by R Phoenix
“Fine,” Kolt said with a slow sigh, getting up off the bed. Much to Leandro’s pleasure, there was a hitch in the incubus’ movement, a twinge of soreness as he straightened, proving he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed.
Kolt never had to leave his sight to get him his drink, and Leandro watched with reserved interest. The can of Coke was cracked open and poured over the rum already in the glass, and Kolt took a cheeky drink from it while he turned back to the bed.
“You are as beautiful as one of the fae,” Leandro remarked as he grabbed another pillow and put it behind his head. “It astounds me, what your kind is capable of.” He considered Kolt as the incubus returned, fingers brushing Kolt’s as he took the glass. “What would you look like without my influence, I wonder?”
“Probably a Kardashian,” Kolt said dryly, sliding onto the bed like something feline, his head coming to rest in Leandro’s lap. “Or whatever the fuck the average beauty ideal of this city is.” He twisted his finger in a lock of his own hair, letting the ends of it brush along Leandro’s bare hip.
Leandro smoothed through that sex-tousled hair, fingertips gliding along Kolt’s scalp. “Hmm.” Shapechangers were interesting things, and there was so much he didn’t know about even his own incubus. He supposed it wouldn’t be fair to lock Kolt away in a room alone for a week or so to see what would happen.
Kolt looked up at him, almost as if he could read his thoughts then. “Why?” he asked skeptically. “Tiring of competing for best looks?” he added with a quirk of his eyebrows.
“It’s no competition,” Leandro said dismissively. “I’m simply curious. I’m not sure anyone knows what an incubus looks like without an outside influence.” He wound a few of Kolt’s hairs around his fingers. “Do you never wonder?”
Kolt shook his head without hesitation. “No,” he said.
Leandro frowned. He hadn’t expected that swift, certain answer. He hummed again, rolling the strands of blond hair between his fingertips. He didn’t know much about his incubus, truth be told, but then, his incubus didn’t know much about him either. It wasn’t as though they shared heart-to-heart discussions about their pasts.
But tonight…
Something wasn’t right, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
Kolt shifted, rolling over onto a shoulder, and carefully blew cool air onto his cock. His attention shifted sharply back to Kolt and what he was doing.
“Not yet,” Leandro murmured, using the hand in the incubus’ hair to pull him back. He might’ve only had a few strands rolled around his fingers, but he hardly expected Kolt to rip his own hair out to push the issue.
Kolt cast him a weary, somewhat annoyed look.
Leandro didn’t care for that, and his suspicions about the incubus arose once more. “What are you trying to accomplish, Kol’tso?” he asked, and he didn’t bother to keep the suspicion out of his voice.
“Get laid until I can’t see straight…” Kolt answered coyly, offering a smile to match.
No. There was something more than that.
“And?” Leandro prompted.
“And… nothing?” the incubus answered, and that wasn’t quite the truth.
He grabbed Kolt’s chin, suddenly angry all over again. “Don’t play games with me. You won’t win.”
“I’m not playing,” Kolt answered, his gaze darkening.
“Then what are you doing?” Leandro asked, his voice darkening to match. “Do not think to play me for a fool, Kol’tso. You’ve done quite enough of that lately as it is, and I don’t much like it.”
Why his incubus had to ruin a perfectly good evening, he had no idea.
“I was just seeing if you were up for another go. What’s wrong with that?” Kolt asked bewildered.
Leandro scowled. “Your sulky response when I said I wasn’t.”
“I can’t be disappointed now?” Kolt continued to ask, his words sharper now.
Disappointed.
Leandro softened instantly, his touch turning gentle as he smoothed his fingers through Kolt’s hair. “Of course you can be. But disappointment isn’t your best look, my Kolt.”
“No, fucked completely senseless is a much better look, but you know,” Kolt responded dryly.
“You should be proud of your stamina,” Leandro purred. “It isn’t often one can outlast the fae.”
The incubus drew in a deep, slow breath and he pulled up a shoulder in a casual shrug. “Usually I don’t,” he reminded Leandro.
