Page 5 of Instructed By the Summoner
Again, that easy clarity. Whenever Xak had imagined being summoned, he’d pictured a dark room and a faceless summoner saying“please me.”Which was what he wanted. He’d love to do just that. But he knew that asking for a footnoted reference on what he was supposed to do would ruin the mood.
Xak looked down at Kai, there with his legs slightly spread, waiting, and knew his expression was probably more puppy-dog gratitude than smoldering seduction. Hopefully the way he licked his fangs, like he truly did have a feast spread before him–he did–made it clear that he wanted more than being petted.
I want to feel you feed with your cock in me.Hellfire.
“Yes … sir?” Offered with the lilt of a question, a hesitant“is this okay.”Xak really was blushing now, all the way to his horns, his wings fluttering rapidly as he obeyed, knees on the couch, and those thick thighs under him though Xak didn’t dare sit.
“That’sperfect.Doing just what I said, aren’t you?” Kai’s hands settled on Xak’s hips, pressing down until he took the hint and sat properly. “‘Sir’ sounds good from you. How does it feel, saying it? Knowing that you’re being such a good boy for me?”
Pleasure exchanged for power. That’s how it was supposed to go. But this? Kai’s voice, those words, they burned, became a need. Not to do it right or to feed or to not be a failure for once. What he needed was to heargood boyagain. To saysirand taste Kai’s pleasure in it even as he felt his own.
Kai, who was working Xak’s knees apart with the press of his thighs, bringing their cocks front and center so that, when Kai ducked his head, the sight of strained fabric was impossible to miss.
“Like I want to keep saying it,” he admitted, trying to keep his answer shorter than a damned dissertation. “And I want it to be true. Like maybe you’ll keep me from fucking up too badly.”
“All you need to do is try your best.” Kai pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to the base of one of his horns. “That’s something I already know you’re gonna do. It’s my job to make sure you’re given what you need to do that.”
“I…” Xak had always figured he’d be the one doing the seducing. It was practically his job.
But here was Kai, touching and kissing and pulling him closer, making Xak’s heart race with something other than nerves. The way hetalked. It left Xak almost breathless, his wings fluttering as he finally settled for grabbing the back of the couch, because he needed to hold on tosomething.
Kai nuzzled his ear, voice warm and close and sure. “Tell me what you need to do for me, Xak. What is it I need from you?”
“You need me to try. To do what you tell me. To be good.” His voice had never sounded so rough. He’d never been sohungry.Soul hungry, skin hungry. Not the hunger of deprivation, but of plenty. “I want to be good, sir.”
“That’s my good boy,” Kai said, dragging him in closer, until Xak’s cock was caught between them. Pressed into the soft rise of Kai’s generous stomach. “Unbutton your shirt, Xak. Take it off slowly. Let me see how far down that blush goes.”
My good boy. Such a simple phrase, and it wasn’t like Xak didn’t know about it’s use. He’d written papers and watched films and practiced scripts for oral exams. (Which, yes, everyone at Screw U made jokes about.)
But it was different, hearing it from Kai. Xak wanted nothing so much in the world as to keep hearing it. To have Kai looking up at him with approval, rocking against him and flooding his senses with pleasure and desire. The bitterness and hurt he’d sensed at the start were gone, like they should be. Kai should never have to hurt.
“I don’t blush,” he said, faux-sullen and genuinely embarrassed, because he did and he was.
“Yeah?” Kai laughed, and Xak liked the way it sounded. The way it didn’t feel cruel. “Guess it must be a demon thing. Changing colors when horny.”
“You’re thinking of chameleons,” Xak dared to reply, with a smile of his own.
This part wasn’t too hard. Xakknewhow to take off his clothes. He even managed to keep his fingers steady, at least until Kai’s mouth found his chest.
“There you go.Lookat you.” Kai said, as Xak pulled his wings in tight so he could shrug his shirt off entirely. “Such a good boy. Followed what I said to the letter. My shirt, next. Just as slowly as yours. And since you’ve been so good, you can touch me.”
Hellfire, but he could probably feednowand be high for a week, there was already so much pleasure in the air. He wanted to drink Kai’s energy like fine wine, every shimmering drop on offer.
“Thank you, sir.”
Hopefully Kai, who couldn’t taste what he felt, would hear the genuine gratitude in his voice. Or maybe he’d know it from the way Xak undressed him, like he was opening a present, but didn’t want to mar the wrapping. One button at a time, fingers exploring every newly exposed inch. Stroking collarbones. Circling nipples. A little hesitant, yes, the way he touched. But nothing hesitant about the way he watched or the eager way his ass met the grind of Kai’s cock.
“I like touching you,” he murmured, as he reached the end of Kai’s buttons. “Can I keep touching you?”
“That is ridiculously hot,” Kai’s voice was beautifully unsteady, and his touch teased and coaxed, each brush of his fingers overwhelming Xak with a fresh wave of feeling, the dizzying taste of desire. “How you just say what it is you want.”
“I’m not afraid of the wanting,” Xak admitted, purring into Kai’s touch, tilting his head to feel more of it. “I’m afraid I’ll screw up so badly you won’t let me have it. But I’m trying, sir. Trying to be good.”
“Youarebeing good. I would tell you if you weren’t.” Kai tugged him in for a kiss, and Xak dared to be a little bolder this time, tongue darting out between his fangs. “And I’ll tell you when you are. Remind you of how pleased I am with you. How well you’re doing, being my good boy. Because it’s true, isn’t it?”
There was only one possible answer to that.
“Yes, sir,” he murmured, still nuzzling into Kai’s hand and blushing at saying it. “Let’s … forget about the Xak whining part and get back to me telling you how fucking sexy you are.”
