The Consumption of Magic

by T. J. Klune

  “Leave them,” I said. “For now.”

  He nodded, taking in another deep breath.

  “Lean forward again. Don’t let go of the bars.”

  He went lax, head bowed, shoulders sagging. He spread his legs a little wider. His back curved slightly, pushing his ass out farther, which was exactly what I was going for.

  Without looking away from him, knowing he could feel my gaze along his skin, I toed off my boots and socks and kicked them to the side. I pressed my hands against the globes of his ass, squeezing again, pressing them together before I pulled them apart. He hissed under his breath, trying to stay as quiet as he could. It was a game to him, seeing how long he could stay silent. He never lasted very long.

  I dropped to my knees behind him, settling down until his ass was level with my face. I stayed close, my breath on his skin. “You okay?” I asked, not hiding the smirk in my voice.

  “Fine,” he said through what sounded like gritted teeth.

  “That’s good,” I said. “Just checking in.”

  “You don’t need to—”

  I slapped his ass, the sound of it flat and low in the room. He gasped slightly and pulled himself up against the bars. It hadn’t been hard; my palm stung only a little. But it had surprised him, and he whimpered quietly, trying to swallow it back down.

  “You holding on to that bar?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said hoarsely.

  “Good. Spread your knees as wide as you can.”

  “I did. If I could just take off these—”

  “Ryan. Wider.”

  He did. His thighs were trembling.

  I didn’t give him much time to react. I grabbed his ass again, spreading it wide, and licked from his taint up to his hole to the top of his crack with the flat of my tongue, making sure to get him nice and wet. He moaned as his back bowed, hands tightening on the bars. I smiled against his skin before I licked him again, pressing my tongue against his asshole. I breathed through my mouth, hot breath fanning against him, nose on his skin, saliva spreading on my chin. I moved my hands to the sides of his hips, holding him in place so he couldn’t jerk away from me as I moved my tongue.

  He said my name in that low voice of his, that voice he got when he was turned-on more than he’d thought he’d be. He’d bathed at some point while I’d been busy with Kevin and the others, his skin tasting like the soap Mama kept in all the bathrooms. It wasn’t my favorite, but there was still the hint of Ryan underneath the flowery notes, and I chased after it, pressing my face harder against him, pushing my tongue inside him. He squirmed, trying to pull away and push himself closer as I fucked him with my mouth.

  I reached around his front, the back of my hand brushing the underside of his cock, but I ignored it, instead circling his balls until I got a good grip. I tugged on them, pulling them down, feeling his cock bob above my hand. The noise he made at the pleasurepain made me pull on his balls just a little bit harder, making sure I wasn’t squeezing too tightly, but enough that he’d feel it in the pit of his stomach.

  I pulled my face away from his asshole, resting my forehead on the small of his back, fondling him. “So good for me,” I said, making sure my voice was loud enough that he could hear. “You’re doing so well, Ryan. I love it when you’re like this.”

  “Sam,” he said, sounding a little broken. “I need—I want….”

  “What do you need?”

  “More,” he whispered. “I want more.”

  “I could open you up some more.”

  He tensed at that. “No,” he said quickly.

  “No? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” he said, hands flexing on the bars.

  “You sound sure about that.”

  “I am. I want to feel it, Sam. Please let me feel it.”

  I leaned forward and licked his asshole again, just to hear him keen a little more. “You touch yourself before I got here?”

  He tensed. “I didn’t—”

  “Ryan.”

  “A little. Just to stretch myself.”

  “I thought so. Thinking about that dildo?”

  “No,” he said. “Thinking about you.”

  My smile widened, and I let go of his balls to grab his cock and give it a dry pull. He grunted, sounding like he’d been punched in the gut as he thrust his hips forward, trying to fuck my fist. I let him do it once, twice, before I tightened my other hand on his hip, holding him in place. He stilled, but I could feel him twitching, like he was barely able to stop himself.

