“Do you bring that everywhere?” Leth asks.
Evain sinks to his knees and caresses Leth’s neck. Twists one of Leth’s braids around his finger. “Of course I bring lubrication everywhere.” He tugs Leth’s braid and kisses the corner of his mouth. “Do you expect me to use denseed oil, like I’m raiding Dansa’s medicine cabinet?”
Then Leth is too distracted to think about Evain’s forethought and preparation, because Evain’s tugging at his clothes. Desire tingles along Leth’s skin, and he helps discard his shirt quickly. He doesn’t want space to think too much, because if he thinks too much, he’ll ruin it for himself.
“You’re nervous.” Evain runs both hands over Leth’s bare chest, exploring every curve of muscle and corner of bone. He lingers on a scar below Leth’s ribs. “Have you done this before?”
Glaring, Leth unlaces his trousers. “I’m not nervous, and I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.” He’s too annoyed to be nervous now—and even more annoyed because that’s probably why Evain asked him. Evain can read him far too easily.
“Oh, good.” Evain kisses Leth’s collarbone, then moves lower, until his hair pools cold against Leth’s stomach, and his breath gusts wet and warm over Leth’s nipple. “I’m nervous enough for both of us.”
Leth laughs. “There’s no way you’re—ngh.”
His accusation is chased away by Evain’s tongue digging a circle around his nipple, Every nerve in his body pulls to that one point of contact. Leth didn’t know he could be that sensitive there.
“Of course I’m nervous,” Evain says confidently. He replaces his tongue with his fingers, rolling the sensitive nub. “Why shouldn’t I be, when I like you so much?”
He says it so naturally, like it’s obvious. Leth wants to believe him. Then Evain tongues his nipple again, and Leth just wants to get fuckednow.
After kicking his trousers away, Leth finally reaches for Evain’s robe. The red silk has already fallen to bare his muscular left shoulder, and the dusky peak of his pierced nipple. Leth touches Evain’s other shoulder through the feather-soft fabric, then touches the still-covered nipple, and Evain makes a low, pleased sound at the friction of Leth’s fingertips through silk.
The robe is ankle-length, but so askew it barely covers Evain’s groin, and Evain’s erection is clear through the teasing drape of silk. He’s large, but Leth isn’t afraid of pain. He’s only afraid of how much he wants this, when everything else he’s ever wanted has been torn away from him.
All right, fine. He’s nervous. He’s not a virgin, but he’s never fuckedEvainbefore, and it’s different. It matters.
“Can you really feel how much I want you?” Leth asks, as his fingers move to Evain’s piercing. The gems are warm with Evain’s body heat.
Evain’s eyes flash red in the dim light. The hint of demonic magic doesn’t seem as disgusting as it used to. “I really can,” Evain says, as Leth’s hands fall to the sash of his robe.
The silk is easy to pull away. It slides from Evain’s shoulder and pools on the bedroll, revealing the last expanse of Evain’s body. His cock flushes darker than the rest of him, the head nearly purple where it rises from his foreskin, and his balls hang heavy between his muscular thighs.
Leth reaches out, unwilling to appear nervous or intimidated, but Evain catches his hand and brings it to his lips, He presses a kiss to Leth’s knuckles, and the look in his eyes evaporates every last shred of doubt from Leth’s heart.
Evain places his hands on Leth’s chest and pushes him gently, until his back hits the floor. “I’ve thought a lot about how I’d like to fuck you,” Evain says, kneeling between Leth’s legs and reaching for the lube. “I don’t trust any of the furniture here, so bending you over a table will have to wait. Would your feet even touch the ground?”
Leth’s breath catches with the mental image. “Depends on the table.”
Chuckling, Evain unscrews the bottle, and a faint floral scent fills the abandoned library. Anticipation twists just as sweet through Leth’s stomach.
Evain’s slick fingers delve between Leth’s thighs, while Evain leans down to catch Leth in another kiss. Leth’s grateful for the chance to wrap his arms around Evain’s shoulders and close his eyes, to simply feel everything as Evain presses behind his balls and rubs oil over his hole. He doesn’t enter, just massaging into tender flesh until Leth is desperate for more.
They’ve barely started, and a pathetic whimper escapes Leth’s lips.
Evain kisses his jaw, his neck. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he murmurs against Leth’s pulse, and pushes two fingers in at once. “Apologies if I’m moving too fast.”
Leth arches with the intrusion, overwhelmed but not enough, and snaps, “If you take much longer, Iwillstab you.”
“Kinky.” Evain laughs. He laughs a lot during sex, apparently, and every time, the warmth and joy vibrate through Leth’s bones. Evain hooks his fingers upwards, massaging into Leth’s prostate. “I wanted to tease you for hours, but you’re too enticing. I can’t last that long this time.”
Pleasure consumes Leth’s body. He doesn’t think he’d survive hours of this.
Leth’s mind almost clears when Evain’s fingers withdraw from his body, and Evain sits back on his heels. There’s a moment of air as Evain tips more oil into his hand, then slick it over his cock.
His long hair spills over his shoulder, a waist-length curtain. He’s so sensually beautiful, so perfectly sculpted, Leth finds it hard to believe he’s human. In his current daze of lust, he wouldn’t care either way.
Evain sets the glass bottle aside and takes Leth’s thighs. Lifting his knees over Evain’s shoulders is easy—he’s flexible. Meeting the burning-hot intensity in Evain’s gaze is far more difficult. But Leth refuses to look away. Refuses to deny himself the sight of Evain’s face, twisting into pleasure as he enters Leth’s body.
He doesn’t need magic to feel Evain’s desire after all.
