by R Phoenix
He felt an immediate rush of lust emanate from Leandro and an undoing of tension in his own body as he fell into an easy rhythm, bobbing his head up and down along Leandro’s cock.
The fae buried his fingers in Kolt’s long hair, brushing it away from his face carefully and drawing it back in a fist.
“You’re so perfect like that, but I want to watch you.” Leandro moaned.
Kolt cast a heated look up at him through his eyelashes as he continued to let the man’s cock slide between his lips.
“I didn’t even think it was possible for you to be this perfect…” Leandro continued as he gazed down at Kolt, eyes heavy lidded with pleasure. He slowly arched up, pushing his cock further into Kolt’s mouth with a quiet moan. “You’re truly special.”
He liked hearing the compliments, and he liked the view as he looked up at Leandro’s lust filled eyes. He also liked the feeling of the fae’s hands in his hair, and he liked the weight of that cock on his tongue and the way it was slid back into him with care—
He moaned softly around it, sucking Leandro’s dick as far into his mouth as he could manage, burying his nose against Leandro’s abdomen. Leandro held him there for a moment, his hand twisting deeper into Kolt’s hair. Kolt endured it for as long as he could before slowly pulling back. He let the man’s cock slide from his mouth almost completely, sucking gently on the head and flicking his tongue along the slit, hoping to drive Leandro mad before long, to make him beg for more.
“Tease,” Leandro groaned heavily, tilting his head back. “But keep doing exactly… that,” he added on the next breath he could finish. “Feels fucking amazing.”
He felt the swell of lust from Leandro with every teasing flick of his tongue, but he resisted the urge to feed. He didn’t want this to be about that. He wanted this for… for this.
He redoubled his efforts, sucking down that cock once more in an agonizingly slow pace, applying suction as he went. Leandro’s hips twitched as the fae tried to push into his mouth harder, faster, further, but Kolt grabbed a gentle hold of the fae’s thighs.
“Fuck… “ Leandro breathed.
Once again, Kolt could feel the pressure against the back of his head as Leandro held him in place on his cock. This time there was something else too, the slide of fingers along his back turning harder and sharper until he felt the sharp sting of fingernails biting into his back.
The feeling startled him and he grunted against Leandro’s cock, squirming a little before arching up into the touch. The movement made his throat close tighter around the cock in it, and Leandro’s nails dug deeper, harder, into his skin.
Kolt gagged and squirmed under the pressure, making it hard to focus on what he’d been doing, and he pushed himself up.
Breathing heavily, he crawled into Leandro’s lap, pressing his own cock against Leandro’s slickened and harder one as he did. He leaned in to kiss the fae, hard and a little demanding, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck as he pulled himself close. The kiss was already rough, and it turned a little harder and more frantic when he felt those fingernails scratch down his back once more. The feeling was tantalizing, and he wasn’t sure if it was in a good or a bad way, but it drove his need and lust on, if nothing else.
“Fuck me,” he breathed against Leandro’s lips. “I want you to fuck me.” He pushed a little more as he ground into the fae’s hard body.
Leandro grinned, and Kolt pressed a hard kiss against those wolfish teeth. He didn’t want to beg but…
“Fuck yourself on me, Kolt,” Leandro said slyly. “Ride me hard.” He wound his arm around Kolt’s waist to press him down against the fae’s hard cock. “Fuck me good, and I’ll make you hurt in all the best ways. Doesn’t that sound good?”
He stilled then, feeling those long fingers drag along his back like a promise — or a threat, he hadn’t decided yet.
He pulled away from Leandro a fraction, casting him a cautious look, only to be met with the steady, unwavering gaze full of desire.
Did he want this? Would it really feel good…?
He realized he had every opportunity to refuse, that he could balk and stop what they were doing right there, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to fuck, really fuck…!
He wet his lips and kissed Leandro again, not really answering the question, but pressing closer against him regardless.
“Okay,” he murmured, not sounding entirely confident but nodding anyway as he continued to frantically kiss Leandro. The nerves were back, and it made him a little more reckless, a little less polished, and he shifted in Leandro’s lap. “Okay,” he repeated, kissing him a few more times while gently pushing the fae back onto the bed.
“We’ll start slow,” Leandro said, running his hands along Kolt’s thighs, dragging his nails along the soft, smooth, perfect skin. “You can always beg for more once you start to enjoy the pleasure and the pain winding together to euphoria…” the man promised, sounding poetic, but Kolt wasn’t sold on the idea just yet.
Part of him wanted to tell the man to just shut up and let him figure it out, but he didn’t. He busied himself with retrieving the lubricant from the nightstand, slathering a hefty amount on his hand and coating Leandro’s cock in it all in short order. Again his nerves were up, his anxiousness building in his gut as he leaned forward to slide a finger inside of himself, to prepare his body as much as he could. His breathing grew a little heavier again as he added a second finger. He tried not to look at Leandro, even though he was face to face with him, and quite close at that.
