by R Phoenix
“Of course I do,” Gideon said, his voice much softer than he’d intended. He felt a lump in his throat, and he swallowed hard around it. How many times had he wanted to hear those words? And now that he had, he didn’t know what to think. “You know you have a choice, yeah?” His hands went to rest atop Kolt’s, stilling them momentarily.
He felt Kolt nod, even if he didn’t say anything, but the answer came too quickly for his liking. He’d seen that happen too many times with Kolt…
The irony wasn’t lost on him that he was trying to tell an incubus that he shouldn’t feel obligated to touch him in ways that were making it harder and harder — literally — to cling to his self-control.
“You don’t owe me anything. He—” Gideon cut himself off, not wanting to bring Leandro up again. “I’ll still help you.”
“You’ve only told me about fifty times now,” Kolt said dryly, but there was a softness to his voice that Gideon hadn’t heard often. “I’m still here.” The incubus pulled gently on him, urging him onto the bed. “I want to be here,” he continued, kissing the side of his cheek, closer and closer to his mouth.
“Probably shouldn’t risk burning the place down then,” Gideon pointed out, playing it cool and provoking a quiet chuckle from Kolt.
The words shouldn’t have had such an impact on him, yet they made it easier for him to kick his shoes off and get onto the bed properly to pull Kolt into his arms. It was odd, seeing the incubus’ outward appearance match what he knew Kolt truly looked like, but he’d found he liked it. A lot. He kept expecting it to change, but Kolt’s appearance didn’t shift when they spent time together, only when Kolt went out. Every morning he was back to how he should look. Genuine, real, no shimmers, no spells, no shapeshifting…
Laughing.
“I like you like this,” Gideon said, bringing a hand up to trace along the side of Kolt’s face, stilling the incubus for a moment.
“Of course you do,” Kolt said with a smirk. “I’m an incubus. I’m whatever you desire,” he went on in a huskier tone of voice that didn’t match the boyish smirk on his lips.
Before Gideon could say anything else, Kolt was pulling the hoodie off over his head — and of course he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
“You realize how cheesy that sounds?” Gideon retorted. Not to mention the part where it meant he wanted Kolt exactly as he truly was, which sounded so dopey he wasn’t going to say it aloud. He clung to his willpower even as Kolt seemed determined to tear it apart, drinking in the sight of Kolt’s body.
“What’re you holding out for?” Kolt asked after a painstaking long moment — in which Gideon had done nothing but gawk at the perfect body on display for him… Just for him. “Permission from God?” he prompted with a small smirk. “Or are you too tired for this?”
Gideon shifted, leaning down to claim a leisurely kiss. “What’s the hurry?” he replied. “Got somewhere else to be?”
“Candle making class,” Kolt said, deadpan, reaching for Gideon’s shirt and tugging on it, to pull him closer still.
Gideon barked out a laugh.
“Or maybe I just kinda like this… new you,” Kolt added softly. “I don’t bust out the candles for just anyone, y’know.”
Gideon shrugged slightly. “Not really a new me,” he remarked. “Just…” He shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about work, or Leandro’s expectations. He didn’t want to talk about how he wasn’t the gentle romantic their time together made him seem to be. “It’s easier to be genuine when you are too,” he mumbled.
Part of him was concerned that Kolt wasn’t truly being genuine — that, as Kolt himself had said, he was an incubus and therefore whatever Gideon desired. He tried to silence that part with a kiss that was deeper, more demanding, his hands wandering as they worked to map out Kolt’s body beneath them.
Kolt was responsive, very responsive. The first time they’d fucked, he had been surprised by how easy the incubus made it despite his considerable dry spell. As he got to know Kolt’s body better — Kolt’s real body — it became even easier. Kolt’s skin shivered and tightened under the touch of his rough hands, and those lips could kiss like it was the last thing they’d ever do. His tongue was as clever as his hands were, and between the deep, long kiss and the sounds that came from Kolt, Gideon barely noticed the incubus opening up his pants until cool fingers encircled his cock.
