Page 56 of Cover Up

“Pull off, sweet thing. Come here right now.” Dei let him go, and Felix sat back, swiping spit from his lips as he watched Dei push up until his back was resting against the headboard. Felix looked at him, all on display as he sat there like a Greek god, and his cock somehow managed to get harder.

He’d been ignoring himself up to that moment, but he couldn’t resist palming himself and stroking a few times to take the edge off.

“You like what you see, don’t you, baby?”

Felix shuddered, nodding. No one had ever talked to him like that. Ever. Everyone he’d dated in the past expected him to be some dominant asshole in bed just because he was broad and covered in ink, and he never felt entirely satisfied.

Until this moment.

Dei made him feel small in the best way—protected and cared for and wanted. He shuffled forward on his knees until he was close enough that Dei could seize him by the hip.

“Spread those legs, gorgeous. Want you to rub that dick on me.”

Felix obeyed as quickly as he could, hooking his thighs over Dei’s and shifting forward until his dick was resting over Dei’s nub. He couldn’t stop staring, so turned on he was leaking a small stream from his tip.

“God, you really fuckin’ like that, don’t you?” Dei said, his voice wild with wonder.

Felix met his gaze. “I really like you.”

Dei groaned, then grabbed Felix’s ass cheek and urged him closer. “Rub off on me, then, sweetheart. See if you can get yourself off that way. Wanna see you come all over me.”

Felix’s hips began to move, almost as though his body existed only to obey Dei’s commands. He hadn’t done this in so, so long that he was entirely out of practice. His thighs began to burn, and the friction was almost enough to send him right over the edge, but he hung on as long as he could. He was addicted to the soft way Dei was panting, to the way his eyes were wide and locked on where Felix was rubbing off against him.

“Come on,” he urged. “Show me how much you want this. Be my good boy.” His fingers pried Felix’s ass cheek to the side and then pressed against his hole.

Felix’s eyes slammed shut as he reached between them, using his palm to press his dick against Dei’s, and two thrusts later, he was coming. It hit him all in a rush, his whole body hot like he’d caught fire. He grunted as his muscles tensed and he came in hot ropes all over Dei’s stomach, and he felt the man beneath him give an almost violent shudder as his breath ripped from his lungs.

“Fuck. Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking good. Look at you, losing it all over me.”

Felix moaned loudly before trying to catch his breath. “Did—did you…?”

“Not yet,” Dei said, his eyes still dark with want. He brought his fingers up to Felix’s hair and tugged. “Get your mouth back on me.”

“Yes,” Felix said, breathless, as he let Dei shove him further down until his nose was buried in that thick hair, which was now damp with sweat and musky with Felix’s orgasm. He pressed his hands to the mattress on either side of Dei’s thighs, then parted his lips and brought them down over Dei’s hard nub. He rolled his tongue over it, feeling him shudder, and Felix could tell he was close.

“Yeah. Just like that. I’m…fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.” Dei began to rock his hips, so Felix sucked harder—harder, until Dei’s entire body went tense. Felix heard a thud as the man’s head hit the hard wood on the bed, and his fingers spasmed, pulling his hair almost painfully before he slumped back and relaxed.

Felix didn’t move away immediately. Instead, he let his lips relax and then laid soft kisses over the warm, softening skin. Dei groaned lightly, his fingers stroking over his scalp.

“Darlin’?”

“Mm.” Felix wasn’t ready to speak yet—wasn’t even sure he could. He just wanted to bask in the feeling of Dei’s stomach against his cheek.

He couldn’t stay that way forever, though. He felt Dei’s muscles start to tense with restlessness, and then he became aware of the sticky feeling against his skin, which he hated. He pushed himself back and looked up at Dei, who was gazing down at him with an unreadable expression.

“You, um…did you…”

“Yeah, sugar. I did.” Dei’s hand reached down, his fingers brushing behind his balls, and they came back wet.

Felix had the sudden, wild urge to put those fingers in his mouth, but he held back. He still couldn’t read Dei’s face, and he was terrified suddenly that it had all gone wrong. “I’m gonna get us something to clean up with.”

Dei made a sound of protest, but Felix ignored him as he hopped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He shut the door almost all the way, then pressed his hands to the counter, the cool marble seeping into his overheated palms, and he took several breaths.

His head was fuzzy, and he felt a little like he was drifting through the clouds. He tested himself for aura, but he was pretty sure he was just dealing with sensory overload, not an impending seizure.

All the same, the anxiety of it was crawling up his spine, and his hands began to shake by the time he got a wet cloth and wiped himself down. He grabbed a second for Dei, then found the courage to walk back through the door and found him in the exact spot Felix had left him. He was watching every step Felix took toward the bed with that same blank face, and Felix panicked for a second, thinking maybe he was losing more of his ability to read faces.

“Talk to me,” Felix blurted, his voice trembling like he was about to cry.

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