“You’re so lovely, touching your perfect body for me,” Leandro cooed, stroking his own cock as he watched Kolt. “I think I could get used to this.”
Kolt drew in a deep breath, glancing at Leandro briefly. It was too much though, and he felt a hot blush rush to his cheeks again. Fuck! He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Leandro’s chest as he withdrew his fingers.
“It’s weird when you watch me…” he whined quietly, even though he knew it was a little unfair to tell the fae he couldn’t watch. He was Leandro’s fantasy come to life, after all.
Leandro shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.”
Would he? Would he do it often enough to where he could get used to it?
Kolt decided to just get the show on the road instead of thinking it to death. He straightened up a little again — purposely not looking at Leandro yet though, or he’d lose his fucking nerve.
He nudged the man’s hand away from his cock and positioned himself over it. It was just sex; it was just fucking.
It— it wasn’t that different. He had to remind himself of that, and he bit his lower lip as he tried to pull himself together. Maybe he should feed. It was easier to get lost in the feelings then.
He finally met Leandro’s eyes again, and he could already feel the blush reignite, though he didn’t let it stop him this time. He slowly lowered himself onto Leandro’s slick cock, letting it slide inside of him slowly, inch by tight inch.
Leandro’s eyes, still so laden with desire, drifted half-closed. With a groan, he grabbed hold of Kolt’s hips. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t dig his fingers into his skin or pull him down like he’d half expected the fae to do.
By the time Leandro was buried completely inside of him, Kolt was breathing hard and sweat was beading along his skin. He let out a shuddery breath as he tried to relax more, but with Leandro’s girth, it was easier said than done. The fae’s cock didn’t look that big, but inside of him it always felt so much bigger. He wiggled his ass slightly, tentatively, not entirely sure what was expected of him.
“You’re so beautiful, Kol’tso…” Leandro said in a reverent tone of voice, and the man’s arms circled around his waist as he sat up — as much as was physically possible with Kolt on his cock anyway. Leandro’s lips brushed against his, soft and gentle until Kolt felt the urge to grab the back of the fae’s neck and kiss him harder, fiercer. Feeling the press of Leandro’s tongue against his own seemed to
kick some instinct off in him and he arched his back, rolling his hips back as well. Kolt gasped into the kiss, because it felt—
“Wow…” he breathed out as he rolled his hips a second time. It was incredible to feel the way Leandro stretched him, filled him up, then the movement sending all manner of pleasure centers off. It made it easier to lose himself instead of being so fucking self-conscious — which seemed ridiculous, for an incubus to be self-conscious about sex.
He slowly opened his eyes, looking into Leandro’s as he continued to find out his range of motion. First just his hips, rolling them forward and back, then a rotation that drew a moan from Leandro. Kolt flashed him a grin before he breathlessly slid himself up and down that hard cock.
Leandro returned his grin, his hands sliding to Kolt’s back again. Kolt tensed a little as fingernails grazed his skin, but Leandro’s touch remained light. He was well aware of it, but it wasn’t as painful as it had been before — and he wasn’t sure if that was a relief or a disappointment.
As though reading his mind, the fae purred, “Do you want more?”
As if he had a fucking clue… He was still just trying to breathe while getting the hang of riding Leandro.
“Hang on…” he said with a breathless laugh. “I don’t know what— what I want anymore,” he admitted, trying to get his head around it all. He moaned as he lowered himself back onto Leandro, fucking him a little harder, with a little more confidence. If it wasn’t good, Leandro would’ve told him by now, right? He began to find a rhythm then too, back and down, forward and up, grinding on the down, muscle tension on the up— He caught his breath along with the rhythm, though he was still breathing hard.
Leandro’s touch remained light on his skin, fingertips ghosting trails along it instead of his fingernails. “As long as you keep doing just that, I’ll hang on as long as you’d like.” He tilted his head back, though his eyes never left Kolt. It still felt like the fae was drinking in the sight of him somehow, as though he couldn’t get enough of him, and it was flattering as hell, it boosted his confidence a little more and he grinned, arching his back a little more, making himself a little taller on top of the fae’s cock—it was midstretch that it seemed as if he’d been struck by beautiful and delicious fucking lightning. It drew a startled pitchy gasp from him, leaving him a little wide-eyed and slack jawed.
“Fuck…” he breathed, grinding down faster and deeper to try and find that same spot again.
Leandro let out a low groan, and Kolt felt the bite of those fingernails in the small of his back. “Of course, I might not be able to last forever if you keep doing that, Kol’tso.”
It didn’t hurt much then, and the twinge of pain he felt paled in comparison to what he felt when he managed to find his own prostate a second time. It felt amazing, and empowering, and he grabbed a hold of one of Leandro’s shoulders, giving him something for leverage as he continued to fuck himself hard on the fae’s beautiful dick.
