apart from hunger and pleasure. Heat and praise.
Wanted to move,had to, a desperate beat of instinct running through him, but still he whimpered when the press of Kai’s thighs eased, because he wanted to liveherein this moment, where Kai was holding him, surrounding him, and everything was right.
Where he felt like even he was right.
Butfuckhe was desperate for more.
“Okay,” he whispered, hissing as he shifted back, slow and careful, far as he could bear, then in at the–thank fuck–pressure of Kai’s thighs, guiding him deeper while he whimpered andgasped and trembled. “Anything, sir.Hellfire. Anything for you. Do this–fuck–all night if you need me to.”
Stamina wouldn’t be the problem, though it might just drive him mad. And, eventually, he’d discorporate from hunger. But, for Kai, he was willing to try.
“Know you would, gorgeous, know you’d do anything I needed. Need this, doing so well, my good boy.” Kai gasped, words almost lost to his breath. “Faster for me? Gonna– Need to hold on, just–” Words stumbling, tripping, and it was captivating, to hear him like this. Unsteady with a need Xak could taste. That he couldshare. “Can you–fuck–pace feeding? Fuck me faster, more, and not feed all at once? Need it. Need you.”
All Xak wanted to say was yes.Onlyyesandyoursandplease.
Could he?
He was starving, and Kai his first. First summons. First partner. First feeding. First utterly perfect, generous human, who he rocked into, groaning at that tight, unfamiliar heat, faster now, because they both needed him to move.
“Some,” he hissed, with none of the guilt or apology he might have felt if he could think, if anything existed beyond this moment and this desperate need to take, to please, tofeed. “Not– You’ll still feel it, just not as much.” He whimpered as he kissed at Kai’s neck, trying to grasp the words that kept slipping away from him. “Euphoric. Giddy, maybe. Then–hellfire, sir–tired.”
“Fine if I feel it.Wantto feel it, sweet boy. Just don’t want– Only want to sleep after we’re done. Can start feeding whenever, so long as it– Want to still be here when you finish. Want to make sure you do.”
Words that ended with a ragged groan, Kai’s strong thighs tightening, the shape ofsweet boyin his breath.
Yes.Yesandpleaseandhe could do that, could resist the urge to take everything. Hungry as he was. New as he was. He wanted Kai with him.
“Need you here,” he murmured, but not whimpering, not pleading. “Need you awake. Won’t take so much you aren’t. I…” He trailed off with a shudder, fingers clutching at Kai’s shoulder, lips moving against his neck. Voice soft, when he spoke again. Trembling. “Now, sir?”
“Now, sweet boy,” Kai replied, breath hitching. “My perfect, hungry, good boy who’s tried so hard and done so well.Fuck, Xak. Be good for me still. Now. Earned it. Want you to have it.”
