Hakeem sighs, lifting his glasses off his face for a second to rub his eyes, settling on Eddie’s bed. He grabs a plush pillow from the middle, hugging it close and inhaling deeply. The boys call Eddie daily after his training, about an hour from now, but it hasn’t been the same. Hakeem’s heart painsat the thought of Eddie struggling through the harsh training it would take to control the Lycan. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, he buries his face against the pillow.
Hakeem jolts upright at a slow knock at the door. “Daaar-ling,” sings Jackson, “come out, come out wherever you are.” Hakeem hugs the pillow closer, giggling mischievously at the charmed door, muffling his laughter behind the fabric. “You never cease to amaze me, my love. A spell to keep me out, turning on all the lights to limit the amount of shadows in the room. You aren’t making this easy.” Hakeem’s grin grows, heart warmed by Jackson’s kind words. “However,” Hakeem’s brow furrows, “did you check for monsters under the bed?”
Hakeem freezes when he remembers; Eddie’s bed is on a four poster frame, with ample space underneath.
He scrambles for the wand just as three tendrils of darkness shoot out from underneath the bed, racing towards the light switches. Aiming the wand, he chants.
“Banish the darkness and break the dawn-”
Hakeem’s scream of surprise is muffled when a hand closes over his mouth the moment the lights go off. He whimpers when shadows bind his hands behind his back, the wand falling to the bed. Fangs trace the vein of his neck, the heat of a tongue licking over his pulse sends shivers up his spine. “Caught you, little rabbit.”
Jackson trails kisses along Hakeem’s jaw, his free hand cupping the growing bulge in his pants. Jackson presses forward, his erection rubbing against Hakeem’s ass through the fabric. “What shall I do with you now that you can’t escape me?”
Jackson idly unbuttons Hakeem’s shirt, scratching his nails through the hairs on his soft belly, pinching a nipple as he sucks at his throat. Hakeem whimpers in his hold. Jackson pushes Hakeem on his back, looming over him with glowing green eyes.
The loose fitting silk robe slides off Jackson’s slender shoulders, the muscles of his arms and chest barely visible in the fading light of the setting sun fluttering in through the room’s windows. Jackson licks his lipsas he studies the image of Hakeem lying beneath him. Shirt open exposing his furry chest and belly, hands bound above his head, breath coming out in short, harsh pants, eyes glazed over with lust. “You look delicious, my love. All mine to do with as I please.”
“Yours,” gasps Hakeem, as he watches Jackson undo the button of his pants, lowering the zipper. He lifts his hips just enough for Jackson to pull off his pants and boxers. Jackson trails a finger along the vein of Hakeem’s hard cock, using his thumb to play with the leaking head. “Jackson,” whines Hakeem, writhing under Jackson’s touch, struggling against the restraints. The shadows usually melt in his touch, but seem to be enthusiastically cooperating with Jackson today.
Jackson silences Hakeem with a hungry kiss. “I told you not to let me catch you,” he murmurs against his lips. “So now,” Jackson nibbles Hakeem’s ear lobe, chuckling at the moan his boyfriend bites back, “I get to take my time with you.”
Shadows wrap around Hakeem’s mouth, cutting off any complaints. He moans behind the gag as Jackson kisses along his torso, stopping to bite tenderly on one of his nipples, sucking it into his mouth, soothing the area with his tongue before moving on to the other. “Can you show me your non-verbal cues, bun?” Asks Jackson against Hakeem’s heated flesh.
“Mmm-hmm.” Hakeem nods, rubbing his fingers together, silver sparks shining. Almost like starlight.
“Do you need to use it?” Jackson smirks when Hakeem shakes his head, eyes wide. “Good. Let’s continue.”
Shadows wrap around Hakeem’s thighs, forcing his knees apart, exposing him to Jackson. A tendril hands Jackson a bottle of lube from the ensuite, he applies a healthy amount to his palm before wrapping his hand around Hakeem’s length. “You know, my sweet little bunny,” Hakeem arches into Jackson’s touch when Jackson begins to stroke him firmly and slowly, playing with the bundle of nerves under the crown, “That novel you left on the table gave me a wonderful idea. A spicy retelling of Hades and Persephone, where he uses shadows to pleasure her. Now, that got me thinking.”