“Fuck,” Kolt moaned again, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
It was easier to hit his prostate each time, though he startled when one of Leandro’s hands found his cock. The fae started to stroke him in time with the thrusts. The nails of his other hand dug into his back, sending more small twinges of pain through him.
But Leandro was right. There was a point where the pain and the pleasure intersected and augmented each other, and he’d stumbled onto it somewhere along the line. He moaned a little louder, digging his own nails into Leandro’s shoulders as he held tight, evoking a groan from Leandro. His cock twitched in Leandro’s hand, the double stimulation quickly building to excess.
His legs trembled, and the sensations were dizzying. Leandro’s thumb slid over the tip of Kolt’s cock, then twisted deftly, and he whispered, “Come for me, Kolt.”
He let out a strangled sound at the words, looking back at Leandro, while shaking his head. He wanted this to last for fucking ever. Leandro wasn’t about to take no for an answer though. As he smirked, the fae’s air magic tickled along the skin of his back, then his chest, cooling down his hot skin and tickling past his nipples, up to his neck and ear and—
It was like Leandro was everywhere, and the heat of his hand seemed so much hotter on his cock now. He moaned, a long drawn out sound as Leandro fingered the slit of his cock, working more blood into the head of it until he couldn’t fucking take it anymore. He spilled his seed over Leandro’s hand and chest, his body going hard and rigid for a few moments as his muscles refused to take orders from anything for several heartbeats.
Leandro took over where he stilled, grabbing Kolt’s hips to hold him in place as he started to thrust up into him. Hard and fast, he fucked Kolt through his orgasm, and the tightening of his body had Leandro moaning and bucking up into him erratically. It seemed like only seconds before the fae’s release spilled deep inside of him.
Kolt couldn’t resist the temptation to feed on the intense wave of lust and desire, letting it sweep over him in the wake of his orgasm. The heated concentrate of Leandro’s emotions rendered him utterly boneless for the final few harsh thrusts from the fae. He felt like a ragdoll when Leandro eventually sagged back into the mattress, leaving Kolt with a trembling core, trying to remain upright.
“See? Perfect,” Leandro said, gazing up at him with a wolfish smirk on his lips that belied the orgasm they’d just shared.
Leandro looked like he could go again, while Kolt felt— wonderful, but like he’d been hung out to dry. If it wasn’t for the last minute feed he would’ve likely already been curled up in bed for a fucking nap.
“I’ve never—” Kolt said, trying to catch his breath, and form a sentence. “Never—” He gave up. Words escaped him and he just offered Leandro a giddy grin, steadying himself with his hands on Leandro’s chest.
Arching a brow, Leandro prompted, “Never…? Tell me what you… never, my Kolt.”
He shook his head, not sure what to say to convey the magnitude of what had just happened.
“Just—” He shook his head again, letting himself slowly roll off of Leandro and collapse in a sweaty pile of relaxed limbs next to the fae. “I mean, I’ve… I’ve fucked, obviously, but I’ve… never…” He made a vague hand gesture, as his heart rate slowly went back to normal and his breathing followed suit.
Leandro turned onto his side to face him, sweat beading his brow as he settled contentedly next to Kolt. “You can’t tell me you’ve never come before,” he said dryly, though his voice gentled when he murmured, “you were magnificent.”
Kolt scoffed. “Of course I have,” he said, though he honestly wasn’t sure how often, and it wasn’t nearly as often as he’d had sex. “It’s just never been… like this. Just for fun and sex, and not worry about feeding, or getting it over with.” He fidgeted with his hands before glancing over at Leandro. “I’ve never had sex just for the pleasure of it…” he said, finally finding all the words he needed.
Leandro blinked at him, and it seemed to take a moment for the words to register. But when they did, his grin turned into something even more pleased. “I wouldn’t have been able to guess,” he said, considering Kolt for a moment. “But I’m pleased it was fun. It should always be fun.”
“Hmm…” Kolt hummed, still feeling giddy as he bit his lower lip. “Is it all you’ve dreamt of?" he asked curiously. “The perfect body…?”
“Better than I could possibly dream of,” Leandro reassured him. He sounded sincere, and he reached over to touch the blond strands of Kolt’s hair. “Beautiful, talented, enthusiastic…” He smiled. “Everything I could ask for.”
It didn’t hurt to hear those words, and Kolt smiled dolefully.
“Utterly fucking naked, until you buy me clothes…?” he supplied.
Leandro laughed, twirling a few locks of Kolt’s hair between his fingers. “I would certainly have no issues with you remaining naked for me.”
“Me neither,” Kolt assured. “But you promised me a wardrobe, and then you can always
look forward to undressing me.”
“I’ll let you choose anything you want,” Leandro agreed. “We’ll go shopping today. We’ll buy plenty of clothes for me to strip you of. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” Kolt said with a grin.
“Good.” Leandro leaned in, lazily claiming a kiss. “Come, then. We have plenty to do.”
The End
About Morgan Noel
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