Page 134 of Burning Ice
“Tell me how it felt to kill him.” He nosed aside the fabric, revealing the flushed tip of Mirel’s cock, already leaking. Kylix mouthed over it through the thin cloth, feeling the heat, the twitch. Mirel gasped, fingers catching the edge of the sheets.
“It felt g-good.”
“Hmm. I saw that. I saw that you enjoyed yourself.” With practiced ease, Kylix removed his own trousers, cock heavy and flushed, standing between them. He leaned forward, voice a low purr.
“I couldn’t control myself. When he spoke of Cyprian—and of you—I just snapped.” Mirel’s gaze dropped, and he reached for Kylix without hesitation, wrapping his fingers around the length and stroking once, then again.
Kylix groaned low, letting the sensation wash through him. “Who taught you to be so forthcoming?”
“My bonded did.” Mirel pumped him with more confidence, thumb flicking the slit, dragging another moan from Kylix’s mouth.
“Just like that,” Kylix growled, breath sharp. “You want to make me come before I’m even inside you?”
Mirel’s lips curled slightly, but he didn’t stop. His hand moved faster, tighter, drawing a low curse from Kylix.
“You like watching me fall apart?” His voice broke. “Filthy little thing. You feel how hard I am for you?”
Their bodies moved closer, heat curling between them. Kylix dragged his gaze to Mirel’s throat, jaw, those mismatched eyes. The sight made something inside him ache, hunger threaded with awe.
He kissed Mirel again. Slow. Deep. Let his hips grind to match Mirel’s fist, sliding his hand over Mirel’s chest to feel the steady pulse beneath. Then he moved lower, wrapping his fingers around Mirel’s cock, stroking him with steady, greedy precision.
“You feel like sin,” Kylix breathed. “Like something I should worship until you forget your name.”
Kylix stroked him slowly, feeling the familiar shape, the slick already weeping from the tip. Mirel arched into his hand, mouth parting around a breath. But he didn’t just lie there. He reached down again, finding Kylix’s cock, stroking him with steady pressure. His thumb dragged across the tip, spreading precum, making Kylix gasp into his mouth.
He nipped at Mirel’s lower lip, then sucked it into his mouth until his dare moaned. Then he dragged his mouth to Mirel’s neck and bit, harder this time, claiming the soft skin with his teeth, sucking until a mark bloomed. Mirel gasped, breath stuttering against him.
“You like that, baby? You like it when I mark you with my teeth?”
“Y-yes.” Mirel jerked him harder now, fingers tightening as his breath turned sharp.
Kylix gasped against his mouth. “Fuck, just like that. You trying to make me embarrass myself?”
Mirel panted. “You’re the one moaning into my mouth.”
Kylix grinned, then bit his shoulder lightly. “I’ll moan louder if you keep going like that. You want to hear it? Want to see what a mess you can make of me?”
Mirel’s answering groan was half-laugh, half-need. “Yes.”
“No.” Kylix pulled himself back. “I will come inside your ass, darae. Honor the Oath of Measure.”
Mirel’s chuckle was breathless. “Does the Oath require fucking?”
“Oh yes. Lots of it.” Kylix stroked Mirel with lazy devotion, dragging his thumb over the head, then down to cup and tease his balls.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Oh, little ghost. Then you better start believing. Because every part of you was made to fit in my hands…”
Kylix licked his way down, mouthing over his chest, sucking each nipple until Mirel squirmed. They let go of each other at the same time, hands parting from cocks with one last twitching stroke, bodies catching at the absence. Mirel’s hands tightened in the sheets, chest rising sharply.
“And in my mouth.” When he reached his cock, Kylix didn’t hesitate. He took him in slowly, lips wrapping around the flushed head, tongue flicking the slit before dragging down the shaft. Mirel let out a trembling sound, his body arching off the bed.
Kylix sucked him deep, pressing his nose into gold hair, then pulled back and swallowed again. His tongue circled the head, traced the thick vein, then licked slowly down to his balls. He mouthed them gently, then sucked one in, humming when Mirel’s hips jolted.
Mirel gasped, head tilting back. “Kylix… please.”
Kylix moaned around him, savoring the way Mirel shook. He dragged his tongue back up, lapping at the slit again, then took him back to the root, swallowing him with a filthy groan.His hands gripped Mirel’s thighs, keeping him open, helpless beneath the attention.
