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Oren

H is words ignited something inside Luc. Oren hadn’t even finished the sentence before Luc was standing with him in his arms. Palms cupped under Oren’s ass, he carried him back to the bedroom, locking the door and tossing Oren on the bed.

He was proving everything Oren thought about him right.

He was feather-light in Luc’s arms. Luc could just pick him up and move him wherever he wanted, however he wanted. It was messing with Oren’s head and making him leak in his pants with arousal.

Oren’s clothes were already slightly wet and sticky from the humidity in the bathroom, and he knew his light shirt was slowly turning see-through from it. Luc had apparently noticed it too, because he knelt with one knee on the bed next to Oren, eyes roaming over his body slowly, torturously slowly. He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers over Oren’s cheek before plucking his fogged-up glasses off his nose and setting them aside.

“Don’t go easy on me now,” Oren said, seeing the gentleness in Luc’s eyes. “I want you to throw me around. Show me what you can do to me.”

“Careful what you wish for, hon.” Luc’s forked tongue came out to wet his lips.

Oren wanted that tongue on him, doing wicked, unholy things to him.

“I’m done being careful,” Oren said, rising up on his elbows to get closer to Luc. “And I’m done with others being careful with me. I’m dead. You can’t hurt me any more than that.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Oren scowled, getting up on his knees and crawling to Luc. He slipped into his lap again, careless of the uncomfortable position. He knew Luc would keep him from falling.

“Yes, you are,” Oren said, looking deep into his eyes. “Because I want you to.”

He leaned in and closed his eyes, claiming Luc’s lips for himself. He slipped his hands up and into his dark hair and they found their way to the roots of his horns. He knew it would drive Luc crazy, and he was going to use that information any chance he got.

Luc groaned against his lips and opened his, his tongue wrapping around Oren’s and pulling it into his mouth. Luc’s clawed fingers found the curve of his ass and squeezed, pulling him closer until Oren was humping his hard cock.

He could barely control himself. He could hear his own moans echoing through the room and feel his body chasing the pleasure Luc’s could give him, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, so much more than he was getting.

He ripped their lips apart and pushed himself off Luc’s lap and onto the floor in front of him, reaching with eager fingers for the button of his leather pants, pulling and tugging until it gave in. The bulge inside pushed the zipper down with no help from Oren, and he felt himself salivate at the sight of that gigantic, ridged cock springing up from the vee of his pants.

“Hon…” Luc said, but Oren didn’t want to hear any of it.

Palms braced on Luc’s thighs, he leaned in and got his face as close to Luc’s cock as he could.

“Never done it before, but eager to learn, so, like…” Oren blew a hot breath over the head of Luc’s cock. “Pointers appreciated.”

With that, he dove forward, tongue out as he circled it around the crown of Luc’s cock, swirling it in a random pattern he thought would feel good. Luc’s muscles bunched under his hands, and he spread his legs wider, the seam of his leather pants creaking under the strain. His claws found Oren’s head and slid through his messy hair. Applying the barest amount of pressure, Luc pushed his head farther toward his cock and held him there. Oren thought that was a good sign, so he trailed his tongue down, the tip finding and counting every ridge. Luc’s legs were shaking, both hands now in Oren’s hair and hips working up toward his mouth restlessly.

Oren knew he was too small to actually give Luc a blow job. The monster between his legs would never fit, but he wanted to make him feel good so badly he was almost blind with it.

Letting go of Luc’s thighs, Oren brought both hands up to cup the base of Luc’s cock, holding it upright and licking every spot he could reach. The glands on the tip of it pulsed against his tongue, releasing lubricant, and Oren suckled at it, surprised to find it didn’t taste unpleasant at all.

“Tastes good,” he said, looking up at Luc with the lubricant painting his lips.

Luc looked feral, eyes glowing and expression dangerously dark.

“Get up here.” Luc reached for him, hands under his armpits as he lifted him up and placed him on his lap again. “You’ll end me.”

He ripped Oren’s clothes off, not even bothering to try for the buttons. Oren didn’t care either. He just wanted their clothes gone. He wanted Luc’s skin against his and that cock inside him, right away.

“Hurry,” Oren panted, twisting and turning as he helped Luc get them both out of the last bits of clothing still separating them.

Finally naked, and still somehow on Luc’s lap, Oren wrapped his arms around Luc’s neck, gluing their chests together and rolling his hard cock into Luc’s. He hadn’t thought it would feel so good, so hot, having someone pressed against you that closely. He never wanted to separate himself from Luc, never wanted the feeling to end.

“Luc…” he moaned, the tension in his cock building.

Luc’s hands wound around his hips to help him grind, and his tail found the crack of Oren’s ass, running up and down it, teasing, catching the rim but never entering him.

