Page 8 of Instructed By the Summoner
He wasn’t going to fuck this up. Hewasn’tgoing to fuck this up. Kai said he was good, that he felt fantastic. And Xak knew how pleased Kai was. He could taste it: sunlight and sin, trust and promises.
Soright,this human he barely knew. Maybe that was part of it. There was no history between them, no trail of mistakes and false starts. There was only now. And right now, he was Kai’s good boy, kneeling in front of him.
Touch him how he wanted to. Slow strokes with a firm hand, tasting Kai’s response, chasing every spike of pleasure, trying to give more of whatever he liked best. His other hand slid down, unbidden, finding his own cock and feeling the contrast between them, Xak’s ridged and long, Kai’s wonderfully thick, giving plenty for him to grip.
Through it, as he bit his lip, as his wings fluttered, as he touched first Kai and then himself, he kept his eyes up, fixed on the human’s face.
And Kai, delicious, perfect Kai, pulled his head back further, so their eyes met.
“You’re doing so fucking well, Xak. My good boy, trying for me, have me struggling to find words.Fuck. A fucking natural, on your knees, making me feel better than anything. Hot as hell, touching yourself.”
“Comes with … being a demon,” Xak offered, blushing at the praise.
“Comes with beingyou.” Kai punctuated the words with another tug at Xak’s hair. “My good boy. The best boy. Wanna hear you say why you’re allowed to stroke my cock. What’d you do for it? How good were you?”
Too much. Too sweet. The words drew a very embarrassing whimper from Xak’s lips and sent an equally embarrassing shudder down his spine, leaving him rocking into his own grip before he got control of himself.
“Very good.” He tried to duck his head, only to be caught by Kai’s fingers, holding tight to his hair. “And trying. For you.”
“Youarevery good for me,” Kai’s dark gaze was as soft as it was heated, and Xak didn’t know which burned more. “And you try beautifully. I want you to say the whole of it. ‘I was very good, sir.’ ‘I’m allowed to stroke your cock because I’ve been trying for you.’”
Xak’s hips jerked again, burying his cock into his own needy grip. How did Kai do this to him? Make him feel this way. Embarrassed and pleased and desperate all at once.
“Sir…” a very undemonic whine, and Xak blushing from his horns to his nipples. Possibly all the way to his cock, with how hot it felt in his hand. Despite his determination to stay steady, his strokes were taking on an edge of urgency, faster and less cautious than before.
“Try for me, Xak. You’ve earned it.”
“I–Fuck.”This shouldn't be the difficult part. “I was very good, sir. I'm…” A whine as he licked his lips, eyes flicking to Kai's face and away. “I'm allowed to stroke your cock because I've been trying for you.”
“That’s right, my sweet boy. Fuck, that’s beautiful. You were, still are,sogood. And I’m so proud of you, saying it for me. Showing me, trying your best.” Kai stroked Xak’s cheek as he spoke, and Xak all but purred with it. “My sweet Xak. World could end now, never get us further than this, and you’d still be the best I’ve ever had.”
If Xak weren’t already in danger of spontaneously combusting, he might just have melted.Sweet, Kai called him. Sweet and good and the best he’d ever had. Most of all,his.Sex talk. Xak knew that the things people said during sex didn’t count.
He just hadn’t expected it to feel like it did. To run over him like an additional caress, making his heart race and his breath catch.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Slow down just a little for me? Don’t want to get off without you in me, giving you everything you’ve earned.”
Xak’s wings fluttered, equal part nerves and anticipation, as he forced himself to slow his touch, raise his gaze back to Kai’s face.
“I wish you could taste it,” he murmured, between unsteady breaths. “The way I feel, right now. How… How good I want to be for you.”
“You’re showing me, gorgeous boy. Might not taste it, but I can see it. Already so good at it, and you just keep getting better.”
Xak didn’t want to move. He wanted to exist in this moment, touched and touching, Kai watching him with…
Affection. That was the word. That sunlight taste. Affection. Not a feeling he could feed on or draw power from. But he could taste it, radiating from Kai. An almost wistful fondness that made Xak want to nuzzle the human’s thighs and beam under his touch.
But, also… He washungry. It was becoming an ache, sharpened by Kai’s building desire, with every shift of his hips and stroke of Xak’s hands. A feast, he’d called Kai, and the man was. A feast that Xak hadn’t had a bite of. And staying here, in the physical realm, meant burning through his own power simply to remain manifest.
“Sir?” he said, wings fluttering–stupid nerves. How did he even ask? He should bebetterat this. “I…” A whine, then, as he stared up with mingled guilt and hope. “I’mhungry,sir.”
“Good boy, letting me know what you need.” Kai’s grip loosened in Xak’s hair, though his fingers remained, petting through the strands. “C’mon, sweet boy. On your feet. Let’s get you fed. You’ve done so well, holding back this long.”
Xak’s wings moved that little bit faster, for all he was being offered exactly what he’d asked for, praised and petted for admitting the need.
This,now, was going well. They could stay like this. He could stay on his knees, stroke Kai until he came, get himself off after. Kai had been nothing but indulgent. If Xak asked…
