“Ah, shit!” he cried, and I promptly swallowed a breath as I forced our lips together.
As I ran my tongue across his teeth, he parted for me, and I explored his mouth. Every moaned whine came out muffled, and I cherished their taste, devouring them as if they were the very fuel needed for me to continue living. Drunk off his sounds, I leveraged my hold, rocking him back and forth on me, which earned a breathless pant as he pulled away to gather oxygen.
“Gods, Syoran.Fuuuck.”
“That’s right. I’m your fucking god,” I groaned, gathering the joint between my lips for yet another drag.
Snatching the back of his neck with the same hand, I forced him toward me. With an intentional roll of my hips, I watched his lids flutter as his eyes rolled, lips parting as he released a lengthened moan.
Which I took advantage of.
With smoke-filled lungs, I kissed him, breathing the substance into his mouth and down his throat. As if encouraged by the sensation, he raised himself before slipping back down my length, finding his rhythm. Our touches merged, saliva joining as we consumed one another. His tongue swept across mine, and I battled with it, fucking his mouth just as I fucked his ass.
Satisfied with the high slithering through my veins, I dropped the joint into the ashtray. Quick to return, I gathered his cock in one hand, the other continuing to keep pressure on his hips.
Brushing my fingertips over his crown, he bucked forward instinctively, and I chuckled. “Sensitive?”
His forehead rested against mine, and he nodded breathlessly. “Yes…”
“Good.” Releasing him, I spat into my palm before returning, stroking him with agonizing slowness. “How’s that?”
“F-Fuck… Syoran.”
Not quite.
Taking advantage of his descent, I ground my hips into him, pressing against the spot I knew very well would make him come undone. Simultaneously, I tightened my grip on his cock and increased my speed. Jerking him three times, I pressed against his prostate, and that was all it took for me to get what I wanted.
A whimper.
“G-G-Gods… s-shit!” Caspian cried out, his legs tensing to give away his closeness.
“Are you going to cum for me?” I asked, driving up into him with the same intention once more.
“I-I’m close,” he whimpered, and I smirked.
Leaning forward just enough, I gathered his chain between my teeth. “Then cum, Caspian Vayne.”
Without wasting another breath, I drove my head into the cushions, yanking on his piercings with a harshness I knew he craved. He growled in reply, which urged me to curl the metal around my tongue once before pulling again. The second served as the lever I’d looked for, and his entire body stiffened. His seed coated my abdomen as his chin tipped skyward, a gasped moan escaping him, followed by a handful of breathless whines.
All it took before I reached my peak was hearing his cries of pleasure and driving into him two more times. Riding the wave of euphoria that washed over me, I came undone while buried inside him.
Our heaved pants mixed, harsh breaths providing enough insight to anyone who may have been listening. And gods, part of me hoped someone specific had been, because it granted me the opportunity to show just how much control I held. A level of command I knew Saph would curse me for.
“Shiiit…” Caspian breathed, pulling me from my internalized ego trip.
My chest rose with a laugh as I shook my head, spooling my hand through his hair once more. Dragging my fingers up my abdomen, I coated them in his cum. With one shift, my hand moved from his locks to his cheeks, and I squeezed them as I forced him back. Bringing my cum-coated digits to my mouth, I held eye contact as I cleaned each of them, just as he’d done withmyblood.
His bottom lip quivered as he watched, and only once I was finished did I pull him toward me. “Open.”
He raised his brows but did as he was asked, and I rewarded him with a mix of my spit and his seed before our mouths collided once more. Sloppy, heated kisses returned, and I allowed them, letting myself consume his intoxicating essence for as long as he’d allow me.
CHAPTER 29
Pasts Connected
ROHEN
What I was feeling wasn’t a high that one could achieve from liquor or any of the promising drugs that swathed our land. No, this was something completely different, and I basked in it.