Oren wasn’t sure he could hold on anymore. He didn’t want to come, didn’t want it to end, but the lubricant dripping from Luc’s cock made the slide of their hips deliciously smooth. The tip of Luc’s tail was hovering just outside the tight ring of his ass, and Luc was spurring him on. Urging him to move faster. Guiding his hips the way he wanted until Oren couldn’t control it anymore.

He arched his back and dug his nails into Luc’s back, spilling between them as he cried out in ecstasy. He was trembling, blacking out from the pleasure of his first orgasm with another person. He was clinging to Luc, clawing at him, feeling like he wanted to burrow beneath his skin.

Shock after shock of his release pulsed through him, and he couldn’t stop. It felt like it was going on forever. He was sure he’d pass out from it. The feeling of Luc’s cock, still hard against his softening one, drove him insane, and his hips moved again without his control.

“You’re so hot.” Luc praised him, running his hands and tail up and down his sweat-slicked back until Oren felt like he could breathe again.

“So good…” he whispered, turning his head to lay a kiss on Luc’s shoulder—the only part of him he could get to without moving too much. His body felt like liquid.

“You are, hon. Incredible,” Luc said, standing up and trying to lay Oren down on the bed. Oren locked his arms and legs around him and refused to let go.

“No…” he whined, and Luc chuckled.

“I was gonna go pick out some toys for you to try, but if you don’t want me to…” Luc said, and Oren gasped, tightening his hold on Luc.

“Take me,” he said. “I want to pick.”

He heard Luc chuckle against his neck, and in the next second, he was lifted into the air again. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of just how easy it was for Luc to lug him around in his massive arms.

Luc brought him to his closet and turned him around so Oren would be able to see. Stars were still swimming in his vision, but he forced himself to focus on the shelves of sex toys available to him.

All of his deepest cravings rushed to the surface, slamming into him all at once. He’d been deprived of this for so long. Forced to keep it locked away. He wanted to take everything and try everything now that he finally could.

“We have time, hon,” Luc said. “We can try it all. Just pick whatever you want to try first.”

Oren looked at all the things at his disposal, ran his fingers over some of them, and picked up a few. Luc stood with him in his arms, patient and quiet as Oren made his choices.

Eventually, he settled on a small prostate vibrator, a pair of ornate-looking nipple clamps, and a set of leather restraints he thought wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable while they played.

“These.” He piled the toys he’d picked into the cradle of his arms, looking up at Luc and finding him staring at the items hungrily. “I take it you like these?”

“Just the thought of any of these on you is making me wild,” Luc said, walking out of his closet and getting them to his bed again.

He threw Oren down on his back, crawling on top of him, hard cock still swaying between his thick thighs. It was leaking still, so stiff it had to be uncomfortable.

Oren wanted it inside him. Needed it there as soon as possible.

He lifted his arms above his head and crossed them at the wrists, holding Luc’s gaze. “I’d like my dreams turned into reality now, please and thank you.”

Luc chuckled darkly, wrapping the restraints around Oren’s wrists and tying them around the headboard tightly. “So polite, hon. But that pretty mouth of yours will have to stay closed if you want me to do anything to you.”

“Not fair,” Oren whined, tugging at the restraints, morbidly pleased by the fact that they didn’t give an inch.

“I’ll have to order a gag for you. One that’ll fit you so you can’t talk, only moan.”

Something clinked just outside Oren’s field of view, and then a sharp pinch radiated across his chest. He arched his back at the delicious pain, looking down to find the clamps he’d picked secured around his hard nipples.

The small pink peaks were still visible through the round openings in the middle of the beautifully carved clamps. Their color was steadily turning more purple, and the delicious bite of them on his skin only increased when Luc leaned his head down and ran the tip of his pointed tongue over the right nipple.

Oren screamed, torn between pleasure and pain, head swimming deliciously as Luc kept licking and sucking at his nipples around the clamps. He wanted to reach down and grip Luc’s hair, grab for his horns… He wanted to find purchase somewhere, but his hands were tied, literally, and it was his own choice to leave himself helpless for Luc.

He was so blind from feeling so much he almost missed other parts of his body getting attention.

Luc’s clawed hands were running over the insides of his thighs, pushing them open around his hips. He ran them down to Oren’s knees and spread them out as far as they’d go. His tail swished in the corner of Oren’s eye then dove between his legs, the tip running up and down his cock before coiling just under the head and jerking him off. His cock twitched, desperate to get hard all over again.

“So good for me,” Luc growled against his chest, licking from his nipples to his belly button, diving his forked tongue in and swirling it quickly. It made Oren’s stomach swoop and his legs push against Luc’s hold on them.

He couldn’t close them. Luc was too strong for him. It made him whimper.

