Page 74 of Indecent

Daniel grinned. “Good to know.”

“Or maybe we could just ask him where he got the bed. I have some money stashed away in a trust in New York. Or I did. It should be enough of a nest egg to get us started.”

“Really? That’s good. We can ask them how to invest it. They’re all rich; they know stuff.”

“Hey, I know stuff,” Chaol said, pinching his side.

Daniel squirmed. “Yeah, in the seventies. Modern banking is a little different.”

“Eh, probably not that much different. When we’re not fighting for our lives, we’ll ask them about it. And take a trip up to New York City for my money.”

“Deal. I’ve never been to New York.” He wanted to go in the winter. He’d never seen snow before, and he bet it was magical.

“It’s not so different from LA. The hustle and bustle is the same pretty much everywhere. There’s just fewer palm trees and tan people.”

Daniel laughed.

Downstairs, a few people were shuffling around, and the coffeemaker gurgled. It sounded like most people were still asleep, though, so Daniel wasn’t in a hurry to get up. For a few moments, he wanted to luxuriate in the soft bed with his demon lover. And based on the distant sounds of rhythmic banging and wanton moaning, he wasn’t the only one.

His cock thickened at the idea. He pressed his lips to Chaol’s collarbone, trailing across the planes of pale skin to his shoulder. Chaol purred, and Daniel pushed his arm up, tucking his nose in his armpit and inhaling deeply. Musk and soap and sweat filled his lungs, and Chaol tugged on him with his free hand, guiding Daniel on top of him.

Daniel moaned as their lengths lined up, and Chaol’s knees rose on either side of him.

“You like giving yourself over to me, don’t you?” he asked lowly, trailing heated kissed up Chaol’s jaw and claiming his mouth. “You like it when I take control.”

“Yes, yes,” Chaol breathed between their damp lips. “Fuck me, darkling.”

“Not just yet.”

He slid down Chaol’s body, sucking a flat, brown nipple into his mouth and teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. Chaol moaned, rolling his hips up to thrust against Daniel’s abdomen. Daniel wrapped his free hand around Chaol’s length, letting him fuck into the tunnel of his fingers.

“Danny, don’t tease me,” he groaned.

Daniel gave a sinister chuckle. “But it’s fun.”

He could keep Chaol like this for hours, pliant and needy. He loved the way Chaol responded to his touch. Forget the ember in his chest; this was true power. Watching Chaol fall apart under his touch, seeing him give himself over to Daniel’s whims. He could never get enough of it.

“Tell me what you want,” Daniel crooned.

“More,” Chaol said breathlessly.

“More of what?”

Chaol growled. “I don’t want you to ask. Just give me everything. Make me feel what you want me to feel.”

“Jesus,” Daniel hissed, sucking a mark into Chaol’s creamy white pectoral.

Clambering up Chaol’s body, he pinned his arms with his knees and buried the fingers of one hand into Chaol’s wild black hair. “Suck me,” Daniel said. “Get me nice and wet. Then I’ll fuck you.”

Daniel gripped the headboard with his other hand as Chaol’s mouth opened, eagerly waiting. He fed his cock past Chaol’s lips, dragging along his tongue and pushing deep, into the tight, clenching heat of his throat. Chaol’s lips closed around him, and his throat opened, taking him to the root. Daniel moaned, rocking his hips. It was sloppy and hot, Chaol sucking him deep and massaging his tongue along the underside of his length. Saliva coated his cock and Chaol’s lips, dripping down his chin. Chaol was moaning, gazing up the plane of Daniel’s body with unblinking, blissful focus. His legs moved behind Daniel like they had a mind of their own, and Daniel wondered if they could both get off like this.

Another time, maybe. He had something else in mind this time. The vaulted ceiling was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

He pulled away from Chaol and slid down his body. “Turn over.”

Chaol obeyed immediately, turning his head to look at Daniel over his shoulder.

Daniel leaned in, inhaling the scent of his hair and ducking down to mouth at his shoulder. One hand slid up Chaol’s spine, right between the flexing muscles of his shoulder blades.