“Riot—”
“Hands on the sink. Both of them.”
“My sling—”
“Good hand on the sink, then.” Riot dropped to his knees as he eased another finger inside, shuddering as Cass clenched around him. He needed to hold back, just a little this time. Cass deserved better than how he treated him in the cellar.
Riot pulled Cass’s legs over his shoulders, licking at the slick smeared on his inner thighs. The sound Cass made was not quiet nor was it transcendent.
“Shh.” He pulled his fingers from Cass’s dripping hole and only gave him a second of warning. “Bite something.”
Cass grabbed a fistful of his own robes and bit down on them.
“Good boy.” Riot licked a flat stripe from behind his balls to his cock and Cass’s spine arched hard enough to knock the soap dish off the counter. His tongue pressed against the opening—tight, fluttering, then slowly, slowly yielding as Cass’s thighs locked around his head and he keened through the gag.
More. Give me more of that sound.
“Riot—Ri—mmph—”
The gag was slipping. Cass was biting down, but the sounds were coming through anyway—half-words, broken syllables, the noise of someone being taken apart at the seams and trying to keep it contained in a house with walls made of spiritual optimism and approximately no soundproofing.
Riot wrapped his hand around Cass’s cock and began a few slow strokes, his tongue still working. Cass’s whole body went rigid, suspended, vibrating, his thighs shaking on either side of Riot’s face—and then he came. Hard. Sudden. His hips jerking, spilling over Riot’s fist, his teeth clamping down on the robe hard enough that Riot was sure he heard some threads pop. The clench around his tongue was rhythmic and devastating and he kept working Cass through it. Slower. Gentler. Until Cass grabbed Riot’s hair and yanked.
“Sensitive,” was the only thing Cass managed as he spit out his own robe, soaked in saliva.
Riot lowered his legs back to the ground and stood to turn Cass around and press him against the sink.
Cass still had that glazed over look on his face, bent forward, the robe hanging off one arm, trapped by his sling and his undershirt rucked to his armpits. Cass’s eyes widened, looking at himself, then to Riot in the mirror, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Watch,” Riot whispered in his ear, pressing against Cass as he worked his own pants down and kicked them to the side. “Open your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
Cass shook his head, his hand gripping the edge of the sink as Riot lined himself up, groaning as he pressed against the slick heat of Cass’s body.
You’re going to be calm and gentle and nice. Calm. Gentle. Nice.
He watched Cass’s eyes fly open as he pressed forward, just a bit, and Riot savored the way Cass’s body resisted at first, the tight ring fluttering in protest before parting around him. He was still impossibly tight, even after the cellar, but Riot pushed forward anyway.
“Breathe.” Riot’s forehead dropped against the back of Cass’s neck. “You’re doing so good for me, princess. So fucking good. Push back against me, princess. You can handle more.”
“It’s—it’s—so much,” Cass gasped, drool spilling from his lips into the sink like he had forgotten how to swallow. “I don’t know if—”
Calm. Nice. Gentle. Calm. Nice. Gentle.
“You can.” Riot kissed his neck, sucking gently at the salty skin as he thrusted forward a fraction more. “That’s it, princess. You can take it.”
Cass’s hips twitched back tentatively and he gasped again, biting down on his lower lip.
Fuck it.
Riot clamped his hand over Cass’s mouth, muffling a cry, and drove in fully. He started slow but built fast—long, deep strokes dragging through that slick blaze, each one pulling fractured sounds from Cass that vibrated through Riot’s palm. He gripped Cass’s hip, yanking him back to meet every thrust, the slap of skin on skin echoing like thunder in his ears.
“Look at yourself,” Riot panted, moving his hand to Cass’s jaw, forcing his head up. “See how you take me? How fucking good you look? Fuck, you’re perfect, princess, even when you’re squirming like it’s too much.”
Cass’s eyes in the mirror were liquid fire, his flush deepening with every rock. “Riot—it is too…oh heavens…I look—” He pursed his lips and moaned behind them, his eyelids fluttering.
The gold in Riot’s vision flared brighter, his control fraying as Cass’s bitten-off moans melted his thoughts into primal goo. Cass pushed back harder, meeting him, and Riot’s world narrowed to the vise-tight heat, the wet sounds, the scent of sex and sweat.
“That’s it.” Riot seized both hips, yanking harder. “You’re doing so good, Cass. I could fuck you all day like this.”