“No,” Leandro said thoughtfully. Which meant that either Kolt was trying to prove a point or putting him on a diet wasn’t having the effect he’d intended. Well. It had brought Kolt to him and only him, so there was that. “Put on a show for me, Kolt.”
“I’m already undressed,” Kolt whined, stretching out on the bed in a display of laziness and unwillingness to move again for anything other than cock, apparently.
“You have a hand and a fine body to touch and show off,” Leandro countered. “Touch yourself for me.”
Kolt exhaled hard, looking up at him wearily for a moment or two. It seemed almost as if his incubus was purposely dragging it out and trying to provoke a response. Leandro didn’t understand why this had to be difficult.
“Do it,” he said, sharper this time, and it seemed that finally prompted Kolt to sit up.
It wasn’t much of a show at first, not with the way Kolt just sat there with his legs tucked under him and a hand between his legs, rubbing the smaller cock there. Just out of sight too, which was not what he’d had in mind.
He was about to say something, when Kolt made a noise that lived somewhere between a moan and cry. Leandro watched with rapt fascination as his incubus arched his back, leaning back on one hand, thrusting his hips up and his hardening cock into his own hand. Kolt’s eyes were wide open, trained on him as his slave continued to pleasure himself.
Leandro propped himself up, watching — but he wasn’t interested in making eye contact. He wanted to watch that hand as it slid along the incubus’ cock, as he touched himself in the places Leandro knew made him melt. “So beautiful,” he murmured again, pleased. How many other people could say they had the perfect bed partner — one who would pleasure himself because it was what they wanted and was disappointed because he wasn’t fucked to near unconsciousness.
Kolt’s back arched as he flexed his hips, his breathing growing erratic. He gripped himself a little tighter, the bracelet around his wrist shifting with every jerk, every twist of hand. It was perfect there, both in its craftsmanship and the reminder that Kolt belonged to him, and Leandro’s resolve to wait began to weaken. He clung to it, not wanting to spend again so soon; he wasn’t going to be manipulated by his incubus.
Kolt moaned like a whore then, wetting dry lips as a small quiver started in the incubus’ abdomen, his strokes growing a little more irregular.
Leandro leaned in a bit more, his breathing quickening. “Come for me, Kolt,” he coaxed, reaching out to toy with one of the incubus’ nipples, provoking a startled gasp. He — barely — ignored his own erection, and the need to bury himself inside of Kolt became nearly unbearable.
The incubus’ free hand grabbed for his arm, holding onto him as Kolt arched his back a little further, almost to an impossible curve, his moans a little less controlled as he leaned against Leandro.
“Fuck,” Kolt breathed out against his skin. “I need you, Lee,” he whined needily.
That was all that was needed — more than what was needed — to crush what remained of his self-control. His lips hushed any further pleas as his hips ground against Kolt. Of course his incubus needed him inside, not simply nearby. He spread Kolt’s legs more, urging him up.
The most he could do to prove to himself that he was still somewhat in control was to sink inside inch by inch instead of all at once. Kolt made sounds he rarely made as his hips bucked sharply, forcing Leandro in faster than he’d have liked — the little slut knew how to fuck entirely too well.
“Easy, Kol’tso,” Leandro urged him, pressing down on the incubus to still his movements so he wouldn’t blow his fucking load before he had a chance to really fuck the incubus again.
It wasn’t usually a problem, but not much about this night was typical. It felt increasingly like they’d slipped from this realm into his own, where illusions danced with reality and nothing was as it seemed. His thoughts didn’t linger there for long. How could they when he had a desperately needy incubus writhing beneath him?
Each thrust was a declaration of control, and he approached the edge far before he was ready to be finished. He stopped abruptly, but the way Kolt used his ass to squeeze his cock was nearly his undoing. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Not yet, Kolt!”
The incubus actually stilled a little, panting hard beneath him. He could’ve sworn he heard a whimper as Kolt stretched, before sitting up on his cock. Kolt claimed a kiss then, deep, slow and sensual — a distraction, but a welcome one.
