by R Phoenix
That had to outweigh the fact that the human had tried to… What? Woo him?
“Lee…?” Kolt called as he entered the apartment, feeling unsteady and wobbly and downright weird. He told himself he wanted to talk to Leandro about it, rather than that he just wanted to find the fae for the sake of attention.
“Bring up something to drink, will you, Kolt?” Leandro’s voice answered his, all sweetness.
It made him really fucking suspicious, and this grated too. He wasn’t a fucking cocktail waitress. Then again, the fae asking something of him was perhaps a step in the right direction. Maybe he’d earned enough brownie points.
This was still Leandro, though, capricious and too smug. It was probably just something else to make him miserable.
Maybe he should’ve taken Bryce’s words at face value.
With a sigh, he poured Leandro’s usual drink, and a Moscow Mule for himself, because he could. When his attention fell on the pears in a bowl next to the liquor cabinet, he took one of those too, holding the drinks in one hand and the pear in the other. He took a bite and followed the sound of the fae’s voice.
Without announcing himself, he headed straight up to Leandro — no caution, nothing — and held the drink out without a word.
Leandro lounged on the bed, dressed in a Hugh Hefner-inspired robe. He kept typing on the tablet in his lap, and he took the glass and set it on the bedside table without looking up at Kolt. For another long moment, the fae ignored him.
It was fucking petty, but then, petty seemed to be a trait all of his kind shared.
Kolt went to the other side of the bed, sagging down on it, resigning himself to being miserable for another night as Leandro continued to punish him. He devoured the pear, core and all. He was just tossing the stem onto the nightstand when, finally, Leandro set the tablet aside and took up the drink, his eyes going thoughtfully to Kolt.
“Thank you, Kolt,” Leandro said at last.
Part of him really hoped he wasn’t being thanked for pouring a drink, because he needed something more. Part of him also really wanted to just climb on top of Leandro and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe, and the lack of everything ached.
“You’re welcome,” Kolt replied, lackluster. He took a swig from his own drink.
Leandro set his drink down, then almost gently took Kolt’s from him and that grated, because he wanted the fucking drink. Kolt didn’t argue, though, when the fae set it out of reach on his own nightstand. As soon as both of his hands were free, he beckoned for Kolt like he had so many times before.
Kolt hated feeling relieved as he slid into Leandro’s lap, but the burgeoning erection beneath him sent a thrill through him.
“What do you think of Detective Ackerman?” Leandro asked idly, his fingers skimming up and down Kolt’s back so lightly that he might as well not have even touched him.
It didn’t help ease the immediate tension that straightened his spine at the mention of the human.
“I don’t want to talk about him,” Kolt said, trying for soft and husky but ending up closer to annoyed.
He didn’t want to talk about Bryce Ackerman for a number of reasons. The man was the catalyst of all of this, and he seemed to have fixated on Kolt. It wasn’t ideal, given Leandro’s jealous nature — oh, right, and he really didn’t want anyone else taking up space in the bed then.
“Can we talk about it some other time?” he tried to coax, canting his head to the side and pouting.
One of Leandro’s hands slid up to the back of Kolt’s neck, drawing him in for a harsh, demanding kiss that he half-heartedly attempted to return. It was over as quickly as it started, and Leandro rested his forehead against Kolt’s. “No. I want to talk about him now. Answer my question.” The fae drew back, looking expectantly at him.
“He’s a human, he’s Organization. I don’t—” Kolt started to say he didn’t care or think much of anything about him, but that wasn’t true. He shrugged and looked at Leandro, feeling a little pathetic for not really having a good answer. “He’s presumptuous, he’s loud, and he’s…” Nice. “Soft.”
Leandro’s fingers idly rubbed Kolt’s skin. “Now that we’re in private, what do you truly think of his determination to… free you?” he asked, his nose wrinkling in obvious distaste. “And Kolt? I highly recommend you tell the truth.” The hand that had been on the back of his neck drew back a moment, only for his fingers to pluck at the bracelet.
