Page 10 of Weave the Dark, Weave the Light
“Thank you.” His words were rough and full of tears. “Thank you for this.”
Ari’s emotions swirled like the energy in the room, looping and bobbing and tying themselves into knots. Their throat tightened too much to speak, so they kissed his back and ran teeth over the wounds they’d made, tasting sweat and blood. Ari stroked Jonathan as he shuddered and moaned, soaked in his essence, took their combined energy, and pushed it back into Jonathan’s brightness. Then they unhooked the cuffs from the frame and lowered Jonathan to the bed, gathering his wrists at the small of his back. “I’m leaving your ankles cuffed.”
“Yes, Ari.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Jonathan. Like I want. Like I think you need.” They leaned down over that prone body and pressed their cock into the cleft of Jonathan’s ass with only the cloth of their skirt between. “Hard and deep, until I come inside you. Tell me I can.”
“Yes.” Jonathan squirmed, and the friction and the heat were perfect. “Good.” His voice was stronger. “I want you. I need—”
Ari yanked Jonathan’s hair and took his mouth in a sloppy brutal kiss that had him—had them both—trembling. When Ari broke away, they kissed Jonathan’s cheek. “You taste divine. Your blood. Your tears. Your soul.”
A faint smile graced his lips.
Ari pushed off and fetched the lube. Prepping Jonathan was a delight, from smacking his ass to sliding fingers into him while he moaned and panted and cursed.
“Oh, now you have a mouth.” They hiked up their skirt and pressed the head of their cock against Jonathan’s hole.
“You weren’t teasing me when you were beating me. Now—”
Ari pushed inside. Whatever Jonathan had planned to say vanished into a soft, long cry of pleasure that echoed in Ari’s chest.
As with flogging, Ari started slowly, giving them both time to adjust to the other before they picked up speed. Ari held Jonathan’s wrists in one hand, and the nails of their other dug into his hip. Under them, Jonathan became a gasping, moaning mess. Ari pulled starlight from Jonathan, swallowed it, then pushed it back into him with every hard snap of their hips. Maybe they were both glowing. A little lost, a little dazed.
This was magic: Ari taking Jonathan and Jonathan opening himself for it. They were a witch, and Jonathan was their element—a living, breathing, embodiment of power.
Right now, that embodiment had welts on his back and was riding Ari’s cock. “You really wanted this, didn’t you?” A strange thought, especially when voiced. Jonathan could’ve had whomever he wanted, yet Ari was the one controlling his pliant, submissive body.
Something part laugh but mostly moan poured out of Jonathan. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Ari smacked his ass. Fucked him harder, pushed him closer, until the only sounds tumbling from Jonathan’s smart mouth were deep cries.
Ari didn’t stop. They relished Jonathan’s release, cries turned to gasps, then whimpers. They let go of Jonathan’s wrists, grabbed his hair, and yanked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Good, please…” It was a breathless reply that stabbed into Ari.
Please.
Weave me a spell.
They had no idea what Jonathan wanted, but they gave him all they could—their body, the energy they’d collected, and every piece of pleasure and pain they could coax from both their bodies. On and on until Ari was shouting out their own release, burying themself inside Jonathan, and slamming more element than they should’ve been able to hold into the heart of the star underneath them.
Apparently, sex with Jonathan was like dying and being reborn into a powerful creature. Even afterward, when Ari should have been spent and light with fatigue, they buzzed with awareness.
Jonathan, however, was a happy lump of well-fucked man. Ari freed his legs, cleaned him up, and coaxed him under the covers.
“Please say you’re joining me,” he murmured.
There was something sweet about that plaintive request. Ari kissed him on the cheek. “It’s my bed. I’m gonna sleep in it.” They stripped off their skirt. “Gotta clean me up too.”
“Ah.” A sleepy, happy sound.
No motion or lights lit the rest of the apartment, save the tiny night-light in the bathroom. If Theo and Bess were home, they’d gone to bed too. Ari had no idea what time it was, and didn’t care. At all. They cleaned themself up, then returned to curl up with Jonathan.
They crawled into bed, looped their arms around him, and pulled him close. “I hope you enjoyed that.”
“Oh, little witch, you have no idea.”
Ari snorted. “Not so little.”
