Page 34 of Hellfire & Bowties
He had been suspiciously silent while Luc evacuated the room, but looking at him now, Luc found him shuffling his feet, squeezing the tub of face mask in his hands so tightly his knuckles turned white. His emerald eyes were focused intently on Luc, housing fire but masking it with innocent bats of his lashes and lip bites.
He knew exactly what he was doing to Luc.
“I’m sorry,” Oren said. “I really didn’t meant to upset you or anyone else. They worked really hard and looked like they hadn’t washed the grime off them in ages, and I figured why not make it into a fun time?”
“I’m not upset,” Luc bit out through his teeth.
Oren tilted his head, his eyes roving over every inch of Luc, slower than could ever be considered casual or appropriate.
“You look upset,” he murmured, and Luc growled. “You sound upset too.”
“Not. Upset,” Luc rumbled.
Oren hopped down from the platform and slipped closer, bridging the distance on light feet. He put his hands on Luc’s shoulders and gave him a gentle squeeze, massaging a little with his fingertips. Luc felt the touch right in his pants.
“I find that a nice, relaxing little skin cleanse does wonders for me when I’m upset,” Oren said, letting go and reaching past Luc into one of the countless boxes around his feet.
He uncapped one of the jars and scooped a huge amount of the contents into his palm.
“Still not upset, hon,” Luc said.
Oren tsked. “Sure. Never said you were, but lean back anyway. Trust me. This stuff will have you super relaxed.”
They maneuvered closer to the platform again, and this time it was Luc lounging back between Oren’s legs, a sick sense of satisfaction making him hard.
Oren reached over Luc’s head and ran his smooth palm over one of Luc’s cheeks. The product he left behind felt cool on his skin and smelled of something fresh and floral. Oren spread it around and over his nose, forehead, and cheeks, letting some of it drip down his neck.
The feeling of his fingers on Luc’s overheated skin was almost too much. They were gentle, teasing, fluttering, and he never wanted them to stop touching. He wanted them to reach lower. Wanted them back in spots they’d touched that morning, to run over the ridges of his pecs and abs. To dip beneath his waistband and find him hard and aching. He wanted them to wrap around his hard cock still coated in that fresh-smelling stuff.
He arched his neck just a little and bit his lip to stop a groan from escaping at the vivid imagery in his head.
“What’s that smell?” Luc asked through gritted teeth, desperate to distract himself but knowing he had failed the moment he tried.
“Lavender and rosemary,” Oren said. “It’s really good for relaxation and letting your brain kinda… float.”
Oh, Luc’s brain was floating all right. It had floated so far away it was steadily climbing into Oren’s pants.
“Nice,” Luc said and cracked his eyes open to see Oren beaming at him.
“Told you you’d like it. Your demons were grumbling too, but they ended up loving it. Honestly, you all should just listen to me. I know about this stuff.”
Luc snorted. He’d been doing nothing but listening to the little minx since he’d arrived in Hell.
“Now, close your eyes,” Oren instructed, leaning down to grab more things that had been left scattered around, coming back up with a weird-looking silicone brush. “I’m gonna get you all nice and relaxed.”
Luc sincerely doubted that.
Nothing about having Oren’s breath on his skin was relaxing. His hands on Luc felt electrifying, and his voice just made Luc imagine what it would sound like all breathy, moaning, screaming.
Oren’s hands left him once more before coming back only seconds later, one hand cradling Luc’s horn and the other running something rough over it. Luc’s stomach lurched. His dick stiffened in his pants, and his claws speared into his thighs. He tried to bite his lip to stop it, but the groan escaped anyway, so loud Luc’s back arched off Oren’s knees.
His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Oren, whose lips split into a smile as his face flushed with color.
“Oh…” he breathed, palms still cradling Luc’s horn, but now completely still.
All the heat and desire from that morning came rushing back, and they were right where they’d started. Hungry for each other.Desperate. The air around them was opaque with mist, colored red by the small pools of lava bubbling around them.
It was hot, scorching, and Luc felt beads of sweat forming on his skin as they held each other’s gazes, suspended in time together.
