Page 9 of Instructed By the Summoner
But it wasn’t what Kai wanted. It wasn’t what Xak wanted, either. He wanted to fuck Kai the way the man had suggested. Only, if he ruined this, ruined things with Kai, it might just break something inside him. The piece that had cracked a little more with every fresh failure. EveryXak fucks up again.
He still wanted to try. With Kai, he wanted to try.
Step one: Stop touching. That he could do. Run his hand back down Kai’s thigh, let go of his own, over-eager cock.
Step two: Standing. Easy. One liquid movement, and he was on his feet.
Step three: …
Xak’s gaze cut nervously to the couch, then back to Kai. The summoner who watched him with such approval, who didn’t yet see him the way everyone else did. Giving in to a desperate urge, he buried his face against Kai’s neck, hiding against him.
“I want this,” he whispered. “To feel your heat. Taste your pleasure. To feed, make you a part of me. I want it so fucking much it scares me. What if you don’t … like it. Me.”
Great. A whiny, insecure, clingy incubus. Real damn sexy.
Braced for exasperation, what he got was Kai’s arms around him, pulling him in closer, bare skin to bare skin. The human stroked Xak’s back, his hair, breathing as steady as Xak’s was rapid.
“What ifs will mess with your head, once they start going and aren’t stopped,” Kai’s voice was gentle and close. “I want all of that too. And I’m the one calling the shots. You try for me, and I’ll be on cloud nine.Youcan’t do anything wrong. And I already like you. Don’t even need to get off and I’d still like you.”
Kai felt soright. No sharpness. No hard angles. Warm and safe and reassuring, as Xak settled against him until his breathing evened out and the tense fluttering of his wings slowed.
All he had to do was listen. Follow where Kai led. Trust him. And for all the anxiety, the distrust ofhimself, trusting Kai was easy.
“I want that. To try for you. Keep trying for you.” He nuzzled against Kai one more time, then shifted back. “Crystal, sir. Please.”
“I know you will. You’re my good boy.” Kai kissed him, all eager tongue and teasing nibbles, keeping a hand at Xak’s spine as he backed toward the couch.
Kissing, it turned out, was an excellent cure for anxiety. It was hard to think of anything when Kai’s lips were on his, when he was tugging and touching and all Xak had to do was whimper and clutch and follow.
He gasped“Sir,” at the brush of Kai’s fingers over his wing, opening it properly for the human to explore. “Where do you want me?”
“Between my thighs, sweet boy. On the couch. Hands off, just for a second.”
The way Kai kissed him after he said it made it hard to listen, but Xak forced himself to stop clinging, hands falling to his sides. Worth it, because Kai settled back on the L-shaped couch, there in the crook of it, leaning back on his hands, knees spread and one foot on the ground.
A fuckingfeast. Xak might not be feeding, yet, but he devoured Kai with his gaze, open and unabashed in his admiration. Lips red from kissing, eyes dark, every inch of him an invitation. Some inches, like those waiting between his spread thighs, admittedly slightly more distracting than others.
He let himself admire. Couldn’t help it anymore than he could help his hiss of appreciation.
“Hellfire,” he murmured.
With the word came a rush of that other emotion, the sunshine-sweetness of affection, so new that if Xak weren’t so turned on, he’d have been tempted to simply bask in the taste of it.
“I want a kiss from my good boy,” Kai said, his eyes bright and all for Xak. “Just need one knee on the couch, hands on my shoulders or chest. For balance. I miss the taste of you already.” Kai spread his thighs a little further. “Come here, Xak.”
So, maybe it wasn’t exactly seductive, the rushed way Xak met that ask, his thoughts a dizzy haze of rich-red desire and sunshine affection andneed.Hands on Kai’s shoulders, lips parted and eager, there for Kai to taste.
“I need to remind myself you have a limited power supply to run on.” Kai kissed the words onto Xak’s lips. “Fuck, okay. My good boy. So good. Lube’s to the left. Grab it? And tell me if you learned about finger-fucking in incubus training. Figuring out our starting point.”
“Took Finger-Fucking 101,” Xak said, with a ragged laugh. “Not… not really. That’s not a class. But yeah, I know the theory.”
Xak refused to turn away from Kai, even for the second it’d take to find the lube. Luckily, pawing awkwardly at the couch did the trick, his fingers finding it just there, waiting, because Kai was clever and prepared and perfect.
Another time, maybe, if Kai wanted, he’d mention there were magical options. Right now, he didn’t want to burn through his power any faster than he already was, or risk fucking up in an attempt to get creative.
“There should totally be a Finger-Fucking 101,” Kai said with a snicker. “Alright. I’m going to start and show you. Then have you take over. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
