Page 6 of Instructed By the Summoner
“I’m not going to call it whining.” Kai kissed his cheek, tone firm. “I’m calling it an invitation to keep telling you how good you are. ‘Cause I mean it, and saying it a lot doesn’t mean I don’t. So,” he tugged at Xak’s waistband with his thumb, “be my lovely boy, and tell me how you’re asking to touch me, cutie.”
“Every way you’ll let me,” Xak answered, feeling a little braver. “I want to bury my hands in your hair, press close and feel your chest against mine. I want to kiss your neck and taste your heartbeat. To kneel between your thighs, and if you decide I’ve been very, very good, stroke your cock.”
“Good boy,” Kai said, pairing the words with a searing kiss and an upward rock of his hips that left Xak gasping. “That’s just what I meant, about saying what you want. So sexy. Answer’s yes, you can touch me more, but I need to hear the go word.”
Xak beamed at the human’s approval, leaning in that little bit more, wings half open and no longer fluttering with tension. He wanted to trust Kai, to put himself in the summoner’s hands and not worry so much about … everything.
“Crystal, sir,” he breathed, still licking the taste of the man from his lips. “I want more of you.”
“See? Doing so well. Using your words, trying your best. I’m proud of you, Xak.” Kai leaned away, hands falling to Xak’s hips again. “Stand up. Take the rest of your clothes off. Take your time like before. Let me see all of you.”
None of this was going like Xak had expected. He'd heard stories about humans. And Kai wasn't like any of them. Generous and patient, his touch sure and direct. His words, the guiderope Xak needed. And his desire… Xak understood now, the traditions around first feeding. No one could ever possibly taste as good as Kai did.
“That, I know how to do.”
He let his hands steal down Kai's chest as he stood, not feeling quite brave enough to stroke those gorgeous thighs, as much as he wanted to.
Shoes off, and Xak did that part quickly. It was hard to be erotic with tennis shoes. He knew though, how to draw the rest out, teasing open the button of his pants. Drawing the zipperdown slow. Freeing his cock before he sliding his slacks down further, already hard from Kai's touch.
Hopefully, Kai knew what to expect from a demon like Xak. Or at least, he wouldn’t be turned off by the raised ridges that ran down Xak’s cock, or the way the head tapered, coming to a point.
Don’t think about it.
Bending at the waist, he took his slacks the rest of the way off, taking his time there, too. If nothing else, maybe Kai would appreciate that he was flexible.
“You’re an expert at that, yeah. Come here.” Kai reached for him even as he spoke, pulled him in until his hand was on Xak’s ass and his lips were on his stomach. “I’m gonna see that little show of yours when I close my eyes for years, my good boy.”
Before Xak could even begin to formulate an answer, Kai’s other hand found his cock.
Hellfire.
Xak should have been able to handle being touched. Done something properly sexy, or said something encouraging, whatever it took to build Kai’s pleasure. He was anincubusfor fuck’s sake. He knew all about handjobs.
Theoretically.
But no one had ever touched him before. No one else was Kai. Delectable, patient Kai, the fucking feast of a man who’d accidently summoned him and not sent him away.
“Sir,”he hissed, reaching to grab Kai’s shoulders before he lost his balance. Because, suddenly, his knees didn’t feel quite so steady. “Oh, fuck, please…”
“That’s right. Hold onto me. My hair, the way you asked for.” Kai kissed him and kissed him again, his hand moving steadily over Xak’s cock. “Just like I promised. Gonna take the best care of you, Xak, gorgeous boy. And you’re going to be so very, very good, because you want to stroke my cock. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” It came out thready, breathless with need. “I will. I’ll try.”
Hellfire, but Kai tasted so good. Better still when Xak buried his fingers in those dark, messy locks, tasting a fresh thrill of emotions from the human. Lust, yes, but also…
Whatever it was, the taste of it was a dark, rich note, mellow and subtle. There with every murmured encouragement.
“That’s all you need to do. Just be like this, like you already are. I still want you to fuck me, feed and take your fill.”
Breathe. He needed to breathe. Get himself under control before he came in Kai’s hand like the virgin he was And yes, he was a being of magic, meaning coming hardly needed to meanfinishing. But Xak doubted his ability to keep from feeding during climax, and that woulddefinitelyruin the evening. Kai had been very clear.
Panting, he managed to look down at Kai, wonder and need both in his gaze.
“Anything, sir,” he said, meaning it far more than he should. Dangerous words, if he were in the confines of a summoning circle. “Anything for you. You’re… It’s hard to keep from feeding. Not complaining. But I didn’t know I could be this hungry. Want this much.”
“Doesn’t sound like you’re complaining. Sounds like you’re doing exactly what I need you to do, waiting to feed, trying your best not to.” Words spoken as Kai kept up those steady strokes, each a fresh wave of heated pleasure. “My ravenous boy.”
“I am. Ravenous.” Words found between ragged breaths. “Imagine the best wine you’ve ever had. Something dark and red and expensive. Vinegar, in comparison. Water. You taste like sin.” A quirked, sideways smile, showing his fangs. “And I know sin.”