Kolt yanked away from that touch, as if it might actually set off whatever terrible punishment it would likely cause.
Leandro snatched his wrist again, his fingers closing tightly around his skin in a painful hold. “Don’t pull away from me,” he warned softly.
Kolt gritted his teeth and relented wordlessly, letting the fae have his wrist as he tried to process the question and his feelings. “It’s sweet,” he said, though his voice was bland. He shrugged once more. “Fucking misguided, but sweet,” he decided.
Leandro didn’t respond aloud, instead running his fingers over the piece of jewelry.
“What is it for? Just tell me,” Kolt whispered hotly, intensely.
“Now what would be the fun of that?” Leandro asked.
Kolt hated that fucking smirk, the smug look that reminded him of just how much of an asshole the fae could be when he wanted to — which felt like always, these days!
He leaned forward, capturing his master’s lips. It wasn’t much of a conscious decision, more a reflexive move, but he pressed on anyway. He kissed him while his back arched, allowing him to press a little harder on the growing erection he felt under that robe.
“Please,” Kolt murmured as he broke the kiss for a moment, only a moment, and only to utter that one single, vile word that he couldn’t keep to himself no matter how he tried. As soon as he’d breathed it out, he claimed a second kiss, hating himself hotly for a moment. He so rarely begged for anything, and he had certainly never pleaded for sex.
The plea had an instant effect on the fae. Leandro’s eyes darkened, his fingers digging more harshly into flesh as he pulled Kolt closer to him. “Say it again,” he demanded.
He carefully reached for Leandro’s hair with his free hand, sliding his fingers into the soft strands. He leaned in close, not even giving a shit about the bruises Leandro might leave on his skin. “Please...” he whispered hoarsely, a mere breath away from the fae’s lips, before he kissed him again as if his fucking life depended on it.
The predatory growl that came from Leandro’s throat was odd to hear, and he couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or not. But the fae pulled him closer, so he wasn’t going to complain. His tongue thrust into Kolt’s mouth, parting his lips and coaxing a moan from him. He tugged at the loosely tied belt around Leandro’s waist, pushing the robe back to reveal his chest.
He needed this like a dying man in the desert needed water, and while his hands slid along the expanse of bare skin — pushing the robe down further where he could — he tried to coax the fae further out of his lair. He yielded more each time he pushed his own tongue against Leandro’s.
Leandro was as intent upon this as he was, shifting so he could shove the robe off completely before telling Kolt, “Strip.” His voice was rough, hoarse, and he barely let a moment pass before kissing Kolt again. His hands were everywhere, all over him, but Kolt couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
He ignored it. Now wasn’t the time to worry about anything but getting off — and he was getting off hard, his own cock hardening at just the simple demand, the way Leandro handled him… Fuck, he was such a slut.
He could barely peel himself away from the fae, kissing him hungrily even as he moved off of his lap. He had to get out of his pants, yet he didn’t want to give Leandro breathing room for fear he might change his mind. There was a needy sound in the back of his throat before he finally pulled away long enough to actually put his feet on the floor next to the bed, so he could shimmy out of his pants as quickly as fucking poss
ible.
Leandro’s eyes never left him, even as his hand went to his own cock, slowly stroking himself. A twitch of completely irrational jealousy ran through Kolt, which was insane.
Despite his fears, there didn’t seem to be any reason to worry about Leandro losing interest in him. Then again, he was dealing with one of the fae. Leandro got impatient if he had to wait too long on a good day, and Kolt knew better than to do more than grab the bottle of lube. It wasn’t like Leandro was going to be patient enough for him to make sure he was ready.
Good thing Leandro wasn’t hung like Markant — who had to be part horse, though he banished that thought as fucking fast as it had come to him. There was no room for anyone else in the bed, he reminded himself as he returned to the fae with nothing but bare skin between them and the lube in hand.
He slid his leg back over the fae, lower this time, and lightly straddled the man’s thighs. He popped open the bottle of lube and drizzled it liberally over Leandro’s hand and cock.
