Page 7 of Instructed By the Summoner
Kai didn’t laugh, like Xak maybe expected him too. His teeth grazed Xak’s abs, while his strokes slowed, leaving him whimpering.
“Need to stand, so you can touch me more. Say please, Xak. Ask me to stand, so I can make myself let go, instead of staying like this until you finish.”
Xak only just managed to keep himself from blurting outpleasethe moment Xak prompted him to say it. Probablyplease, sir, because Kai said he liked it and it felt so good to say. There was a … safety to it. Like a reminder to both of them, who was in charge, that all Xak needed to do was listen.
Instead, he curled his fingers through Kai’s hair one last time, before letting himself say what he so desperately wanted to. “Please, stand up, sir. I need you.”
The right words. Xak could taste Kai’s desire, his approval. Taste it as Kai stood, then pulled him in.
Oh, fuck.
Xak had hoped it might clear his head, when Kai stopped stroking him, stopped sending frissons of pleasure up Xak’s spine and dragging pants from his lips. He’d thought he’d be able to to think, to focus, to remember anything he’d ever studied.
Itdid not help.
Not with Kai kissing him, holding him, there and Xak allowed to touch, to let himself follow the lines of him, a delicious contrast of soft and hard. (Hard: his still-clothed cock, the drag of his teeth. Soft: his body against Kai’s, his full ass when Xak dared to squeeze it.)
Not with Kai’s pleasure utterly overwhelming him, too rich and complex for Xak to even begin to break down into component parts.
He was an idiot and he didn’t even care. Didn’t even think. Only groaned against Kai’s lips, clutching at him desperately,not thinking of right or wrong and pass or fail. Not thinking at all, only reaching for more when the kiss broke, the wordsmoreandpleaseandcrystal, fuck, crystalleaving his tongue of their own accord.
“Undress me,” Kai directed, biting the words into Xak’s lips. “Don’t take your time. Gonna keep kissing you. Such a good boy. Just get them open and down my hips.”
Vaguely, distantly, Xak still had the nagging sense that he was doing this wrong. Kai got pleasure. Xak got power and a meal. That was how itworked.
Wrong, and he should care, but he didn’t. All he cared about wasmore.More of Kai’s pleasure and more of his own, and right now, more ofKai.More skin to touch and squeeze and taste.
“You have the best damned ideas,” he answered, already working Kai’s fly open. “Next time you let me do this right, okay?”
Kai smiled against his lips, his next kiss deeper, drowning Xak in the taste of an emotion sweeter than desire, glittering and bright. Like sunshine. “Next time.”
Next time, and maybe Kai meant it. Maybe he’d summon Xak again. That was a worry for after. Now was for pushing Kai’s pants down over that wonderful ass and not for stroking the human’s cock, for all he wanted to. He’d wait for permission.
“Can I stroke your cock, sir?”
Sort of.
“Fuck.” Kai kissed his cheek. His jaw. “My eager boy. Been so very,verygood for me. You can stroke my cock. You’re exactly what I need.”
The sound that Xak made, less hiss than whimper, probably fell under the same category as ‘summoned while holding a pile of paperwork’ in the intimidating demon department.
But Xak had more important things to think about. Things like licking the heady taste of desire from Kai’s lips before shiftingback. He’d said he wanted to be on his knees for this. Hopefully, the human wouldn’t mind his following through.
“Yours, sir,” he breathed against Kai’s lips. “So damned lucky to be yours.”
“We’re both lucky for that.”
Kai could have sent him back to the Hells and the dull repetition of filing and being a general fuckup. Instead, the man was giving him this. Letting him touch. Promising to let him feed on the heady power he radiated. Not just a summoner, atrue mage, and Xak could’ve gone decades without meeting one. There were better, more experienced demons someone so rare could summon.
Kai had kepthim.
He slid to his knees slowly, all trailing fingertips and gently dragging nails. Exploring. Learning. This last subject, the study he’d been to afraid to undertake. Gifted to him. Finally, he settled on his heels, his hands curved back around Kai’s thighs. Glad of his long fingers, with Kai being far from a waif-like wisp-of-a-thing. Solid and soft both, thick everywhere Xak longed to get a handful, with thighs that he was sure would fit just right against his hips.
He slid his hand up the inside of one of those perfect thighs, slow despite the pressure of his own anticipation. To Kai’s hip, then over his stomach and down, where his cock waited, hard for him. This, Xak had never done for anyone but himself. His gaze went up, questioning, before he let his hand move.
Kai’s fingers ran through his hair, stroking then holding tight. A firm, unspoken reassurance.You’re where you’re supposed to be.
“Fuck, you feel fantastic. So lucky to have summoned you instead. You’re so good, Xak. Keep being my wonderful boy and stroke me? Touch me how you want to. The way you asked for.”
