Page 40 of Hellfire & Bowties
It was too much. Oren tried to get off his lap, but Luc mercilessly held him where he was. A pair of butter-soft leather straps that had been discarded somewhere in the bed at some point over the last few days went around his wrists and bound them in place in front of his body.
“Luc…” Oren gasped, throwing his head back when Luc finally pulled him down all the way until Oren’s ass was flush with his thighs and his tail was fucking against his prostate almost viciously.
“This time we’re not stopping. Azoth can wait,” Luc purred into his neck, licking a stripe up his jugular. Oren no longer had any blood pumping through his veins, he was as dead as a doornail, but it still felt dangerous. “I wasn’t done with you.”
“Fuck…” Oren whimpered, rolling his hips, thrashing against the restraints.
“Exactly, hon,” Luc said, digging his claws into Oren’s ass cheeks and spreading him open, giving his tail room to rail into him.
“OREN!” Azoth shouted again, sounding more than pissed off—more like deadly. “OPEN. THE. DOOR. HUMAN!”
He hammered on the door in time with Luc’s thrusts, and Oren tried, he really did, but all that came out of him was a silent scream when Luc stabbed the pointy tip of his tail into his prostate. He gripped Luc’s horns with his bound hands, pulling his head to his chest to get him to lick his nipples again.
Luc’s hard, ridged cock rubbed between Oren’s thighs, and Oren was torn between wanting to have Luc’s cock inside him and riding his tail until he came so hard he blacked out.
The latter won when Luc gripped him hard enough to stop him from moving completely, leaving Oren at his mercy.
Azoth was pounding at the door some more and Oren’s ears were ringing. He couldn’t catch his breath. He was burning up. He was losing his mind.
He shattered completely when Luc’s tail flicked his prostate one last time, wrenching his orgasm from him forcefully. He screamed, vaguely aware of Luc coming beneath him and painting his thighs warm.
Oren’s entire body shook in the aftermath, his legs barely holding him up. He was spread over Luc’s lap, still restrained and weak, wishing he could collapse but kept upright by Luc’s solid form.
“You know,” Azoth drawled, “it’s rude to have sex while someone is waiting and not invite them!”
Oren flushed, wondering why he was so surprised at his own audacity after the past few days. They’d been nearly having public sex all over Hell before they finally got down to it.
“Give me a minute,” he called, voice as wobbly as his legs felt. “I’m coming!”
“Again?” Azoth asked in faux shock. “Maybe the boss has more stamina than I thought.”
Luc snorted at the insult and rubbed a hand over Oren’s stomach, smearing his spend into his skin. “Maybe I’ll just keep you tied here and leave him waiting.”
Oren squirmed at the temptation, but there was a part of him that was itching to see what Azoth wanted. He’dslightlylost track of all his organization as he and Luc got… acquainted, so at the reminder of life outside these walls, with his virgin soulfreshly satisfied and debauched, he was eager to hop back into the fray.
“I’m sure whatever he wants will be quick,” Oren said.
Luc slid his hand down and played at his tender hole possessively. “But maybe I don’t want to share you for even that long.”
Oren bit his lip, already weakening. “Please?”
Luc sighed and released the restraints. “To be honest, I need to check on a few things anyway. So maybe we should come up for air. Temporarily.”
Oren smiled and rubbed his wrists, sliding out of bed. His legs about buckled underneath him, but he used the bed as support as he gave himself a cursory wipe down before grabbing a robe. He noticed Luc lazily doing the same to his tail, wiping it clean, and Oren’s hole twitched.
He ignored it and limped to the door.
He cracked it open a sliver and found Azoth leaning against the opposite wall, filing the tips of nails that looked like razors lazily. Red eyes flicked up to him and scanned up and down, like he was reading the sex on him like a well-worn novel.
“Two-second wonder?”
“We were just cleaning up,” Oren said, holding the robe closed. “Was there something you needed? And where is Tarik?”
It was the strangest thing to see one without the other.
At the mention of his twin, Azoth visibly bristled, his velvet skin rising slightly and no longer in a happy sheen. He looked uncomfortable and upset. “He had to stay with the eggs while I came to get you.”
“The eggs?” Oren tilted his head.
