He pushed Knight backward, moving with him until the back of Knight’s knees met the bed, forcing him to sit.
“Scoot up,” Saint said, his voice hoarse.
Knight moved up obediently, while Saint quickly divested himself of his clothes. Taking his cue, Knight’s robes melted off his frame, revealing him in all his naked glory.
Apart from the horns and the dark purple skin, he could’ve been the angel Saint had nicknamed him. His erection was curving toward his belly, a beady pearl of pre-come glistening at the slit.
Saint remembered how it had felt to have the three ridges underneath the tapered head create delicious friction inside him and squeezed his thighs in memory.
“Fuck,” he said on a groan, climbing onto the bed until he was kneeling between Knight’s spread legs, running his hands up his big thighs. “You’re so gorgeous.”
Knight’s red eyes glittered. Saint cupped his left hand around his flushed length and squeezed, his eyes greedily taking in the tight round balls underneath. Then he peeked even lower, at the dark, intimate space between his cheeks.
He looked back up, beginning to move his fist, stroking over Knight’s sinfully sexy prick. “There’s no way this thing went inside me last night,” he said gruffly. He squeezed over the head, thumb stroking the ridges, and watched as Knight’s balls spasmed in response. He looked up, meeting Knight’s eyes. “Must’ve used your magic or something.”
Knight groaned softly and started thrusting into his grip. “Want me to fuck you again?” His lips quirked, fangs flashing. “Harder this time, so there’s no fucking doubt.”
“Fuck.” Saint’s dick jerked. “That sounds like an excellent idea. But first ...”
He bent over and licked a stripe up Knight’s dick, closing his lips around the slightly tapered head.
“F-Fuck!Saint.” Knight groaned, tilting his head back, baring his throat.
Saint felt the stretch in his jaw as he took Knight into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the slit and sucking. He pulled off after a few moments, already out of breath when he hadn’t even done much.
Brow furrowed with concentration, he leaned down again, finding a balance between his breathing, sucking, and stroking, until he’d gotten a rhythm.
The moment he did, his eyes clenched shut with bliss, a thick groan of pleasure vibrating in the back of his throat. He couldn’t help but focus on the ridges under the head, loving the way they felt against his tongue, the roof of his mouth. His righthand moved down to his own length, which was stiff and leaking already.
Yes, Knight said into his head. Saint’s eyes fluttered open, settling on his.Almighty, just like that.Knight’s jaw was clenched, eyes bright and focused.Look so fucking pretty sucking my dick. Look at that mouth. Fuck, Saint, you’re so fucking lovely.
Saint moaned again, the praise making him take Knight just a little bit deeper, even though he was afraid of gagging and showing his inexperience.
The tremble in Knight’s thighs, the sound of his appreciative groans encouraged Saint to take more and more of him until his lips met his fist at the base of Knight’s dick.
Saliva pooled in his mouth, spilling past his lips. He swallowed instinctively, and Knight cried out, clutching at the sheets, his thighs tensing as he fought not to thrust. It made Saint feel so fucking heady. He had to stop stroking his own dick, afraid he’d come before he was ready.
He bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks, his hand fisted tightly over the base of Knight’s length.
“Almighty,” Knight snarled, his hips flexing uncontrollably, his dick pulsing in Saint’s mouth, leaking a fluid that tasted creamy and slightly sweet. “Shit, that’s so fucking good.”
He spread his thighs further when Saint reached up to cup and squeeze his balls, before trailing his fingers down questioningly.
Is this—?
Yes, Knight sent immediately. His red eyes brightened for a second, and when Saint’s fingers pressed between his cheeks and met his hole, he found him already wet and ready.
Saint’s dick jerked between his legs, leaking profusely. He groaned around Knight’s dick, pulling off to gasp, his hand taking over his strokes as he probed two fingers gently against Knight’s hole.
“I can take both,” Knight growled. “Come on, Saint. I want to feel you inside me.”
Saint moaned again, sinking two of his fingers into silky, tight heat. His mouth fell open, his hips subconsciously rocking, his brain trying to imagine all that sinful tightness around his dick.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
Knight bent his knees, giving Saint easier access. Saint had to sit up, shifting closer, eyes locked on where he was thrusting his fingers into him.
“Jesus.” He slowed his thrusts, testing the stretch with a third finger.
