Page 82 of Inextricably Tied

“Good luck to you,” Agony breathes in the space between them. “I’ve got a filthy mouth on me.”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

Then Agony’s facedown on the bed, held in place by a firm hand that wraps around his entire waist. Flint’s voice comes from behind him. “You remember the safewords?”

Agony arches his ass back. “Green.”

Claws prick into Agony’s sides. He curses against the sheets.

“Do you know what kind of things you like?”

“No.” Agony squirms, but Flint keeps him in place. “To be honest, I’m not sure how this is gonna work.”

“That’s comforting.”

“Do things that she likes.” Agony turns enough for Flint to see his smile. “But maybe a little harder.”

He writhes out of Flint’s grip, cuffs clacking until he’s on his knees on the bed in front of Flint. They watch each other like circling creatures, unsure who’s predator or prey. With his fingers, Agony unclasps the front of Flint’s slacks. “You’ll use the colors too?”

The zipper slips open. Flint stiffens. “Yes. Don’t take them off.”

“Yes, Sir,” Agony hums, reaching for the belt loops. Flint grips his chin.

“Say that again.”

“Yes,” Agony drawls, tongue brushing Flint’s thumb. “Sir.”

Flint simmers before he releases Agony with a jerk that stokes heat in his stomach.

“Hear something you like?”

Flint doesn’t respond. Just shoves his pants down enough to fist over his cock, stroking to the head until Agony shivers.

“See something you like?” Flint mocks.

Agony understands the urge to shut Flint up, to make that snarky mouth fall open until he can’t form anything coherent. So Agony does, lunging forward to take Flint into his mouth, but Flint catches him by the back of the neck.

“Aw, come on.” Agony’s mouth is hot, bright against Flint’s cock, tongue lying flat when his gaze flicks up to Flint’s. “You don’t want it? At least make me believe it.” Agony’s poised on his knees, ghastly smile carving into his face. Flint tightens his claws in the shadows.

“Ask nicely.”

It’s tempting to fight it. To draw Flint to the edge, to get him frustrated enough to rough Agony up, but Agony takes a different tack.

“Please.” As soft as a whisper. Agony plays his part, dragging cuffed hands up the slacks pulled tight over Flint’s thighs. “I can make you feel good.”

Flint’s dick twitches. Agony smirks, but Flint doesn’t let it linger, burying himself into Agony’s mouth. He takes all of Flint, moaning around him, nuzzling the base of his cock before Flint pulls out with a curse.

“Are you fucking with me?” Flint pants, unnerved. Agony’s the same size as Harbinger. There’s no way someone as big as Flint should fit so easily. Agony gives a satisfied lick of his lips.

“I can make room. Could make more room if you took these off.” Shadows quiver under his cuffed wrists. “Scared you’re gonna hurt me? I’m only solid in the most ambiguous sense.” Agony leans forward to take him again, but Flint keeps his hand in Agony’s flaming head. Agony jostles in his grip.

“You can fuck the back of my throat as long as you can take, and it won’t leave a mark. Not like with sweet little Harbinger.”

Flint’s fingers clench. Agony rests back on his heels, innocence paired with the vulgar way he talks. “You don’t have to be gentle. Use me like your little fucktoy, Jas. Lose control a little. See if she likes it.”

There’s a battle in Flint’s eyes, thoughts darting to where Harbinger waits. It’s instinct to keep his body still. Mind conscious, focused on not giving her too much, but Agony stokes something deeper. Darker. A dangerous thing that Flint’s long tried to keep buried.

With a hiss, Flint slots deep into Agony’s throat, shadows stretching to accommodate. Flint flinches, prepared for the inevitable singe of Agony’s heat, but it doesn’t come. There’s the lift of Agony’s brows, a siren call tempting Flint toward the edge.