“How do you want me…?” Kolt asked, peering up at Leandro. He nudged the man’s hand away from his erection, taking over the stroking.
Leandro’s eyes were half-closed, but Kolt didn’t make the mistake of thinking the fae wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. He might have been distracted, but he was always painfully aware.
Leandro rewarded him with a groan when his hand encircled that erection. “Fuck yourself on my cock like the slut you are,” he said, the edge of a taunt in his words.
It took entirely too much effort not to let his actions stall. It had been over a week since the fae had touched him, and he was hungry for this in ways he couldn’t even describe. He nodded, eager despite the crude, debasing language.
He wet his lips and smirked at Leandro, stroking him a little harder, a little faster, twisting his hand just like the fae liked it. He didn’t want to wait too long or waste any more time on foreplay. Not when Leandro was this hard and this willing. Kolt knew he could take him.
Like the slut he was.
He rose up on his knees, slowly and with a purposeful stretch to provide Leandro with an eyeful of his lithe body — as if it still needed showcasing, as if it wasn’t perfection incarnate, sculpted after Leandro’s every desire, especially now that the dark streak in his hair was gone.
He caught himself breathing hard, even as he was just positioning himself over the fae’s slick cock. He held it with one hand, supporting himself with the other splayed out on Leandro’s abdomen. Bit by bit, he impaled himself on the fae’s erection. There was a slow burn as his body stretched and worked to accommodate it, but it didn’t take long at all before he had the fae’s dick fully sheathed inside of him.
It felt impossibly large, bigger than usual, but that was the lack of preparation and the lack of fucking attention. Leandro watched him with unnerving attentiveness, his hands sliding down to Kolt’s waist. He needed a moment to calm his quivering thighs and heart, and he struggled to catch his breath. Leandro’s fingers gently ran along his skin, but the softness of the touch didn’t last long.
The fae thrust hard up into him, like he was hitting a fucking on switch, and Kolt groaned in equal parts need as discomfort. He moved, rolling his hips tentatively once to make sure he wasn’t about to hurt himself.
He placed his hands behind him, on top of Leandro’s thighs, and arched back. He stretched his body in more ways than one as he pushed himself up and slid himself back down onto that cock. It was too slow, and he knew it, and the second thrust he imposed on himself was harder. The next was rougher still, and he picked up speed and momentum alike. His breath hitched with every thrust — especially when Leandro rose up to meet them. He winced and moaned in nearly equal measure as he continued to drive himself up and down.
“Harder,” he urged Leandro in a breathy voice. Against all of his instincts telling him not to, he wanted it harder, needed more.
Leandro grabbed him by the hair, but instead of just yanking like he was on a fucking leash, he demanded, “Hands and knees, Kolt.”
He didn’t particularly like getting fucked like a dog, but right now, he was just fucking horny, yearning for it in ways he had never. If that meant being treated like an animal and getting humiliated while he was getting pounded, he’d deal with it.
Leandro barely waited for him to get on his knees before pushing his face down against the bed. He plunging back into his hole with a hard thrust, ensuring Kolt had a mouth full of blankets to stifle all sounds. It hurt, burning in his ass and making his back and neck contort at odd angles, but the fae was obliging his request, fucking him harder, faster, and more demanding by the second.
Kolt’s hands twisted into the fabric of the sheets. He hated the sounds he was making, keening softly with every thrust, moaning with every other withdrawal, then the hot, slippery, fleshy sounds of getting royally fucked. He was more acutely aware of all of those things then he’d ever been, and the vulgarity of it went straight to his own cock.
He didn’t dare touch himself, regardless of how high his need rose, but he wanted it. He wanted it enough to where he desperately tried to lower his hips, to take advantage of the pounding and the friction it offered.
When Leandro was happy with him, he made sure Kolt came — sometimes more than once before the fae got himself off. Nights like this, though, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Kolt’s g-spot, even though the fae had proven he was well aware of where it was. No amount of shifting helped. When Kolt moved, Leandro did too, making it clear with several harsh thrusts that his was the only pleasure that mattered, even if Kolt would still get gratification from—
It abruptly dawned on him then, and without warning, it slammed into him harder than Leandro could manage with his hard cock.
