“Why are you pretending, little bunny?” Knight leaned over him to whisper.
The sound of his voice, so low and so deep, made Saint’s lower belly clench up tight. “Fuckyou.”
Am I being too rough?Knight whispered into his head.
Don’t you fucking stop, Knight, I swear to God, Saint telepathically snarled back.
Knight laughed in his head. In reality, he whispered, “Oh, must we do this?”
“Let me go!”
“Why?” Knight sounded airy. Bored. Saint’s dick felt like it was on fire. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering. Knight yanked him up to his knees by his throat and his wrists. Saint couldn’t quite swallow down his moan at the manhandling, his dick flexing needily. “Oh? What was that sound? I want to hear it again.”
“Fuck you.” He was already dying for release, which made him want to dig his heels in, not wanting it to be over too soon. “Let me go.”
“No.”
Saint sucked in a sharp breath when Knight’s right hand left his throat and went around his body to find his hard, leaking dick. He was so desperate for it, so primed that his hips immediately jerked into the touch, a whine building in the back of his teeth.
He heard the sound of wings, then Knight was pressed intimately into his back, knees spread wide, framing Saint’s legs.
Knight rocked his hips forward, not bothering to muffle his pleased grunt as his hard length rubbed against Saint’s bound hands. Said hands curled traitorously, wanting to feel that girth against his palms.
Knight began to brutally stroke him off at the same time that he used Saint’s bound hands to get himself off.
The image of them on the forest floor—how lewd and debauched they must look—flashed through Saint’s mind, and he was suddenly on the brink.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—” he cried, his hips arching.
“Yes?” Knight prompted darkly, licking a stripe up his shoulder, then sucking a bruise into his throat. His fist tightened around Saint’s leaking, throbbing dick, pumping so fast—so hard and so fuckinggood, Saint’s eyes began to roll back into his skull.
“Yes!” he gasped, hips jerking. “Yes, yes,yes—”
Knight bit his shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for Saint to feel it—to feel the sharp points of his fangs.
He saw white. His mouth fell open on a soundless scream as he came and came hard, his spine arched so tautly it felt like he’d broken something.
“That’s it,” Knight was crooning, still milking his prick, making him mewl and see stars. “Fuck, that’s it.”
Knight let his wrists go and spun him around. Saint fell back onto the forest floor, wrapping his limp arms around Knight’s neck, thrusting his hands into his locs and yanking him down with him to join their lips.
They kissed hard, messily. Saint felt a spark of something—hetastedthat something in Knight’s mouth, smoky and rich like chicken suya—and on his next blink, they were back in his flat, on his bed.
“Fuck,” Saint panted. Had that been hismagic? “Knight. I c-can’t be quiet. The dog—”
Knight made a familiar complicated motion with his hand, then Saint let himself be swept up into his kiss.
Knight kissed him like it was going to be his last kiss on earth, like he’d never kiss again, licking and sucking on Saint’s lips, thrusting his tongue into his mouth until Saint’s dick began to harden again.
When Saint needed air, Knight began trailing kisses down his throat. He made a noise of frustration when his lips encountered the corner of Saint’s shirt and sat up. His eyes were glowing so brightly in the dark, a thin ring of red around large, black pupils.
“Take your fucking clothes off before I rip them off.”
Jesus.Saint moaned, his dick abruptly stiffening to full mast. He sat up, quickly removing his soft cotton shirt and bottoms and his underwear, throwing them off the side of the bed, uncaring where they landed.
“You too,” he said breathlessly, watching hungrily as Knight’s robes disappeared, melting from his body like they’d really been made from smoke.
Knight’s wings were spread wide behind his back, his locs falling down his back and shoulders like mossy vines. The goldenjewels in the thick strands glittered, making Saint think once again of how it made Knight look like royalty.