Almost every future he could see was the same: pleasure given and received, without the risk of violence or unwelcome pain. There was always the chance of a misspoken word, of some mistake that would fuck everything else up, but it was miniscule.
Everything was so tiny compared to this moment, and he didn’t want to spoil the future by knowing it.
“Is this what you like?” Gideon murmured, thrusting his hips against Kolt’s hand. “You spend so much time trying to make sure everyone else gets what they want. What about you?”
“I like sex,” Kolt answered in a breathy voice. “So whatever way you want it…”
It wasn’t the answer he’d wanted. Even though it was getting harder and harder to continue to think with his big head, he stilled, even pulling away from the incubus a little.
“No, Kolt,” Gideon said soberly. “What do you want?” he repeated, staring down into those dark amber eyes that gave away more than anything that Kolt wasn’t human at all.
“I—” Kolt started then stopped, frowning up at him. “I don’t know,” he said hesitantly as he pushed himself up on his elbow. “Doesn’t really matter, does it?” he asked, sounding a little impatient.
“Right. All sex is good sex,” Gideon said flatly. The way Kolt froze made him immediately regret repeating the fae’s words. “I’m not him, Kolt,” he said softly, seeing apprehension and panic rise in Kolt.
“I know,” Kolt answered after a pause.
“You always thought I was,” Gideon accused, but his tone was neutral.
“Not anymore,” the incubus said, but it still felt like Kolt was giving the answers Gideon wanted to hear, rather than what he wanted to say.
“Then tell me what you like, Kolt,” Gideon tried, his voice as mild as he could manage. “Please?” he added, for good measure. He hated the tension in that beautiful body already, hated that he’d brought it up at all, but he didn’t see a way out of it now.
“Rough. I didn’t mind rough,” Kolt said after a long moment. “I guess I like it a little rough. I’m not made of fucking porcelain, and—” He paused, biting his lower lip. “I like losing control, a little… like, my mind blown,” he decided after another long moment. “Is that what you mean?”
“Not sure how well I can deliver on the mind-blowing part,” Gideon said dryly, but his kiss turned more demanding, his touch becoming firmer as his hands traveled along Kolt’s body. “But I can handle rough if you can.” He quirked a brow, almost in challenge, but the smirk on his lips was still tinged with uncertainty.
Kolt nodded eagerly, getting off his elbow and lying back down. He stretched his arms out overhead then nodded again. “Yes, please,” he said finally.
Gideon paused just long enough to yank his shirt off over his head and toss it aside, wanting to feel Kolt’s bare chest against his own. His hands trailed to Kolt’s arms and urged his hands far over his head to pin them there — but lightly, so lightly that Kolt could break free with little more than a twitch. “Trust me?”
Kolt glanced up at the hand holding him down, shifting his wrists a little but not pulling away. He locked eyes with Gideon then, wetting his lips briefly, before he nodded again. “Of course,” he breathed out, and he arched his back a little off of the mattress before sliding back down.
Those words soothed something inside of him, and it was easy to gather his confidence in their wake. “Keep your arms there,” Gideon ordered, watching Kolt’s face intently.
He unbuckled his belt and yanked it off in one motion. The snap of leather in the air made Kolt tense beneath him, but he didn’t move or lo
wer his arms. Gideon took that as a sign that everything was still okay, and he quickly looped his belt into cuffs with more skill than he was comfortable admitting to. He fit them securely over Kolt’s hands, then pulled them up to the top of the bed and fastened them there.
It wasn’t the most secure way to bind someone, but it would suffice, and it allowed Kolt to break free if he felt so inclined. With the incubus restrained, he shed his pants faster than he’d have thought possible.
He was already aching, leaking, from the prospect of that prone body right before him and all the possibilities it presented — possibilities he’d never thought he’d have with Kolt.
Gideon grabbed the lube, but he only slicked his cock and gave Kolt’s ass a quick slather of it. He didn’t reach to make sure Kolt was ready. The sight of the incubus with his arms stretched out over his head and his body drawn up was too much, and he couldn’t wait.