Kolt wasn’t getting anything out of this.
The familiar sensation of the buildup of sexual energy feeding that part of his incubus soul that needed it, needed this, wasn’t there. He wasn’t getting off on any level. A flare of panic briefly drowned everything out as Kolt considered this was how he was going to die — by starving to death.
His wide eyes caught the glint of the finely-wrought bracelet around his wrist, and he stared at it. He was well aware of the fae’s hand on the back of his neck, holding him down. He struggled, straining against it, bucking his hips as he tried to get free of his master’s grip on him.
Leandro slowed his thrusts just as the realization sank in, confirming his suspicions that the fae was behind this. He knew. Kolt couldn’t fucking explain it, but Leandro knew that Kolt had figured it out.
The fingers of Leandro’s hand tightened on the back of his neck, while his other hand drew the sash of his robe out in one fluid motion. He looped it tightly around Kolt’s neck as he leaned down and breathed into Kolt’s ear, “Keep fighting me, Kol’tso. Every time you try to pull away, you get so tight around me. Does it remind you that you belong to me?”
Kolt couldn’t breathe, let alone think. Instinctively, he struggled harder, his hand clawing at the makeshift noose around his neck. His breathing came in ragged, harsh pants now. Still, his erection didn’t flag, and he was painfully hard even though he couldn’t draw a single gulp of air. He sure as hell couldn’t speak either, beyond a mewling sound of protest.
What the fuck was happening?
The more he tried to loosen the belt around his throat, the harder Leandro fucked him and the tighter he made it. He pulled it taut, the other hand going to stroke Kolt’s cock — like that wasn’t adding insult to injury.
“You need this,” Leandro hissed. “You need me. Don’t forget that, Kolt. Now come for me, and I’ll let you breathe.”
Of course the fae wanted him to come now, when he was practically in tears, asphyxiated, and in a panic. He needed this, all right. He needed sex to survive, to feed on and live off of before anything else, and that wasn’t happening now…!
Kolt was choking, and still Leandro’s fingers around his cock were like fucking jolts of electricity
. Kolt hated that his body reacted regardless of circumstance, and he struggled again as the first of his tears spilled over and roll down his cheeks. He even tried to tap out on the bed, but to no avail.
He felt like he might pass out, and his whole body was keyed up, tingling and twitching with every thrust, with every stroke. He was primed to feed, with no food on the table, but his own body was treacherously unaware. His hips jerked, and he could feel the climax even though it lacked most of the actual release that usually left him feeling high.
Leandro murmured a soft series of words against his throat, and suddenly the floodgates opened. He could feel everything, every ounce of sexual energy he’d been denied crashing down on him. There was none of the usual build up, but a tsunami, stimulating a second orgasm right on the heels of the first one.
The fae loosened the slipknot around his neck, and for an overwhelmed moment, Kolt thought it might be over.
He wasn’t that lucky. Leandro only let him gasp in a much-needed breath before it cut right off again, along with his ability to draw sustenance.
Leandro was fucking with him on every level, punishing him by denying him what he needed most in life. It was like a slow mind fuck all on its own, the denial and the giving, over and over.
It went on until the fae finally spilled into Kolt’s ass. He should’ve felt sated, but he felt famished and ravished, empty and full all at the same time, and he made a noise that was new to his vocabulary — somewhere suspended between wanting to die and wanting more.
Leandro brushed his lips against his shoulder blade as he finally released him and let the sash drop to the bed. “Do you understand?” the fae asked, voice as poisonous as it was silken.
Kolt was shaking, head to toe, and he was lost and dazed and… “What did you do?!” he demanded after a brief moment of silence, half-hysterical. Even now, his voice sounded weird from the strain that had been put on his throat. He snatched at the bracelet, yanking on it again to try and dislodge it somehow. “Take it off, take it off, take it off!” he snarled.