“I hate you,” said Eric petulantly.
“That’s a very mean thing to say to someone who just brought you to the height of pleasure,” said Ix. “And coming from a man who couldn’t even be bothered to reciprocate.”
Spluttering, Eric punched Ix lightly in the arm, which had no effect given Ix was built like a solid oak tree. He caught sight of the bite, which was less of a mark and more of a full reddened imprint of Eric’s teeth embedded in Ix’s forearm. “Oh hells! That looks – I’m so sorry.”
“Eric,” said Ix pointedly as he sat up to reveal the tent in his breeches to show where he was still hard.
“You… liked that?” asked Eric blankly. Ix delicately licked his thumb clean, maintaining eye contact with Eric the entire time. Ah. It seemed Eric was a bit slow on the uptake. He wasn’t surewhat had changed, what had taken them from Ix ignoring any time Eric’s discretion slipped, but he wasn’t about to question it. If Ix came to his senses after this, Eric would still savor… whatever this was.
Eric’s hands shook as he reached for Ix’s breech laces in return. And because Ix could never, ever make it easy for him, he pulled back, making the laces come undone but staying just a hand’s width out of reach. Ix settled himself at the top of the bed as Eric ended up crawling up over his legs, pawing at the loosened fabric to slide the breeches down over Ix’s tree-trunk thighs.
As Ix’s cock sprang free, Eric was mortified to find his mouth watering instantly. He swallowed thickly and wrapped his hand around the shaft of it, hesitant at first and then more firmly. It felt similar to his own and yet different; he explored the heft of it with his hand.
“Hm,” said Ix, leaning against the headboard. “I see how this shape would be easier for humans.”
Eric was going to ignore that implication. He had to, for his own sanity, because it was hanging on by the most tenuous of threads already. Twisting his hand around Ix’s cock, Eric asked, “Does it feel good?”
“It’s not bad.”
Eric was going to kill him. Affecting Ix’s tone, he drawled,“Then what would please His Royal Highness?”
“Don’t you want it inside you?”
“What?” Eric was so startled that he stopped, only moving his hand again when Ix made an impatient gesture.
“Don’t you want me inside you?” Ix’s grin was feline, predatory; Eric couldn’t decide whether he wanted to punch or kiss it off his face. And not only had he noticed that little change in wording the second time, but his body had reacted with a visceral shudder so he couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t.
Eric scowled at Ixthan who was going to make him say it out loud. Through gritted teeth, he ground out, “Yes. Godsdamn you, Ix. Yes, I want you inside me.”
The words hung in the charged air between them as a mist of lust and humiliation descended on Eric. He thought for one wild moment that Ix would turn him down after all that when he didn’t reply. His breath came out short, almost panicked, until Ix fisted a handful of his disheveled shirt and yanked him forward, making him hoist a leg to straddle Ix’s waist.
Their kiss was sloppy, too full of teeth and tongue and the wet ache of relief, but Eric still resented it when Ix pushed them apart for long enough to rid Eric of his shirt. He felt horribly exposed as Ix raked his eyes down Eric’s chest; he had to remind himself it wasn’t anything Ix hadn’t seen before.
“There’s oil in the nightstand.” Ix made a gesture, and Eric leaned over to pull open the drawer and retrieve a small jar.
Eric made an embarrassingly wet incoherent noise when he opened the jar, because it smelled of Ix. Or, not of Ix, but of the notes he associated with Ix. Of vanilla and musk, and the idea of him smelling like Ix down there was awful, terrible, inconceivable, he had never wanted anything more in his life. He’d just come and his cock was already twitching with interest again.
Ix took the decision, and the jar, out of his hands, smearing the oil liberally over his fingers and trailing his hand down Eric’s ribs, over the ridge of his hip, the curve of his buttock. Even though Ixthan barely brushed a fingertip between his asscheeks, Eric let out a breath as explosively as if he’d been punched.
Ix raised an eyebrow.
“Not a word,” snapped Eric. “Do it again.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Ix ran his finger around the sensitive edge of Eric’s asshole and Eric melted into it with a sigh. It had been a while since he touched himself like this, thelast few months hadn’t exactly been conducive to the mood, but his body remembered how much he enjoyed it. He sank back onto Ix’s finger, the oil easing the way.
“There’s some advantage to these stubby human fingers,” murmured Ix, and that was all the warning Eric got before Ix added a second finger and thrust hard into him. Eric cried out, matching the pain of being stretched open before his body adjusted. It wasn’t Ix’s first time either; he knew how to angle his hand, to search for that spot inside of Eric to make the cry turn into a moan.
Eric almost forgot he was supposed to be reciprocating until Ixthan withdrew his fingers. “That’ll do.”
No, Eric wanted to say,that won’t do at all. I need more.But Ix put his hands on Eric’s hips and moved him back until Eric got the hint, helped Ix line up his cock against his ass. He sank down onto it slowly, relishing the sensation of feeling stretched, filled, the slide of skin on skin as he did it again until his ass was flush with Ix’s groin.
“We shall be here until the next solstice if you don’t move faster,” said Ix, but his heavy breathing took the edge off his words. He grabbed Eric’s hips and shifted them, so fast that Eric fell forward onto his chest as Ix braced his feet on the bed and thrust up.
Oh. Pleasure lanced through Eric’s spine as Ix set the rhythm fast and hard, fucking up into Eric. The pain bled into pleasure and Eric was hard again, his cock pressed between them. He could feel the pressure building, almost bursting.
“Not yet,” whispered Ix in his ear, Eric’s mind so addled he barely registered the words. He whimpered, because he was close and then yelled as Ix tugged at his hair, a sharp burst of pain breaking through.
“Ow! Ixthan!”
