Page 38 of Hellfire & Bowties
The tip of his tail, still covered in Oren’s come, whispered over his nipples, wetting them, making the slide smoother, filthier. His clawed fingertips pushed beneath Oren, palms cradling his ass as he lifted the lower half of his body into the air.
Still kneeling, he pulled Oren’s ass into his lap, Oren’s shoulder blades and head the only points of contact with the bed. Luc positioned his stretched hole over his cock, running it up and down his crack, getting him wet and ready. He spread Oren’s ass cheeks and lowered him down, pushing inside him inch by agonizing inch. He was huge, his head wide, and the ridges on the sides of the shaft tugged and pulled at Oren’s insides. Luc’s hands went up and circled his small waist, helping Oren bow off the bed as he tried to get his ass farther down, to take Luc in deeper.
“Slow down,” Luc said, but Oren shook his head, feeling himself slipping out of reality completely.
“No,” he said, rolling his hips down, gripping the restraints, his mind spinning with how good it all felt. “Want you.”
“You have me, hon,” Luc said as he bottomed out, so huge Oren felt he’d split him apart.
He didn’t care.
“Fuck me,” he keened, muscles burning, body falling apart and voice hoarse from screaming. The two orgasms had done nothing to quench the thirst. He was still burning up. Desperate for release.
“I am fucking you,” Luc said, pushing his cock in and out agonizingly slowly. It wasn’t enough.
“Harder, Luc… please.” Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and slid down into the dark fabric of the pillow beneath him.
“Harder?” Luc said, leaning over him, changing the angle and making him sob with how good it felt. “You want it harder, hon?”
“Ye-yes…” he whimpered, voice breaking, and Luc didn’t need any more begging, it seemed.
He railed into him with wild abandon, claws leaving tiny punctures in Oren’s skin. The ridges of his cock were pulling at his walls, the large head was pushing against his prostate, andthat tail… that wicked tail slithered up his cock and pointed into Oren’s slit, diving down and pushing inside.
Oren broke.
With a last scream and a weak thrash against the restraints, he came, feeling like he’d given everything he had inside him. His vision blacked out, and his entire body convulsed with the aftershocks of the third orgasm Luc ripped out of him.
Distantly, he was aware of Luc still using his spent body to bring himself pleasure. Oren reveled in it. He wanted Luc to find release inside him. He wanted to help him reach it, but he couldn’t move.
Luc gripped his hips, and Oren saw his arms bulging as he speared Oren with his cock over and over and over again, until he slammed inside one last time and stilled, pulsing inside Oren’s body.
Oren watched him in awe as he bent his back, rolled his hips, and rode out his orgasm, leathery wings flexing behind him, horns pointed down. He wanted to tell Luc how much pleasure he’d given him. Wanted to ask him if he did okay for his first time. Wanted to stay awake and talk to Luc about everything they’d done and what they could do next time. But the starry darkness behind his lids was calling out to him, and he followed it, trusting Luc to take care of his body while his mind drifted.
Luc would keep him safe.
9
Oren
“Rise and shine!” Oren sang as he threw the covers off Luc’s body, voice breaking when he realized that, of course, he was still naked under there.
He stopped and stared for a long moment, cock stirring with the remembered sensations of that same hard body pinning him to the bed, doing things to him Oren had only ever dreamed of. He’d only had him for a few days, but he already couldn’t imagine not waking up next to Luc, feeling his scorching-hot skin warming his body, and his arms, wings, and tail wrapped around him protectively.
Luc was all of his fantasies rolled into one.
Sure, maybe Oren hadn’t really expected to be getting all his needs met by the literaldevil—that had never been a part of the story. But the pleasant aches in his body, the bone-deep satisfaction he felt, and the connection he knew was buildingbetween them as they talked in the quiet moments about nothing and everything made it so he didn’t really care at all.
They’d spent days since their first time chained to Luc’s bed. Literally, in Oren’s case. Luc had let him pick toy after toy to try out. He’d followed Oren’s lead and allowed him to explore, to voice his deepest desires into the sinful air, then enacted them for him like only the devil could.
Nothing was off limits or taboo. Whatever Oren asked for, he got. The soft red marks around his wrists refused to fade, and the angry purple bites littering his skin told the story of just how good they were together. His entrance was stretched and tender after being stuffed with both Luc’s cock and his toys countless times, and he felt more tired than ever before.
Oren had spent his life being unconventional to a degree. In part because of his illness, in part because he’d struggled to find his place in the world knowing he wouldn’t be there for long. Being in Luc’s arms felt like belonging for the first time.
He didn’t want to waste a single moment.
“Luc,” Oren called again. “Luuuuuuuuc!”
Luc shuffled on the bed, the thick muscles of his thighs bunching with the movement, but his lids remained firmly closed over those bright yellow eyes.