Leandro wrapped his arms around Kolt, pulling him in closer even if he didn’t feel like he was nearly as deep — which was probably a good thing. “You said you need me, Kolt,” he murmured. He had to hear it, needed to hear it, with an obsessiveness that irritated him. “What is it you need?”
There was an urgent breathlessness as Kolt leaned against him, hot and sticky, and clawing at his skin with needy, clingy fingers.
“You,” Kolt gasped, rolling his hips once and working his cock over once more. “This.” A moan, another desperate roll of his hips…
Everything else vanished, blinking out of existence as easily as if he’d snapped his fingers. The urge and the need to devour Kolt, to taste him, to fuck him… Everything coalesced into a frenzy, his hips pounding against Kolt’s as he growled out, “Don’t… come…”
Kolt’s arms wrapped around him, clinging to him while they fucked.
He’d barely even gasped out his pleasure from his orgasm when he pulled out, shoving Kolt down and sending him sprawling. The need to taste his incubus was so strong, too strong to resist, and he didn’t bother trying. His tongue found the tip of Kolt’s cock, flicking against it, and he moaned before taking the head into his mouth.
Kolt made a strangled sound that he ignored. He wasn’t going to take more than he could easily fit in his mouth — he wasn’t a whore, after all — but his fingers made sure no part of Kolt was neglected. One of the incubus’ hands entwined dangerously into his hair, the other joining it momentarily before falling away and twisting into the blankets of the bed. Kolt wasn’t putting pressure on him, not yet, and he should know better than to try. The way his knees came up and he curled in on himself, around everything that Leandro was having his taste of, was a good indication of how close Kolt was to coming undone. The incubus was like putty in his hands then.
It wasn’t common for him to pleasure his incubus this way, but it wasn’t unprecedented, either. He much preferred to fuck Kolt, to feel the tightness of his ass around his cock, but this… He wanted this, badly. Because of that, he slowed down slightly, teasing instead of pushing him toward the edge. Not for long, though; he couldn’t stop himself from working in earnest to finally get what he wanted.
His incubus came, as if on cue. That hand tightened involuntarily — he hoped — and there was a twinge of pain from his scalp. Kolt’s hips bucked up as he moaned deeply and unbridled.
The notion of swallowing his slave’s seed wasn’t an enjoyable one, and he never quite intended to do it. But in the heat of the moment, when he was lost to pleasure and need, he drank down everything Kolt offered.
It felt like an addiction… but that thought was a dim one, in the back of his mind, and he dismissed it. He was fae; he couldn’t get addicted to an incubus’ touch or taste.
Kolt’s breathing was labored. He was still writhing under Leandro, but at least he’d let go of him now. He even heard a whimper, and it pleased him.
Thoroughly fucked really was a good look on Kolt.
Lick by lick, drop by drop, Leandro swept away the last remnants of his incubus’ climax with his tongue. When he was done, he moved, insistently pulling Kolt into his arms. Regardless of how Kolt felt, he was spent — and he wanted to fall asleep with the thought of that look on the incubus’ face.
When he woke, everything would be back to normal.
Chapter Eleven
Kolt woke first, which was no surprise given how early it was. Even though he was awake, there was a blissful, fuzzy sort of quality to the world. It was like a high, and his whole body felt absolutely wonderful and refreshed. There wasn’t a single ache left in him. Every bruise, scratch or bite mark that the fae had left on him was already gone, and still he was humming with energy. He’d fed like the monster he was, drawing out what he could and provoking more. He’d sucked Leandro dry in more ways than one, until even the fae’s stamina had yielded.
He remained where he was a moment longer, pressed tight against Leandro, who had his arms wrapped around him like a needy child with its teddy bear. He looked peaceful like that, disarmed and asleep, those mesmerizing eyes closed and his guard down. Leandro was beautiful in his own way, surrealistically handsome from the androgynous bone structure to the fucking radiance of his flawless skin and his sheer presence. Tall, dark and mysteriously handsome was a hard to resist allure, and the perfect, soft quality to that dark hair that never had seen a bad hair day in its long life…
Kolt raised his hand to brush the dark strands out of the fae’s face, but he stopped dead in his tracks when the bracelet slipped into view. He hadn’t forgotten so much as he’d ignored it, wishing he could pretend that everything was fine, that last night hadn’t all been part of a fae game.
