Knight groaned as he ate his ass like it was breakfast, his eyes clenched shut, eyebrows furrowed like he really was savouring the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His tonguepumped into Saint like a dexterous tentacle, curling and shifting, reaching places inside him that Saint wasn’t even aware had existed.
He frantically reached for his weeping dick with his left hand, needing to come.
Knight’s eyes flew open. Saint’s hands were yanked up above his head by an invisible force and pinned.
“Knight.” His dick flexed against his belly, his balls jerking. His asshole clamped around Knight’s tongue, which only drove him wilder.
Not yet, Knight commanded roughly.
“Fuck.” Saint’s thighs began to shake.
Knight leaned up slightly, his lips glistening. His red eyes flashed in the darkness and a slick finger probed against Saint’s slightly stretched hole, the nail blunt. He must’ve retracted his claws.
It sank in with barely any resistance.
Knight lowered his head once more, then slid his tongue in alongside his finger.
Saint felt like he was coming even though he clearly wasn’t, his dick so stiff he could’ve pounded nails with it.
The movement of Knight’s tongue and his finger had grown sloppy, uncoordinated. Saint only then noticed that Knight had his hips lifted off the bed, like any slight pressure to his dick would send him flying off the edge. The thought buoyed Saint’s own pleasure, pre-come streaming from his slit like a faulty tap.
Knight added another finger.
“Please,” Saint begged. “Oh please oh please oh please—”
Not yet.
“I’m going to die if you don’t get your dick inside me right fucking now, Knight.”
You’re not going to die.Amusement coloured the words.Don’t be so dramatic.
Saint arched, clamping down hard again when Knight added a third finger. He didn’t know if Knight was using magic or if it was that amazingly slick tongue, or if he was just that stretched, but all he felt was a sharp sting, which quickly faded the longer Knight remained still, waiting for him to adjust.
Yes, Saint sent through the link when he was ready.Please, please, move—
Knight obeyed, thrusting his fingers, gently flexing them, working on loosening him up. His tongue rolled between each finger, his saliva acting like the best kind of lube. He kept glancing just off Saint’s prostate with the tips of his fingers, making Saint feel like he was going to lose his mind.
He looked up from between Saint’s legs, glowing red eyes meeting his.
Is that good?He firmly stroked against that sweet, swollen spot as he asked, nearly sending Saint’s hips flying off the bed.
Yes, yes, please, please—
You feel so full, huh? Exactly how you like it, yeah?
“Oh God,please,” Saint begged out loud, gasping, clenching rhythmically around the fingers inside him, utterly wanton. “Make me come, make me come, make me come—”
Not yet.
“Ineedit.” Saint didn’t care how shameless he sounded. “I need it. Fuck, Knight, I needyou.”
Something about those last three words hit Knight like a punch to the solar plexus. He’d been managing to ignore his own pleasure and arousal, wanting this night to be something Saintnever forgot, as he’d requested, but the moment Saint spoke those words, his resolve broke.
He slid his tongue out of Saint and quickly moved up, licking a stripe up his flushed, leaking dick before swallowing it down his throat. At the same time, he curled his fingers.
Saint’s entire body tensed, his lovely thighs shaking as he came, mouth parted on a silent scream, arse clamping down tight on Knight’s still thrusting fingers. Knight let his magic restraints go, and Saint’s hands immediately buried themselves in his locs, holding on tight.
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my God.” He sobbed as Knight kept bobbing his head, cheeks hollowed, sucking every last drop from his throbbing prick, fingers gently milking his prostate. There were tears in Saint’s eyes, glittering on his lashes. “Oh fuck. Oh God.” The scent of him right now? Knight wished he could bottle it.
