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“Give me what I—ah!” Nur breaks off as something hot glides over his cock.
“I will. Later.”
Arsene holds Nur’s cock upright and licks it again, using the broad flat of his tongue on the sensitive underside. A humiliating noise escapes Nur and his hips jerk, pushing his cock past Arsene’s lips. He’s suddenly surrounded by a warmth that drips down his shaft and into his balls, all the way to his hole, wet and needy and burning.
“Please,” he gasps, thrusting shallowly.
Arsene groans around him, his lips stretched tight as he applies astounding, brain-melting suction that somehow still isn’t enough. The sight of his mouth around Nur’s cock makes him crazy. Mindlessly, Nur shoves deeper, seeking more. His body thrums with heat. He needs to—to fuck, to spill his seed inside his mate’s body…an urge that isn’t his own. His faceflames when he realizes he’s feeling Arsene’s desire through the bond.Filthy angel.
“Do it,” he orders through clenched teeth. Arsene’s lips rise and fall on his shaft, bringing him almost to the edge, but he needs something else. “Fill me. Fuck me. Split me open.”
In response, Arsene strokes his entrance with slick-soaked fingers. Before he can demand again, a thick intrusion makes him choke. Arsene comes off his cock with a wet noise and groans into his hip.
“Needy bastard.”
“If you can’t satisfy me?—”
He pushes his fingers in to the root and Nur forgets what he was saying. His head lolls back.Yes. That’s what he needs. The pull on his soul is replaced with the feeling of Arsene inside him, around him.
Then he’s empty again.
He whines. “No!”
“Just wait.” Arsene fumbles at the buttons on his shirt with slick-wet hands. A flush blooms across his cheeks, hot and hungry. He tosses his shirt away and sits back on his haunches to open his pants. Nur comes up on his elbows, mouth watering as Arsene pulls his cock out. It’s thick and powerful, a dark red blush seeping down the ridge of his shaft. It pulses in his hand. He palms his heavy balls and his lips part, broad chest heaving. His perfect hair is disheveled from Nur’s fingers and his gaze is ravenous
Mine, mine, mine.
“I’m going to wipe everything from your mind except my cock,” he growls, his eyes gleaming.
“Then do it.”
Nur starts to turn over, but Arsene stops him with one hand.
“Like this. Lift your knees back. Show me how much your hole needs it.”
Nur groans. He can’t help but obey. He pulls his knees up to his chest and spreads his legs, exposing his sopping hole and the tender spot behind his balls. He hears Arsene suck in a breath, then feels him shuffle forward on his knees and drags Nur’s hips close, angling Nur’s ass up onto his thighs. Nur peeks through his legs to catch a glimpse of that massive cock, waving eagerly. The smell of it has him ready to beg. He digs his teeth into his lip to keep quiet, and the soft flesh yields with a sting that’s oh-so-satisfying.
Arsene looms over him abruptly. “Don’t do that.”
To Nur’s shock, Arsene’s tongue darts out to lick the ichor that wells there. Both of them freeze as a bright, sharp ping erupts through the bond. Nur tastes himself on Arsene’s tongue.
Slowly, he wipes his thumb across his lip and brings it to Arsene’s lips.
“How does it taste?” he rasps.
Arsene closes his lips around the digit and his tongue massages the sensitive pad of Nur’s finger.
“Bitter,” he whispers. “Like ash. But rich. It’s the taste of you. I want to taste it again.”
Nur licks his thumb, tasting Arsene’s mouth and his ichor mingled together. His soul sings. Something blunt and hot nudges up and down his crease, stroking his entrance, a promise. Arsene’s arm shifts as he directs his cock, and Nur bites down on his thumb with a moan. All of the angel’s shame slips away like sand when they fuck, leaving a cruel tease.Perfect, his vergis whispers.He’s perfect, he’s yours.
Stop, Nur tells it, then the thick head head of Arsene’s cock is splitting him wide and everything else flies out of his head. He yells with relief. He’s full. Finally. Arsene grabs his wrist as he pushes in deeper, his invasive member gliding easily through Nur’s slick to open him wider, make room for him inside Nur. Then his mouth is around Nur’s thumb and he’s sucking theichor out, tugging on his core, pulling all of his nerves to one place.
“Ah!” Nur pants and squirms as he’s assaulted by sensation on every side.
“You like that,” Arsene rumbles.
“Shut up,” Nur gasps. The words falling from Arsene’s lips make him want to beg. “Shut up, just do it.”