  “You want it?” I asked, pressing my nose to the cleft of his ass. “You want me to fuck you with the dildo? Or do you want my cock?”

  “You said we could do both,” he said, sounding like he was pouting.

  “I did say that, didn’t I? But we can’t start with both.”

  “You,” he panted as I jacked him off. “You first.”

  “I don’t know,” I said, sounding unconvinced. “You said the dildo was bigger than me. It’d probably be better if we used it first. Getting you nice and open so we don’t crush my dick.”

  “Fine,” he said. “Great. That. I’m okay with that.”

  I slapped his ass again, just to see it bounce. He yelped and tried to pull himself away, which only caused him to fuck my fist again.

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  “Yes. That’s the plan. I need you to listen to me, Ryan. Are you listening?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” I kissed the mark I’d left on his ass. “That’s real good. I want you to push the bars back against the wall. Once they’re in place, you need to decide if you will be on your knees with your face down and biting the pillow, or if you’ll be on your back and letting me see everything that happens to you. You have a minute to decide.”

  He muttered something under his breath that didn’t necessarily sound like he was giving a compliment.

  “What was that?” I asked sharply.

  He sighed. “I said okay.”

  “Really. Because it sounded like you called me a fucking asshole.”

  “You must have hearing problems, then.”

  “You’re funny. I don’t think I tell you that enough. Also, you have forty-five seconds to decide.”

  He cursed me again as I pulled myself up, wincing as my dick pushed against my breeches. I adjusted myself as he snapped the bars and the slat back against the wall, still grumbling. I ignored him, instead turning toward the set of drawers next to the bed.

  Knowing Mama, there were things in there along with the dildo that I wouldn’t have a single clue what to do with. Ryan and I might have an adventurous sex life, but there were people in the world who were far kinkier than we would ever be. Cock cages, ball clamps, spreader bars, things that could be inserted into a dick; it was enough to cause me to squeak and cross my legs. There was a line that we wouldn’t cross, but I didn’t judge those who did.

  Too much, anyway.

  Ryan was shuffling on the bed, but I didn’t look to see how he was going to be positioned. Knowing him, he’d be on his knees, facedown. It happened when he got really worked up and just wanted to be fucked. I’d give him time to make that decision for himself.

  I opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were things that looked almost like torture devices. I shuddered, unsure what the one in the corner was supposed to attach to. Or on. Or in. It had thin metal wires and a long rubber end that curved sharply. I didn’t even try to stop my ass from clenching at the sight of it.

  But sitting right near the top was a thick red dildo that almost looked like a sword, with a grip and guard at one end. I reached down to pick it up, getting a good hold on it. It was heavier than I thought it’d be and was slightly flexible, as the other end curved slightly as I lifted it. I didn’t know what it was made of, having never seen anything like it before. The grip was firm with just a little give, and I knew if I squeezed it hard enough, I’d leave small indentations in it.

  And Ryan was right. It was
bigger than me, both longer and thicker, but not by much. It wasn’t obscene, not like some of the other dildos I’d seen in the Tilted Cross. Mama had some in her collection that looked as if I wouldn’t be able to lift them on my own. I’d asked her just who the hell would want something that large up their ass. Mama had told me she catered to a wide and varied clientele who sometimes liked to feel like they were splitting in two and who also might not have been exactly human.

  But this was going to be the perfect size for Ryan, and he was going to get the burn he wanted, especially if I fucked him with it and my dick at the same time. I wasn’t too worried about it having been used before. Knowing this drawer, most everything in it had been. But Mama was proud of the rigorous cleaning process that all the sex toys went through each time they were used.

  There was also a crystal vial of lubricating oil set in one corner, the liquid amber in color, almost like syrup. But it was slick, the consistency thin. The first time I’d come to the Tilted Cross, Mama had sent me home with a small vial of it, telling me I’d never used anything like it. I’d scoffed at her, somewhat embarrassed, then proceeded to use the entire vial in two days, sure it was the greatest thing I’d ever experienced. The Tilted Cross produced it, and it was expensive, but it was better than anything you could get in the City of Lockes.

