Page 36 of Hellfire & Bowties
He leaned in and closed his eyes, claiming Luc’s lips for himself. He slipped his hands up and into his dark hair and they found their way to the roots of his horns. He knew it would drive Luc crazy, and he was going to use that information any chance he got.
Luc groaned against his lips and opened his, his tongue wrapping around Oren’s and pulling it into his mouth. Luc’s clawed fingers found the curve of his ass and squeezed, pulling him closer until Oren was humping his hard cock.
He could barely control himself. He could hear his own moans echoing through the room and feel his body chasing the pleasure Luc’s could give him, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, so much more than he was getting.
He ripped their lips apart and pushed himself off Luc’s lap and onto the floor in front of him, reaching with eager fingers forthe button of his leather pants, pulling and tugging until it gave in. The bulge inside pushed the zipper down with no help from Oren, and he felt himself salivate at the sight of that gigantic, ridged cock springing up from the vee of his pants.
“Hon…” Luc said, but Oren didn’t want to hear any of it.
Palms braced on Luc’s thighs, he leaned in and got his face as close to Luc’s cock as he could.
“Never done it before, but eager to learn, so, like…” Oren blew a hot breath over the head of Luc’s cock. “Pointers appreciated.”
With that, he dove forward, tongue out as he circled it around the crown of Luc’s cock, swirling it in a random pattern he thought would feel good. Luc’s muscles bunched under his hands, and he spread his legs wider, the seam of his leather pants creaking under the strain. His claws found Oren’s head and slid through his messy hair. Applying the barest amount of pressure, Luc pushed his head farther toward his cock and held him there. Oren thought that was a good sign, so he trailed his tongue down, the tip finding and counting every ridge. Luc’s legs were shaking, both hands now in Oren’s hair and hips working up toward his mouth restlessly.
Oren knew he was too small to actually give Luc a blow job. The monster between his legs would never fit, but he wanted to make him feel good so badly he was almost blind with it.
Letting go of Luc’s thighs, Oren brought both hands up to cup the base of Luc’s cock, holding it upright and licking every spot he could reach. The glands on the tip of it pulsed against his tongue, releasing lubricant, and Oren suckled at it, surprised to find it didn’t taste unpleasant at all.
“Tastes good,” he said, looking up at Luc with the lubricant painting his lips.
Luc looked feral, eyes glowing and expression dangerously dark.
“Get up here.” Luc reached for him, hands under his armpits as he lifted him up and placed him on his lap again. “You’ll end me.”
He ripped Oren’s clothes off, not even bothering to try for the buttons. Oren didn’t care either. He just wanted their clothes gone. He wanted Luc’s skin against his and that cock inside him, right away.
“Hurry,” Oren panted, twisting and turning as he helped Luc get them both out of the last bits of clothing still separating them.
Finally naked, and still somehow on Luc’s lap, Oren wrapped his arms around Luc’s neck, gluing their chests together and rolling his hard cock into Luc’s. He hadn’t thought it would feel so good, so hot, having someone pressed against you that closely. He never wanted to separate himself from Luc, never wanted the feeling to end.
“Luc…” he moaned, the tension in his cock building.
Luc’s hands wound around his hips to help him grind, and his tail found the crack of Oren’s ass, running up and down it, teasing, catching the rim but never entering him.
Oren wasn’t sure he could hold on anymore. He didn’t want to come, didn’t want it to end, but the lubricant dripping from Luc’s cock made the slide of their hips deliciously smooth. The tip of Luc’s tail was hovering just outside the tight ring of his ass, and Luc was spurring him on. Urging him to move faster. Guiding his hips the way he wanted until Oren couldn’t control it anymore.
He arched his back and dug his nails into Luc’s back, spilling between them as he cried out in ecstasy. He was trembling, blacking out from the pleasure of his first orgasm with another person. He was clinging to Luc, clawing at him, feeling like he wanted to burrow beneath his skin.
Shock after shock of his release pulsed through him, and he couldn’t stop. It felt like it was going on forever. He was sure he’d pass out from it. The feeling of Luc’s cock, still hard against his softening one, drove him insane, and his hips moved again without his control.
“You’re so hot.” Luc praised him, running his hands and tail up and down his sweat-slicked back until Oren felt like he could breathe again.
“So good…” he whispered, turning his head to lay a kiss on Luc’s shoulder—the only part of him he could get to without moving too much. His body felt like liquid.
“You are, hon. Incredible,” Luc said, standing up and trying to lay Oren down on the bed. Oren locked his arms and legs around him and refused to let go.
“No…” he whined, and Luc chuckled.
“I was gonna go pick out some toys for you to try, but if you don’t want me to…” Luc said, and Oren gasped, tightening his hold on Luc.
“Take me,” he said. “I want to pick.”
He heard Luc chuckle against his neck, and in the next second, he was lifted into the air again. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of just how easy it was for Luc to lug him around in his massive arms.
Luc brought him to his closet and turned him around so Oren would be able to see. Stars were still swimming in his vision, but he forced himself to focus on the shelves of sex toys available to him.
All of his deepest cravings rushed to the surface, slamming into him all at once. He’d been deprived of this for so long. Forced to keep it locked away. He wanted to take everything and try everything now that he finally could.
