Page 59 of Indecent

Draego tore him from his thoughts, gesturing toward Daniel’s own body. “There. You see?”

Daniel looked down. Flames licked up his arms. Just his arms. He lifted a hand, watching the fire in awe. He hadn’t even felt it ignite.

“You can control how it appears, how it behaves. It doesn’t have to consume you.”

“But I didn’t do this.”

“You did,” Draego said. “You were annoyed, but not overwhelmed by it. Now you just have to master it.”

Daniel swallowed. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place to talk about your human.” The flames died out, and Daniel blinked down at his hands in surprise.

Draego inclined his head. “I allowed it, because I could feel the heat growing inside you.”

“You could?” Daniel didn’t know how he felt about that.

“Yes. You can do the same. Watch.”

Daniel studied Draego as he lifted his head. Just before hellfire engulfed him, Daniel felt it. The heat grew around Draego. It was almost an aura, like the shimmering heat on pavement on a hot day. He felt the heat before the flames appeared, and the kernel inside him seemed to vibrate with excitement in response, eager to ignite and join its brother.

Draego’s flames faded, and Daniel asked, “Why does that happen? How is it we can feel each other’s power?”

“Hellfire is not just a power. It’s a real, tangible thing that resides in Hell. We aren’t creating something new. We’re summoning something that already exists. You feel it like a shifting electrical current. You and I, we’re just outlets for the hellfire, so naturally, we can feel when the current changes.” Draego straightened. “Now, you know you can summon the hellfire without being consumed by it. Let me show you how to control it this time.”

Daniel nodded. He still had a lot to learn, and letting his temper get the better of him was only going to slow them down.

When Daniel was human, he ate a lot. A rigorous training program with the guild meant he was always hungry. Protein shakes and bars sufficed when he just needed something for an energy boost, but when he wasn’t actively training, he ate. He liked food. He liked going to Julian’s for cookouts, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to put away three or four burgers. He wasn’t the only one who ate like that, either. Paladins were heavily physical people, with lots of cardio and strength training.

He knew hunger. He knew intimately well what it felt like for his stomach to ache with emptiness. Cravings were common, and he was constantly chasing whatever would satisfy him.

Now, he didn’t crave food. He craved Chaol. Even when he was balls deep inside him, listening to the quiet, desperate sounds Chaol made as their bodies rutted together, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get close enough. There was a gnawing ache inside him every moment they weren’t touching.

Dawn was a weak, gray glow behind the black-out curtains in their bedroom, and new sheets graced the bed, already damp with sweat and cum. They were on their sides, Daniel with one arm under Chaol’s head and curling loosely around his neck. The other stripped Chaol’s cock lazily. He’d lost count of how many times they’d both come already, and it still wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop. Neither of them could. One of Chaol’s legs was lifted, draped back over Daniel’s. He rocked back on Daniel’s length, quiet moans broken when he’d duck his head to bite down on Daniel’s forearm. Blood was smeared on his skin there, and on Chaol’s shoulders and neck.

He didn’t want to train with Draego again tonight or go off to fight an angel. He just wanted to keep doing this. Was this what the others felt? How did they handle it, knowing they had a human who couldn’t take everything they wanted to give? Daniel didn’t know what he would do if he had to be gentler with Chaol, careful with his teeth or nails. If he had to wait for his bite marks to heal before he could make more, he might go insane. If Chaol’s refractory period didn’t match his own, he’d lose his mind waiting until he could be inside him again.

“Please, please, just a little more,” Chaol whined, sucking in a hissed breath through his teeth. Daniel gave him what he wanted, fucking in deep. He would always give Chaol what he wanted. His spine arched beautifully as he came again. A deep sound, almost like a purr, vibrated through him, and Daniel pressed his smile to Chaol’s shoulder. He made that sound every time. Daniel fucking loved it.

His hole fluttered, cinching tight around Daniel’s cock and milking his own orgasm from him. He buried his groan in Chaol’s neck, pulling his hips back and grinding in deep. His channel was already slick with cum, leaking out of him. It was filthy and sloppy and perfect.

“We’ll have to stop eventually,” Chaol rasped, threading their fingers together.

“Nuh-uh. Staying here forever,” Daniel slurred into his hairline. “Demon stamina is incredible.”

Chaol laughed. “We still have to eat. At some point.”

“I only want you.”

Chaol purred again, turning his head to give Daniel an off-center kiss. “Can you imagine being alone with me and not doing this?”

Daniel growled. No, he couldn’t imagine it, and he didn’t want to. This was how they were meant to be.

Chaol chuckled. “That’s what it was like for me when we were in Hell together. You were right there, but I couldn’t have you.”

“You could have,” Daniel whispered. Even if he couldn’t have gotten hard in Hell as a human soul, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t have denied Chaol anything, even then.

“I didn’t know that then. Besides,” he wriggled his hips, and Daniel’s cock perked up at the friction, “I think I like this better.”

Daniel groaned, pushing his cock deeper in Chaol’s body. “Are you sure? I feel like a fucking animal. I want to keep you here all day and all night. Forget training, forget fighting anyone.”