He stopped, holding his breath. He felt the knocking again. His breath caught, and his dick stiffened even further, pounding agonisingly.
He mentally pictured a door in his head opening, giving Knight permission.
Enjoying yourself, little bunny?
Fuck. Saint’s hips jerked, his dick bulging in his fist at the husky sound of his voice. Guess demons did have supernatural senses, then.
Instead of shying away like he instinctively wanted to, he replied, Yes, I am. Very much.
Fuck. It was Knight’s turn to curse.Tell me exactly what filthy thing you’re doing, Saint.
Saint’s fist began to move, slow and torturous over his straining length.Stroking my dick.
Mm. Does it feel good?
He was shaking, his balls pulled up tight to his body already. Knight’s voice in his head sounded so intimate; more intimate than he’d imagined phone sex might be.Yes. So fucking good, Knight.
Good. Stop.
Saint whined, hips jerking. He quickly let go of his prick, turning to press his forehead against the tile, every inch of him burning.Fuck. He’d almost come at the command.Knight. He was so hard his erection stood straight up, pressing insistently against the curve of his belly.
He felt a slight pressure against his hole. He whipped his head around, heart pounding, but there was nothing and no one there.
Knight?
Hands on the wall, bunny.
Holy shit. Saint spun back around, his hands obediently slapping on the tile.
The pressure pushed unerringly into him, filling him up and making him cry out, lifting onto his toes, fingers scrabbling at the tile. Oh my God. Oh my God. It didn’t hurt, but he felt every inch as it stretched him as wide as he could go just short of hurting him, until it was pressing against his swollen prostate.
Feel that?
Knight, fuck, fuck, oh my God.
His hips flew forward, his arse clenching around the girth inside him when he felt another invisible touch on his dick, wrapping around it tight and stroking. At the same time, the pressure in his ass began to move.
Saint frantically, helplessly rocked his hips, eyelids fluttering, his palms pressed so tightly to the tile they hurt. It was a different but just as intense kind of pleasure when his restraints were all in his own head.
Saint was almost embarrassed he didn’t last long at all. All he needed was a warm pressure against the tight, sensitive points of his nipples and he was coming with a strained, broken cry, the orgasm so intense black spots danced in front of his eyes. Knight didn’t stop his magic until Saint was whimpering, trembling in oversensitivity.
All right?Warmth surrounded him on all sides, the pressure in his ass, around his dick and nipples easing, then disappearing.
Yes. Jesus, Knight.
His response was a pleased, little rumble.
Saint had to rest against the wall for a few moments before he regained strength enough to shower properly.
When he came out of the bathroom still on jelly-legs, Knight was on the bed, his eyelids low on his eyes, pupils so wide they nearly swallowed the glowing red of his iris.
Jesus Christ.Saint took in his flushed cheeks, his loosely spread thighs, and the slightly rapid rise and fall of his chest.Fuck. Did you—while you were—while I was—?
Yes.
Oh Jesus. Despite the intense orgasm, his dick threatened to rise again. Though he still felt self-conscious, he didn’t tell Knight to look away as he headed to get dressed. After last night—after just now …
You don’t have to turn away if you don’t want to, he said through the bond, still too shy to say it out loud.
