Page 4 of Instructed By the Summoner
“Me too.”
Kai crouched, picking up the candle snuffer. As soon as it went over the white candle, the other four went out, the circle broken. The sense of pressure disappeared with the flames, and Xak rolled his shoulders, stretching his wings and breathing in deeply.
Which was all it took to taste Kai's desire and curiosity without the dampening effect of the summoning circle. Mentally, he upgraded the man to a six course meal. Somewhere exclusive and rare. He tasted soreal.
And felt it too, his fingers there, on the back of Xak's hand, because they were really doing this.Hewas really doing this.
If he didn't fuck it all up before they even got started.
“We’ve both never done this before. Me, demon summoning. You– I mean, you tell me. How much waiting does waiting for the first summoning cover? First kiss? First heavy petting?”
“First meal,” he answered, likely sounding as distracted as he was. Everything felt sharper, clearer, Kai most of all. “It's… They say your first meal sets your path. Your magic. If it's a human,you'll work best with humans. Same if it's a were or fae or vampire. And if it's a demon, then you're screwed. We can't use each others’ magic.” He shook his head, still watching the hand on his. “Sorry, you weren't asking for a book report. I've played some. Just nothing intense enough to risk either of us coming.”
“I’ve studied demonology for years. Book reports are sexy as fuck,” Kai said, cupping Xak’s hand in his own. “Especially when it’s something I never knew before. And you’ve got a nice voice. Ever get yourself off? Or would that be even more destructive than if you fed on a demon the first time?”
Other demons weren’t compatible, but you could still taste them. The flavors odd and incomplete, like eating spices without the food. Desire from a fellow demon was a spoonful of powdered sugar, swallowed dry.
Kai, though… Kai touched Xak’s wrist, pressed a thumb to his racing pulse, and Xak went dizzy with the mingled sensations. He was an incubus. Almost. He wasn't going to lose his head over a man touching his wrist.
“If we couldn't get ourselves off, there wouldn't be a single soul studying sex magic.”
“You’ve got a point there,” Kai said with a snicker, his free hand coming to rest on Xak’s neck, fingertips gentle. “That’s good. Your greenlight word–the go word–is ‘crystal.’ The safe word is ‘marmalade.’ Like the food. Unless you think you’ll be calling me a fluffy loaf of bread smeared with tangy marmalade or some shit like that.”
Bread and marmalade. Xak bristled with the suggestion, even as his breath caught at Kai’s step closer.
“Lobster, dripping with truffle butter,” he said. “Caviar, on a pearl spoon, dusted with saffron. Gilded peaches in sweet cream. Not fuckingbread and marmalade.” Hesitant but determined, he reached to lay his hand on Kai’s chest. “Crystal for go. Marmalade for stop. I can manage that.”
“Didn’t doubt you being able to manage it for a second, Xak.” Kai leaned closer still, their lips almost touching. “You’ve got me thinking a lot of things, but doubt isn’t one of them.”
This part, Xak knew. The parting of lips. The dance of tongues. Shared breath and twinned hunger. Familiar enough to ease the nervous tightness in Xak’s shoulders, slow the fluttering of his wings. Searing enough that Xak’s handful of papers fell to the floor, utterly forgotten.
Kai tasted of laughter and pleasure: a rich, tempting power that Xak let himself savor but not take. And he tasted of Kai, this stranger who had been kind to him for no reason at all, who was willing to put up with a nervous, inexperienced, not-quite incubus, for reasons Xak didn’t quite understand.
“Will you tell me what I’ve got you thinking?” he asked, with just a hint of pleading. “I want to make you feel good, Kai. Better than anyone ever has.” He wanted totryanyway. “Please?”
“I was thinking how fucking cute you are,” Kai said, fingers in Xak’s hair, as he held him for another dizzying kiss. “That I’ve never met anyone sexier, and that I want to see how often I can make you blush or get flustered.”
“I’m not cute,” Xak replied, testing and playful, none of the real offense he’d shown at the suggestion ofbread and marmalade.“And I don’t blush.”
“You’resocute. And I think I want to feel you feed with your cock in me.”
That was– Xak licked his lips, feeling the heat in his cheeks spread down his neck, up his wings.
“See?” Kai’s hand traced the curve of Xak’s jaw. “There’s that adorable blush. You should kiss me now, because you’re a fantastic kisser, and I want more. ”
Hellfire, those words felt good. The clarity of them.“Kiss me now,”so Xak did, not fierce and claiming, but hungry and eager. Eager to taste. Eager to please.
Some demons chose sex magic because they liked sex. Others because they liked pain, giving or receiving. Xak was fascinated bypleasure, by the idea of embodying it, giving it, using it. And, now, by the way it tasted on Kai, rich and heady, intoxicating and sweet.
“Crystal,” he heard himself say, breathless against Kai’s lips.
“Good. I was hoping to see how far that blush doesn’t go. Show you what crystal gets you next.” Kai kissed him, quick and firm, grip tight in his hair, then stepped back. “Letting you go for just a second.”
While Xak waited, still flushed, the warmth of Kai’s lust making it hard not to grin, the summoner sat on the nearby L-shaped couch.
“I–”
But before Xak could explain that he wasn’t sure what to do, Kai patted his legs, halfway up his thighs. “Come here. Facing me, knees on the couch, one leg on either side of mine.”