If Kolt wanted rough, he’d surely be willing to take a little stretching pain, too.
His free hand went back to Kolt’s thighs, grabbing them and pushing them up toward Kolt’s chest. He bore down and pressed the head of his cock against the incubus’ ass. Kolt sucked in a sharp breath, biting down on his own lip and flexing his wrists in the restraints. Testing them, no doubt, and Gideon responded by driving his rock-hard cock inside of Kolt.
Kolt was tight like this, hot and exquisite. The way that body tensed and shook, arching up off the bed completely, drove him on. He drew a sharp, pained grunt from Kolt, but he could see the incubus’ cock jump in reaction as he shoved himself all the way inside.
He claimed Kolt’s mouth hungrily as he paused for only a moment, just long enough to revel in the sensations — and make sure he wasn’t going to come before they’d even gotten started. But with Kolt beneath him, unable to move — trusting him, even after everything that had been done — threatened to undo him before he could start.
Gideon nipped sharply at Kolt’s lip, his hips drawing back until only the tip of his cock remained inside of the incubus, then he drove forward and relentlessly began to fuck him. He didn’t bother to slowly build up a momentum. He didn’t have any desire to treat Kolt like porcelain; he just took him. Kolt’s hard cock against his stomach was as sure a sign as any that he was fulfilling Kolt’s desires, as he’d wanted to do for a long time now.
“I’ll fuck you until you can’t take any more,” Gideon promised with a husky groan against Kolt’s lips. “Then we’ll see about blowing that mind of yours.”
Kolt moaned, pressing a kiss against his lips — open-mouthed and panting into it a little harder with every thrust. He tugged at his wrists, but Gideon’s restraints held. He enjoyed the sight of Kolt like that far more than he’d imagined he might, not because he was defenseless and Gideon could do veritably anything to him like this, but because the incubus trusted him — believed he would be safe with him, of all people.
He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to take in the sight in full, consigning the image to his memory before leaning back in. He was callous in pounding him. He might’ve taken care to angle his thrusts, but that was as much consideration as he gave the incubus.
How Kolt stayed so utterly receptive, so hard against his stomach despite so little care, Gideon didn’t know, and it mattered less and less as he got closer and closer to climax. His breaths came in short gasps and sweat trickled down his brow as Kolt’s body responded just right, in exactly the perfect way to drive him rapidly closer to the edge.
One more thrust into that tightness, and Gideon came so hard it stole his breath. He heard Kolt’s name from his own lips, but he didn’t remember deciding to speak.
“Don’t… don’t come yet,” he warned between ragged breaths, feeling Kolt writhing beneath him, panting heavily as well. He never wanted to come down from that perfect high. He wanted to keep hearing the sounds Kolt was making, needy and hungry.
“Gideon! Can you fucking focus?” Kolt keened, breathing hard. The incubus pressed his hips up insistently and tugged at his wrists more seriously as his cock continued to leak more and more, smearing it across both their abdomens.
Gideon grinned at Kolt, watching him for another moment and finding himself spellbound by the sight of him — so desperate, so well-fucked and yet wanting more.
He moved slowly, kissing his way down. He swiped his tongue across Kolt’s stomach, licking up the precome and tasting him. He was tempted to tease a bit longer, to edge the incubus further…
Not this time, though. This time, he continued down until he could take the head of Kolt’s cock past his lips, moaning around him as the erection jumped and filled his mouth. He might not be an incubus or a sex god, but he knew how to give head.
Kolt’s hands clawed at the belt, and the incubus moaned loudly. His hips bucked until Gideon grabbed them with both hands, holding him still against the bed. “Fuck,” Kolt murmured heatedly as Gideon continued to suck.
Gideon’s thumbs lightly stroked Kolt’s hip bones, but his firm touch didn’t let up, and he didn’t let the incubus move. With every lick, every teasing brush of his lips, every time he let Kolt’s cock fill his mouth completely, he felt it — the desire, the lust, the knowledge that the incubus was feeding.
