LETH
Between the front door and the bedroom, Leth’s feet don’t touch the floor. Evain carries him all the way upstairs, kissing him every step—his lips, his neck, his ears. Evain’s teeth sink into Leth’s shoulder, sharp pressure through layers of clothing, and the pain mixes with sheer, supernatural pleasure in an intoxicating cocktail.
Leth never thought being carried off by a demon would be so reassuring. But it’s easy to let go, knowing Evain will catch him.
Evain’s lust for him is a tangible pulse of magic and pleasure. Leth has practiced channeling the power, coiling it safely inside his soul for later use, and he hasn’t exploded any nearby lamps in weeks. But he may never get used to the heights of lust Evain’s mere thoughts drive him to.
Even if he gets used to it, Evain will just think of new ways to drive Leth wild.
“Have you been training harder?” Evain squeezes Leth’s ass, the tips of his fingers dipping between his cheeks. The enchantment falls from his eyes, revealing their true crimson. “Your ass feels even firmer than it used to.”
Not unless riding Evain’s cock counts as exercise. Which it very well might, given Evain’s stamina.
Evain drops him on the edge of the bed and leans forward to cover him with another kiss, then drops to his knees to start removing Leth’s boots. Except he spends as much time caressing Leth’s calves through the leather as he does unfastening buckles. Toes curling at the muted sensation, Leth wants to complain about Evain taking too long, but that’s a guaranteed way to make Evain slow down even more.
His fingers clench in the unfamiliar texture of the bedspread. “New sheets again?”
Evain slides one boot away and fondles Leth’s ankle through his sock. “I thought you’d look good on purple. Are they soft enough?”
A flash of red eyes and a sudden surge of lust prevent Leth from answering. Curling in on himself, he gasps for breath. His nerves resonate in response to phantom hands exploring his body, playing with him. Evain still kneels between his feet, but Leth feels a broad, invisible palm sliding over his cock. Wicked fingers circle his nipples, teasing them into hot peaks under his shirt.
“Can you feel that?” Evain handles the second boot more quickly. “I’ve been wondering if I could convey more specific sensations via our contract. For example, right now I’m thinking about spreading your thighs wide open and sucking on your balls. Rolling them over my tongue, while your cock twitches and leaks. Can you feel that?”
“Fuck.” Leth trembles. “Evain.”
Evain sets the second boot aside and rises up on his knees. He tugs Leth into a light, teasing kiss, then starts to work on his coat buttons. “What about this? Can you tell what I’m imagining doing to you now?”
The wet, imaginary heat around Leth’s balls vanishes, leaving only the very real ache of his cock straining against his trousers. Concentrating is difficult. “I don’t think so.”
“Interesting.” Evain shoves Leth’s shirt and coat down his shoulders, trapping his arms in the sleeves. “So, it only works with things I’ve done to you before. Things your body remembers. That makes sense.”
Leth’s curiosity is piqued by the theory. He’s been digging into the Varan and Sephinian libraries the past few weeks, trying to determine the ramifications of his contract with Evain. Very few mages have ever bound a willing demon without restrictions; fewer still have been as recklessly in love with one as Leth.
He’s also desperately curious what Evain is imagining that they haven’t done before. But theorizing and research will have to wait until his mind is clear, when he can think about anything besides Evain rocking to his feet and removing his own clothes.
They’re both fully naked in much less time than it took Evain to unbuckle a single boot. Evain keeps talking, a constant flow of filthy affection, as he procures a half-empty crystal bottle. Then he shoves Leth back against the mattress.
“On your stomach, handsome,” Evain says, and Leth rolls over. Settling behind him, Evain pulls Leth’s hips upwards at a sharp angle.
Leth bends easily with Evain’s urging, clutching the new purple sheets as Evain’s lust washes over him once again. He’s completely exposed, but it’s impossible to feel shy when the contract links them like this. Leth needs Evain’s attention the same way he needs Evain’s palm sinking into his ass, thumb running dry over his hole.
“Do you want to come before I fuck you, or while I fuck you?” Evain asks, as casually as if he’s asking what Leth wants for breakfast. His thumb presses almost inside Leth with a teasing burn.
Evain is an obliging lover, and he enjoys giving Leth choices. A month ago, Leth would have chosen one of the options—they’re both appealing, or Evain wouldn’t have offered them. But Leth’s becoming more and more comfortable asking for what he really wants.
“Both,” Leth says breathlessly, pressing his forehead to the mattress. His face feels like it’s on fire. “Use your fingers first.”
Evain’s hitch of breath is gratifying, and Evain’s laugh pours like molten honey. He leans over to kiss Leth’s tailbone. “Mm, I like you greedy. I can’t believe it took me so long to learn how insatiable you are.” Evain squeezes his ass one more time before Leth hears the familiar click of the bottle opening. “Though in my defense, I believe I still figured it out before you did.”
“Probably,” Leth admits, before Evain’s slick fingers scatter his thoughts.
It’s easy to believe Evain has centuries of experience sliding his fingers into people’s asses. And it’s hard to be jealous of long-gone partners when that inhuman talent is applied to Leth’s sensitive nerves. Evain knows just where and how to push, just when to quicken and slow. With only the first finger, all Leth’s awareness narrows to that point of connection. The new silk sheets dampen under his cheek as he pants open-mouthed. His thighs tense.
Evain knows exactly where his prostate is—a fact made clear by the way he carefully avoids it, teasing Leth into a breathless, overwhelmed mess.
“I was right.” Evain’s own breath is barely steadier. “You look gorgeous on purple. Look at how it brings out the flush on your cheeks. Your ears are bright red too. How’s my technique? Tell me how you feel.”
Evain finally hooks two fingers down to massage into Leth’s prostate, drawing a high moan from the depths of Leth’s soul.