He was so exposed, so vulnerable like that. Luc could do whatever he wanted to him. And Oren wanted all of it.

The tail wrapped around Oren’s cock sped up, tugging until he was completely hard all over again. The sensation made his mind fuzzy, but the sound of a gentle hum brought him back. He craned his neck to find Luc running the tip of the vibrator through a small pool of his own lubricant. He swirled it around the head of his red cock, collecting every drop before using his tail to lift Oren’s balls so he could see his hole.

Oren wanted to watch. He wanted to see what Luc did to him, but the attack on his senses was too much. He slumped back down, body reduced to a pile of shivers and overcharged nerve endings.

“Ready, hon?”

Oren nodded, words impossible to form in the state he was in.

Luc ran the vibrator around his hole a few times, getting it wet and slippery before sliding the toy in as far as it would go. It burned, stretched him out, and made him feel full. He thrashed on the bed, desperate to move, but the restraints and Luc’s large form between his legs held him in place.

The vibrator touched a spot inside him, and he screamed, gripping the leather restraints and pulling as hard as he could. The nipple clamps still made stars dance before his eyes, and Luc’s tail was still working his cock. The steady thrum of the vibrator against his prostate made it too much.

He bowed off the bed, cock twitching and spilling all over Luc’s tail and thighs. He was making his own ears ring with how loud he was being, but he couldn’t stop. He’d never understood why he was denied things like this while he was alive. But he did now.

There was no way a living human could withstand this much pleasure and pain and survive.

“I can’t… Luc…” He whimpered, and the hum against his prostate paused for a second as Luc leaned over him, his tail releasing Oren’s spent cock and hands going to the clamps.

“Do you want me to stop, hon?” Luc asked, and Oren snapped his eyes open, glaring at him as best as he could.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” Oren said, and Luc smirked, growling as he slowly slipped the vibrator out and tossed it aside.

The tip of his tail, still covered in Oren’s come, whispered over his nipples, wetting them, making the slide smoother, filthier. His clawed fingertips pushed beneath Oren, palms cradling his ass as he lifted the lower half of his body into the air.

Still kneeling, he pulled Oren’s ass into his lap, Oren’s shoulder blades and head the only points of contact with the bed. Luc positioned his stretched hole over his cock, running it up and down his crack, getting him wet and ready. He spread Oren’s ass cheeks and lowered him down, pushing inside him inch by agonizing inch. He was huge, his head wide, and the ridges on the sides of the shaft tugged and pulled at Oren’s insides. Luc’s hands went up and circled his small waist, helping Oren bow off the bed as he tried to get his ass farther down, to take Luc in deeper.

“Slow down,” Luc said, but Oren shook his head, feeling himself slipping out of reality completely.

“No,” he said, rolling his hips down, gripping the restraints, his mind spinning with how good it all felt. “Want you.”

“You have me, hon,” Luc said as he bottomed out, so huge Oren felt he’d split him apart.

He didn’t care.

“Fuck me,” he keened, muscles burning, body falling apart and voice hoarse from screaming. The two orgasms had done nothing to quench the thirst. He was still burning up. Desperate for release.

“I am fucking you,” Luc said, pushing his cock in and out agonizingly slowly. It wasn’t enough.

“Harder, Luc… please.” Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and slid down into the dark fabric of the pillow beneath him.

“Harder?” Luc said, leaning over him, changing the angle and making him sob with how good it felt. “You want it harder, hon?”

“Ye-yes…” he whimpered, voice breaking, and Luc didn’t need any more begging, it seemed.

He railed into him with wild abandon, claws leaving tiny punctures in Oren’s skin. The ridges of his cock were pulling at his walls, the large head was pushing against his prostate, and that tail… that wicked tail slithered up his cock and pointed into Oren’s slit, diving down and pushing inside.

Oren broke.

With a last scream and a weak thrash against the restraints, he came, feeling like he’d given everything he had inside him. His vision blacked out, and his entire body convulsed with the aftershocks of the third orgasm Luc ripped out of him.

Distantly, he was aware of Luc still using his spent body to bring himself pleasure. Oren reveled in it. He wanted Luc to find release inside him. He wanted to help him reach it, but he couldn’t move.

Luc gripped his hips, and Oren saw his arms bulging as he speared Oren with his cock over and over and over again, until he slammed inside one last time and stilled, pulsing inside Oren’s body.

Oren watched him in awe as he bent his back, rolled his hips, and rode out his orgasm, leathery wings flexing behind him, horns pointed down. He wanted to tell Luc how much pleasure he’d given him. Wanted to ask him if he did okay for his first time. Wanted to stay awake and talk to Luc about everything they’d done and what they could do next time. But the starry darkness behind his lids was calling out to him, and he followed it, trusting Luc to take care of his body while his mind drifted.

Luc would keep him safe.