Page 28 of Lamb to Slaughter
“I know you do,” Conan said. His voice was smooth like honey, and Lam wanted to taste it. “Technically this is still you calling the shots, but it’s different too, isn’t it?”
Lam’s head bobbed in agreement, thrown back when those two fingers became three, became a sharper ache forcing him open.“Ah.”
“Yeah,” Conan said, fucking his fingers in and out, grazing Lam’s prostate on every third or so push. “You don’t have to worry about the outcome, about having to outplay me. You just tell me what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”
The words were electric fire down his spine. Lam’s hands curled restlessly the sheets, until his hand bumped something cold and hard. It was the handle of his knife. He snatched it.
There was an amused rumble from Conan.
“As a reminder, if you get too overzealous too early, I might not be able to give you what you want. Sticking that into my other shoulder wouldn’t be in your best interest.”
It was the fact that he sounded amused and not worried that got to Lam. His cock twitched again.
“I promise I–ah–have no intention of interfering with your performance.”
Lam’s hand only closed around the pearl handle to give himself something to hold as those fingers started moving faster and faster inside him.
“Good to hear. I don’t want to disappoint…” Then Conan was leaning down, using his free arm to hold him up as he brought his face closer. Lam let go of his lip, swallowing hard. Every fuck of those fingers made a heavy roil of pleasure go through him. He was already close, and they’d barely even started.
Conan’s forehead touched the bed beside Lam, and suddenly a whole swath of bare shoulder was right in front of him. An offering?
“How about instead of the blade, you use your teeth?” Conan said, voice right in Lam’s ear.
The fingers drove back up inside him and Lam gasped. He arched forward and buried his teeth into the muscle between neck and shoulder eagerly.
Conan grunted, fingers curling, torturing his prostate. It only made Lam want to dig his teeth in more.
The normal rules of intimacy shook off between them. He’d bitten partners before, but they’d been nibbles at best. Nothing with hunger behind it. Now, he was letting himself go, biting down once, then twice, sucking the skin in his mouth, listening to the way Conan’s breath caught at the pain of it.
The fingers inside him drove relentlessly, painful and punishing in return. Conan didn’t pull back. Didn’t try to stop Lam.
It was so fucking hot.
Lam’s teeth did finally let go, and Conan pushed up just enough for their eyes to meet. Lam looked at him, then his gaze drifted to the marks he’d made. They were red, and enough of a bite that he’d need to tend to it later. He felt his body clench on the knowledge.
So rarely did he get to leave a mark on a body that kept breathing.
He watched Conan’s eyes rove across his face, landing on his mouth. Undoubtedly his lips were red from how he’d been biting them.
“Can I kiss you?” Conan’s voice had gone rough, that honeyed tone replaced by something that had been dragged across the pavement.
Lam almost said yes. He wanted it, had already thought about it a few times tonight.
But he liked the anticipation too, the way all of this was being drawn out. He always got what he wanted when he went out to bars, and it was interesting to play a different game.
He pulled his lip into his teeth slowly, and Conan didn’t take his eyes away from him even as his fingers kept moving.
“I think you have to earn that first,” Lam said.
“Do I?” Conan asked, but he seemed excited at the prospect. His eyes were dark and bright, almost fevered.
Then his fingers were slipping out of Lam, and he was up on his knees, then feet. Before Lam could ask, hands landed back on him. Conan flipped him over unto his belly with ease, like it cost him nothing. A second later Lam was hiked up onto his knees and dragged to the edge of the bed. A heavy hand landed on the back of his head, shoving Lam’s face down into the comforter.
Conan’s cock bullied its way inside him without caution.
It happened so fast that Lam felt a spike of panic, the fear of not being in control. It was exhilarating, and he yelped at the pain of that cock filling him again.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” Conan grit. The hand in Lam’s hair tightened, and he used it to hold him in place as he pulled all the way back out and bucked back in.