He had willfully been insatiable, constantly pushing for more, even after the fae’s stamina had worn out. There didn’t need to be sex to have sexual energy, after all, and even without Leandro’s cock hard, he hadn’t gone wanting. The fae was only still breathing because of his exceptionally strong connection to the fae realm. Another time, or place, or person and—
Kolt halted his own thoughts. He disentangled himself from his master, leaving him to sleep it off in the bed. He tried not to let a damper be put on his excellent mood just because of the fucking bracelet and Leandro’s continued heartbeat.
He was practically floating on air as he stood, feeling tall, beautiful, and strong. The mirror in the bathroom reflected that too. He was fair glowing with energy, and Kolt couldn’t stop the giddy grin from spreading on his face at the knowledge of where all this energy had come from — that all of it had come from Leandro. He was high from being the focus of the fae’s existence for just one night, from being sucked off and sucked dry by his master as if he wasn’t the slave in the relationship.
It was titillating and exhilarating. If he hadn’t had to stick his hand into the now-frigid water from Leandro’s forgotten bath, he might’ve needed to relieve his growing arousal in other ways.
He’d fucking forgotten how addictive this feeling was.
Leandro slept deeply while Kolt bathed, showered, and washed his hair, trimmed his nails, and made and ate breakfast for the sake of eating it.
And still Leandro didn’t wake. He could even use the fae’s fingerprint to unlock the tablet without waking him, allowing him to watch Netflix while his hair air dried. He painted a layer of black onto his nails just because he could…
It was somewhere toward the end of the third YouTube hair tutorial that he was trying out on his own hair that the beast beside him began to rouse from its thousand-year slumber.
The fae made a soft, sleepy sound as he stirred, only to freeze. He blinked several times, and it took him a moment to focus those odd, unfathomable eyes on Kolt.
He smiled sweetly at the fae, expecting the hammer to come down on Leandro any moment now... It didn’t disappoint.
Leandro suddenly flinched, his hand going slowly up to touch his temple.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Kolt said chipperly.
&nbs
p; Leandro stared at him, and the look of bewilderment in the fae’s expression made him feel giddy all over again. It wasn't long before it contorted into predictable anger, but it had been worth it. The fae might've been arrogant, and he might've been fighting what had to be a hell of a hangover, but Leandro wasn't stupid.
Kolt was willing to bet his ass that this was the first time the fae had ever experienced anything like the utter misery that followed the near-death experience of a night with an incubus. Leandro was now facing a very human problem.
To Kolt’s pleasure, Leandro started to sit up, only to immediately press himself back down against the bed as if gravity itself was too much to bear on his senses. “Kolt…” Leandro mewled, but he stopped there.
“Are you okay?” Kolt asked, managing to pour the sound of real concern into his words.
“What,” Leandro asked, his voice deadly quiet, “did you do?”
Kolt stilled, going quiet a moment. “Shit,” he muttered, putting the tablet aside and quickly finishing up the braid in his hair. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, reaching out to brush the dark hair out of Leandro’s eyes.
Like the fae would admit it if he had been hurt.
Leandro’s hand lifted, but it took him longer than usual to grab Kolt’s wrist. “I asked you a question, Kol’tso.”
“I fed,” Kolt answered. “You said I wouldn’t be able to affect you,” he added hastily. “I believed you.”
The fae’s eyes narrowed, but there wasn’t much he could say about it unless he wanted to admit he had been wrong about his invulnerability. The world was more likely to end.
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything else?” He glanced at his tablet, fingers tightening on Kolt’s wrist.
He stared at Leandro for a moment, and despite the grip on his wrist, he stretched his fingers out to brush the tips of his fingers along the fae’s jawline. “Like what?” he asked, bewildered. “I don’t even think I can do anything else,” he admitted, shaking his head.
Leandro gazed back at him then let go of his wrist, touching one of Kolt’s braids instead. “This suits you,” he said, trying to sit up again and wincing. He froze halfway through the motion before resting back against the pillows instead.