  I shut the drawer and turned back toward the bed, expecting to see Ryan on his hands and knees. My breath hitched when I saw him on his back, knees brought up against his chest, ass at the edge of the bed where he’d been kneeling just a few moments before. He was breathing heavily in anticipation, his chest now completely flushed as he stared at me, eyes blown wide. He must have been watching me the entire time, seeing me test the heft of the dildo.

  “On your back, then?” I asked lightly.

  He nodded slowly.

  “And how did you come to that decision?”

  He sounded like he was gargling rocks when he said, “I want to see you.”

  “That so?” His eyes followed the dildo when I set it and the vial of oil on the bed beside him. “You want to see me?”

  He looked back over at me before he nodded. He gripped the underside of his thighs as he held his legs up. The hair on his stomach looked slick with sweat, and his feet were shaking slightly. His asshole was still wet with my spit, and I couldn’t help but rub a finger along it, pressing in to the first knuckle just to see what he would do.

  His eyes fluttered closed as he bit his bottom lip, tilting his head back slightly.

  He really was beautiful. I’d always thought so.

  “Can you…?” He gnawed on his lip, then shook his head.

  “Can I what?”

  He swallowed, throat moving up and down. Then, “Can you kiss me?”

  He sounded so vulnerable that I didn’t even hesitate, pulling my finger out of him. I was still fully clothed when I pressed against his ass. His eyes snapped open when he felt my weight, and he wrapped his strong legs around my hips. I put my hands on either side of his head, the dildo rolling against him in the crease of the bed. I stopped a few inches from his face, his eyes searching mine. I bent slowly, scraping my lips against his. He exhaled softly, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach up and smash me against him. But he was waiting.

  I propped myself up on one hand, bringing the other to grip his jaw, fingers spreading out along his cheek, thumb pressing against his throat. I rolled my hips against his ass, my cock rubbing just below his balls. I kissed him again, and he sighed into my mouth as I swiped my tongue against his lips. Then his mouth was open and wet, tongue against mine. It was like he snapped then, ankles locking behind my back, his mouth and tongue working me over. I groaned into the kiss, grinding down on him.

  He broke the kiss, and I kissed down his jaw to his neck. For a moment, I saw him standing in the field with Justin again, talking quietly about something I didn’t know, and I was fucking jealous over it, even though I knew I didn’t have to be. Justin didn’t want Ryan anymore, or so he said. Ryan had chosen me. Yet there was still a small, dark part of me that saw them together, that knew it’d be them together for the month without me there with my awesome and witty repartee. Nothing was going to happen. Ryan loved me. And yet I couldn’t help biting down into the soft skin of his throat and sucking, bringing the blood to the surface to leave as dark a bruise as possible. He cried out near my ear, hand coming up to the back of my head to push me closer, to make the mark bigger. I complied, of course. How could I not?

  His neck was slick with saliva when I pulled away, satisfied with the mark upon him. He looked up at me, dazed. I grinned down at him. “You want me to fuck you with that dildo now?” I asked affably.

  He opened his mouth once, twice, then just nodded slowly.

  I pulled myself back off him, his hands jerking like he was about to reach for me again.

  “Hold your legs back again,” I said, reaching for the vial.

  He did, thighs against his chest.

  I ran my fingers along the back of his thighs, pulling slightly at the hair. “Gods,” I said reverently. “I will never get tired of this view.”

  “Sam,” he said weakly, embarrassed but pleased.

  “It’s quite the sight,” I continued. “Look how strong you are. Stronger than any of the other knights. Better than the rest of them.”

  His smile was brittle, face heated.

  “Now,” I said. “I’m going to give you three fingers—”

  “No,” he said quickly.

  I arched an eyebrow.

  “Um,” he said. “Can I—just. Have. Two?”

  “Two,” I repeated. “You want just two.”

  “Yes.”

  “Because you want to feel it.”

  “Yes.”

