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“Wait—”
Arsene hungrily watches a flush grow across his chest. His nipples darken and peak under Arsene’s gaze. He dips down to brush them with his lips, delighted to find they’re as tender as they look. Nur grabs his hair with a shudder.
“Uh,” he gasps, trying to tug Arsene back. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Fuckshouldn’t.” Arsene licks the soft bud and it stiffens under his tongue, salty and sweet and firm.
Nur cries out as Arsene’s teeth close gently around his delicate flesh.
“I can’t hold back. Not when you’re so close,” he rasps.
Arsene pulls off. Nur’s eyes are glazed over and his mouth trembles. “What do you need?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Nur begs.
His shame prickles like it’s Arsene’s own emotion. Arsene’s throat pulls tight with it. No one in New Yden seems to feel shame. And why would they? His brethren fight a righteous war against the King of Hell. None of them have secret thoughts, treasonous desires. Arsene is the only lowly rapier with dreams above his station. Not clever enough to achieve what he wants, too greedy to be satisfied with where he is. Shame itself makes him inadequate.
But Nur isn’t inadequate,his primus snarls.He’s perfect.
Arsene winds his fingers through Nur’s hair and pulls him in roughly. “Then don’t say it. Drink.”
Suddenly they’re horizontal. He revels in the way Nur’s firm, lithe form tangles with his. How can it be so sweet when it’s not what he ever expected? But Nur’s weight is delicious, and the way his hard muscles flex against Arsene lights him up. His eager cock already presses hard into the muscle of Arsene’s hip, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. Arsene rolls his hips, luxuriating in the friction.
Nur shudders. His eyes flash. Unhesitating, he strikes.
The now-familiar sting is quick and short, giving way to something deeper. The bond opens up as soon as Nur pricks his neck, and it releases a flood of something uncomfortably likelonging into their shared connection—whose longing, he doesn’t want to examine.
He groans, the electric sensation of being fed on shooting straight to his cock. It’s been hell trying to pretend he’s unaffected these past weeks. He wrestles his shirt and pants open as Nur writhes on top of him, suddenly desperate to be naked together. Then they are, Nur’s cool skin against his, slippery cockhead jerking against his stomach. Arsene’s hands mindlessly roam his sleek form. He’s lithe but powerful, holding Arsene down with possessive insistence. His hands drift lower, kneading the firm muscle of Nur’s ass, and Nur moans into his neck.
“Yess,” Arsene hisses, slipping two fingers between Nur’s ass cheeks to feel the twist as his slippery hole clenches. His sweet musk intensifies, hitting Arsene like a smack in the face.
Nur squirms and pushes back against his fingers. The strange pull of his feeding distracts Arsene and his hands go lax. He doesn’t want to fuck while it’s happening. It feels dangerously intimate.
“You want to be fucked?” he murmurs.
Nur’s fingers dig into his ribs and he whines.
“I need to hear it.”
Nur releases him with a groan of protest. The pull stops. Arsene strokes his hole as a reward and Nur lifts his head, a snarl on his lips showing his bloody teeth.
My blood. Arsene would never admit to the shudder that runs through him.
“You’re doing that on purpose to make me stop.”
“You’ve had plenty.” Arsene rubs the pad of his finger against Nur’s twitching hole, entranced by how the move darkens the flush on his cheeks and makes his lips part. “Tell me what else you want.”
“You…” Nur growls. “Conniving bastard.”
“Hmm, not quite.” Arsene taps his hole.
Nur’s eyes darken. “Arrogant, demanding asshole.”
“Wrong again.” He rolls his hips, pushing their cocks together. The long ridge along the bottom of his shaft is sensitive like this. It’s outsized from his time in the sentinel house but not quite fully formed to do its job—to swell and keep his cock inside his vergis’s hole. And eventually, to make a knot. But the feeling of Nur’s cock sliding against them has his eyes drifting shut. “I could come like this.”
“No. I want this inside me.” Nur’s fingers close around him just a hair too tight, pulling him back from the edge.
Arsene growls. “Show me.”