He wasn’t human; he could handle more than they could. But the tug was light regardless even as he gave his all, never letting up until Kolt’s cock swelled and he tasted the incubus’ release on his tongue. It was like a spring coiling, the way Kolt’s body tensed before he came — the sharp jerk that followed almost made Gideon lose his grip on those hips. He fumbled, gripping tighter, and he sucked Kolt dry of every last drop. He didn’t stop until he felt the incubus’ cock twitch with hypersensitivity and that lithe body writhed.
Gideon made a pleased sound, finally shifting to lick Kolt completely clean — really, he already was, but seeing the way he twitched as he tried to relax, and hearing the moan that was half-encouragement, half-protest was well worth it.
Slowly, Gideon dragged himself back up on the bed, loosening the belt around Kolt’s wrists and pulling the incubus into his arms.
Kolt was still breathing hard, trying to catch his breath. “You can do that any time,” Kolt murmured to him, bringing his hand down to blindly pat Gideon’s arm.
“Rough and mind-blowing enough for you, or do I need practice?” Gideon asked, his eyes starting to close.
“Practice,” Kolt said immediately. “Twice a day, at least,” he added with a raw laugh, turning enough to face him.
Gideon kept his hold loose around the incubus, watching him with only half-open eyes as he turned. “Subtle,” he noted.
“I get that from you,” Kolt mused with a half-smile, reaching up to touch Gideon’s face.
Gideon began to drift off to much needed sleep, feeling the incubus burrow closer against him while the blankets were pulled over the pair of them.
“Thank you,” Kolt whispered against his skin.
Gideon’s arms tightened briefly around the incubus. “Should’ve got you out a long time ago,” he murmured back drowsily, figuring they were going to have that conversation often still. “You d’serve better,” he added for good measure, but he didn’t open his eyes.
“Not that. Thank you for loving me,” Kolt whispered softly, a split second before sleep claimed him.
Epilogue
It wasn’t quite the office party he’d imagined, and there were no fugly Christmas sweaters, which Kolt found incredibly disappointing. He had been tempted to wear one anyway just to be contrary, but seeing how badly Gideon hadn’t wanted to go, he’d conceded the reindeer-fucking-sweater and instead elected slim fit dark jeans and a navy shirt, with a wool vest and a black tie. Sleek, elegant, simple — and comfortable as fuck.
The fact that he’d gotten to dress Gideon up in something a little nicer than his usual dress shirt and slacks helped too. The nephilim had refused outright to wear a tie, but the black on black two piece still looked killer on him. The stubble on his chin he
lped to drive the bad boy look home even more, which was important, now that he was head of security rather than just some bruiser for a casino. The poor angel needed to work for his reputation now.
Kolt was beyond pleased to go to a party as a couple, no less, even if it was a work party.
The event was hosted in the ballroom of a hotel that had been rented out for the night and decorated almost as lavishly as the interior of the Lucky Blight. It was a little more tasteful, and there wasn’t too much Christmas in the Christmas decorations. It was probably because there would only be otherkin and a smattering of knowing-humans. All of them knew the story behind the birth of baby Jesus — the fucking fae coming across realms to meddle with human affairs for the first time in recorded history.
Gideon returned with a pair of drinks, and Kolt took one from him, boldly assuming that the colorful cocktail was for him. He’d told Gideon to surprise him, after all.
“Are you glad we came yet?” Kolt asked, the atmosphere making him giddy already. He’d missed being around people in this sort of setting. He took a sip from his fruity, sweet drink, joining the other people who had already started drinking. This was supposed to be a classy work party, but that went out the window when there was an open bar.
“No,” Gideon replied bluntly, but he offered a crooked smile anyway.
Kolt might’ve felt guilty if it wasn’t for the fact that Gideon was the one who’d reap the benefits of going to this particular party. He caught Gideon’s wrist and pulled him close, stealing a lingering kiss that made the nephilim soften into his touch. “Thank you,” he murmured. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Gideon rolled his eyes, but he stole another sneaky kiss. “You don’t have to. You wanted to come, and it’s probably good for me to come to shit like this.” He drew Kolt close, sliding an arm around his waist.
