Page 12 of Instructed By the Summoner
A dusty bottle, rare and valuable, taken from the back of a wine cellar. Blackberries, picked at the height of summer, glazed in sugar and brushed with gold.
Parted lips, open and eager. Generous fingers, offering one taste of sweetness, a single drop of wine. Then another. Achingly slow.
Think of it that way. Nothungertakemorebut“open your mouth, sweet boy, I’ve a treat for you.”Careful. Slow.
Taste, draw it in, make him part of you.
They said it could be hard the first time. Hard to start, to take something foreign into yourself. Hard to stop, after, when the rush hit you.
It wasn’t. Kai’s pleasure flowed into him easy as air, sweet and wild, sang through his veins and left him gasping.
Power. So much of it, there for the taking, built between them with each kiss, each touch, eachyours, sir, and thrust into Kai’s perfect ass. Building still, the fucking feast of it, there for him, his, and…
Slow.He was Kai’s good, sweet boy. He would show Kai just how well he listened, how good he could be.
Too overwhelmed for words, he clutched at Kai, lost to him, each thrust another taste, a lick of power, and Xak gasping, keening, lost.
Kai’s voice joined his. Wrecked cries sweet as songs. Rough murmurs there, in Xak’s hair. A litany of reassurance and encouragement. “Good boy, my sweet boy, there, fuck, just there, you’re perfect, so good, ohfuck.” He gave himself to the song of it. To the melody of Kai’s cries and the taste of sunlight and wine.
Hunger soothed, one sip at a time. Drawn in and drawn down, caught in the tide of Kai’s power, his pleasure, the sweet clinging heat of his body. The catch of his fingers in Xak’s hair, pulling their lips together.
His fervent, hungry kiss.
Trembling, gasping. Being so good, feeding slow and careful even as his thrusts grew more desperate. He was Kai’s sweet boy, who would never hurt him, never take more than Kai was willing to give, who would fuck and fuck and fuck him, take him high and then higher, this stranger who had broken him open with gentle praise, run his fingers through Xak’s very soul and not found him wanting.
Pleasure like a tide, and then like a wave as Kai came, all shuddering heat and not a bottle of wine but a sea of it. Xak cried out, wordless, pulled under, drowning in plenty, in heat and power.
Did he speak? Did he saysirandyoursandhellfireas he came? Or were the words lost in his hissing moans? He didn’t know. He knew he clung to Kai, shaking and sated, thrumming with so much power and still more to take, he could taste it. A last glass, a shard of chocolate, a handful of berries.
Let them sit. Xak would rather have Kai himself, his words and his patience and his generosity.
For awhile, the room was silent, but for their panting, unsteady breaths. Then…
“Amazing,” Kai murmured, kind still, there in the afterglow. “You’re amazing. So good, my sweet boy. Fuck. Good boy. So good for me.” His hands petted down Xak’s sweat-slick back, inviting him closer. “‘M here. Here with you. Can take more. Listened so well. Not draining me to exhaustion. My good, sweet, amazing Xak.”
Feeding exhausted humans, as did sex.
It didn’t exhaust incubi. Filled with a soaring, vibrant power, Xak was anything but tired. Still, he collapsed against the welcoming warmth of Kai, purring into the touch of his hands, the caress of his words. Breathing him, tasting him, licking his pleasure from his soul and drinking it down.
“Yours,” he echoed, as he forced himself to shift back, to not keep himself buried within Kai, right as it felt. “All yours, sir. So generous with your boy. Never felt so much power. A feast. Hellfire, it’s incredible. You’re incredible.”
And then he giggled, because he might officially be an incubus, but he wasn’t a very impressive one yet.
“My boy is cute,” Kai said, all sweet, lazy amusement as he nuzzled against Xak’s cheek and hair, legs relaxing and settling back on the couch.
“Demons aren’t cute.”
He nipped at Kai’s neck, not hard enough to break skin or even hurt, just to remind the man that he was a terrifying representative of the underworld.Fangs. See?
“This one’s adorable,” Kai replied, nibbling at Xak’s neck in turn. “You’re fantastic. No better boy than you. Want to summon you again. That okay? Promise to practice my trill.”
Again. Kai wanted him again.
Possibly, Xak responded with another giddy laugh, before finding the words to answer.
“Whenever you like. I’m your boy. I’ll come to you.”
But he should do this right, shouldn’t he? Otherwise Kai might mix up his trills again, end up with a very different demon hungry for a feast. One alotmore powerful than Xak. Another kiss, this one gentle, and he sat back, looking down at Kai. He’d need something…