  “So when I leave tomorrow, you’ll still feel what I’m about to do to you.”

  He looked so grateful when he said yes again that I knew what he was thinking. Of course I would give him whatever he asked for.

  “Two it is,” I said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “So you can feel it. Anything else?”

  He started to shake his head, then stopped. He hesitated. Then shook his head.

  “Ryan. What else do you want?”

  He rolled his eyes, a little frustrated. I smacked his ass. He yelped and glared at me. I cocked my head at him. Then, “Can you stay dressed?”

  “Don’t like seeing me naked?”

  He shook his head furiously. “No! No. I just… I like it when I’m… like this. And you’re still clothed.”

  Fuck me sideways. If that didn’t make my dick throb, then nothing would. “Uh. Yeah, I think I can do that. I can just untie my breeches when I’m ready to fuck you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Thank you for asking me,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed his knee. “I like it when you ask for things.”

  “It’s not that big of a deal,” he grumbled.

  “Oh, I think it is,” I said as I pulled the crystal stopper off the vial and set it down on the nightstand. Making sure he was watching, I tilted the vial, spilling a healthy dose of slick onto my palm. It was warm to the touch. I set the vial next to the stopper, setting it within reach for when I needed it again. I dipped my fingers into the oil. “Now, I think you asked for two.”

  And without giving him a chance to respond, I pressed my fingers against his asshole. There was a brief resistance until it gave past the ring of muscle into the heat of his ass. He bared his teeth at me, eyes narrowing, cords on his neck standing out. I fucked him with my fingers, stretching him open. “That’s two,” I said calmly, even though my legs felt a little weak.

  “Good,” he said, though I was sure he wanted to say something else.

  “Good,” I agreed.

  It didn’t take long for him to be stretched open, though it wasn’t as much as I usually did. Between me eating him out and whatever he’d been doing before I got back to the room, he was already telling me he was fine, gods, Sam, I’m fine, can you
please fuck me, please just fuck me.

  And since I wasn’t one to deny Ryan Foxheart his request, I picked up the dildo and slicked it up with the oil still on my hand. It was glistening by the time I was done with it. “You ready?”

  “Oh, now you ask me?” he snarked.

  “I fucking love you. Dude, you have no idea.”

  His face softened. “I think I do. And I love you too. Now fuck me with that thing so we can get on to the main event.”

  I dare anyone to say no to that.

  I wiped my hand off on the bedspread so it wouldn’t slip on the grip of the dildo. Satisfied I wouldn’t accidentally end up punching myself in the face, I pressed the tip against his asshole, almost unable to decide if I wanted to watch it fuck into him or watch his face as it entered.

  But since I didn’t know when I’d get to see something like this again, I chose the dildo. He whined lowly in his throat as it breached him. It had to hurt, at least a little bit, because he wasn’t quite ready for the girth of it. But instead of trying to pull his ass away from it, he lowered his legs a bit so he settled onto the dildo.

  “More,” he panted. “Fucking hell, Sam, more.”

  “Needy,” I said but gave it to him anyway. It only took a minute or two before the dildo was pressed to the hilt. I was entranced by the sight of it disappearing inside of him. We’d used toys before, sure, but nothing this big. My skin felt hot, my mind buzzing at the thought of where this was heading.

  I let go of the grip, watching the dildo bob up and down in his ass as he breathed. Then, just to be a bit of a dick, I flicked the grip hard. He gasped, head rocking back, hands tightening on the underside of his legs.

  “Shit,” he said, sounding wrecked. “Holy shit, you just—”

  “Watch your mouth,” I warned him. “You’re a knight of Verania.”

  He tilted his head forward again to glare at me. “Fuck,” he said. “Fucking shit.”

  I smacked the grip of the dildo again.

  He cried out, his whole body tensing. Before he could come down, I twisted his nipple, his skin slick with sweat. “Sam,” he breathed. “Oh gods, please. Just do it, please.”

  “You going to watch your mouth?”