Hakeem whines, eyes pleading when Jackson stops stroking him. Ignoring his boyfriend’s desperation, Jackson says, “What is the science behind shadows being able to pleasure someone, to stimulate the nerves when they have no physical presence of their own?” Hakeem breathes heavily through his nose, glasses fogging when Jackson twists his wrist holding Hakeem’s member.
“But then I thought, Oh!” Jackson turns a bright smile towards Hakeem, “My darling boyfriend, studying for his PhD in theoretical thaumaturgy, might have the answer!” Jackson grins mischievously, pressing a kiss to the tip of Hakeem’s nose. “Can you be a dear and explain it to me, Hakeem?” Hakeem furrows his brows, shivering when Jackson bites his shoulder, fangs pressing in just enough for the pleasure to border on pain. “In elaborate detail, if you please.”
Hakeem yelps, body jumping off the bed when he feels a pressure at his hole. “Of course,” remarks Jackson, hand lazily stroking his writhing love, “what better way for you to explain it, than during a live demonstration.” Hakeem eyes widen as a tendril of shadow slips past the first tight ring of muscle. The shadows around his mouth dissipate, his gasp ringing through the dark room when. “And you can’t cum until you finish your explanation.”
Hakeem glares at Jackson, the action ruined by his lustful whimpers when the tendril presses against his prostate. “You can’t be seri-aah.” Hakeem bites his lower lip. “Jackson-I can’t-not while-Fuck!” Hakeem is cut off by a moan when Jackson trails kisses down his jaw and neck, while using his free hand to tease one of Hakeem’s nipples, and moving from Hakeem’s leaking cock to play with his balls. “You’re not playing fair,” he whines, struggling against the restraints.
Jackson chuckles, pressing sweet kisses to Hakeem’s grimacing lips. “Ah, but I caught you fair and square, hunny bun. Now,” Hakeem tosses his back against the mattress, lips drawn into a thin line, his breathing growing labored as he feels the shadowy tendril inside him stretch and grow, moving in a steady rhythm. “I suggest you start talking. I’m not sure how much longer you can last.”
Hakeem looks up at Jackson through hooded eyes. “Though shadows do not-mm fuck- do not have a physical fo-uck! Form!” Pants Hakeem, sweat matting his curls to his forehead. He inhales deeply before continuing, all while Jackson continues to play with his dick and kiss along his body. “Nor a mass of their own, the current hypothe-shit!” Hakeem’s back arches as the tendril inside him seems to move faster. “Hypothesis,” he pants, “is that when combined with dense enough mana, the stimu-SIMU-lation of mass and weight can be achieved.” Hakeem’s toes curl into the sheets, his nail digging half moon’s into his palms, knuckles turning white as he tries to stave off his orgasm.
Jackson nods along, moving to straddle Hakeem. “Fascinating.” Hakeem watches in amazement as Jackson moans, reaching behind to pull a plug from his own ass. “Don’t mind me. Continue,” he says, lubing his hole before lathering Hakeem’s painfully hard erection.
“Using that same th-EO-ry,” Hakeem’s voice cracks when the tip of his cock pushes into Jackson as he lowers himself onto Hakeem, the silk robe falling further
off the elf’s slender form. “We can theorize with enough mana and control even shadows can be manipulated to act as extra appendages.” Hakeem swears when Jackson takes Hakeem’s cock to the hilt, glaring weakly at the smiling elf.
“You always feel so good inside me.” Jackson steadies himself with hands on Hakeem’s pecs, giving them a quick squeeze before he rises on his knees before sinking back down on Hakeem’s length. “You stretch my tight little hole so nicely.”
“Jackson,” pleads Hakeem, moaning as the heat of Jackson’s body overwhelms him, that damn tendril still fucking him in time with Jackson bouncing on his cock. “Please. I can’t hold on.”
Jackson rubs his hands soothingly across Hakeem’s body, panting as he rides his boyfriend. “You’re almost there, bun. Just keep talking.”
Hakeem whimpers, his cock throbbing, aching to spill inside Jackson. He rushes through the explanation. “Acting as an extra appendage it’s believed shadows could then apply varying amounts of pressure to, but not limitedto, erogenous zones. But because they still do not have a physical form, it is believed that they could enter a body with minimal to no friction. In theory-Fuck!” Hakeem’s hips thrust into Jackson of their own volition.
“Almost there, Hakeem. Just a little bit more.”
“In theory being ideal for such activities as anal or vaginal stimulation!” Hakeem yells, just before his orgasm rocks through him, spilling into Jackson.
