Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Rule number 56- In cases of an incubus’s feeder, clothing reimbursement should be made available in any instance that a feeder’s clothing is ruined during a session. The reimbursement amount should be decided on beforehand.

Ozen’s shoulders were tight as he returned to his office. The hunger was a subtle gnawing, a distraction that usually occurred after several days without feeding, not twenty four hours. Two weeks without feeding had done him in, and he felt on edge because of it. He was beyond grateful that he could count on Avery to be there once lunch was over. Unlike Calvin, Avery could be trusted to show up for the job.

He had lunch with Taron again, reassuring him that he was feeding as often as was safe, and that Avery had agreed to the contract so he wouldn’t be without a feeder. He was touched by his friend’s concern and did his best to mask his foul mood around him. His mood was entirely because of his need to feed, and he didn’t want to take it out on Taron.

Ozen could see Avery at his desk through the glass doorway when he returned. He was concentrating hard on something, the remains of a sandwich and chips resting by his elbow. At least Avery listened about eating before assisting him. He was going to praise him for that when he pushed into the office, only to be hit face first with Avery’s desire. Ozen blew out a harsh breath, his magic and his cock responding immediately.

“Mr. Whitman, what are you doing?”

Avery jumped, his face turning dark red with his embarrassment. “I, uh– Nothing,” he squeaked.

He found it hard to imagine Avery was doing something against the rules, like indulging in pornography in the office. Curiosity warred with his hunger, but the hunger won in the end.

“My office, if you please.”

Avery shut off his monitor and launched to his feet, opening the door for Ozen before scurrying inside after him. If Ozen had more time, he’d move them to the bedroom, but the intensity of Avery’s desire made it difficult for Ozen to concentrate.

“My desk. Pants off.”

Avery’s desire spiked again and Ozen nearly stumbled over his feet. His magic surged, the tethers latching onto Avery even before he could reach Ozen’s desk. The force of it made Avery wobble and moan, using the edge of the desk to keep himself upright. Ozen drew his magic back until only the tethers remained, dropping into his desk chair next to Avery.

“A-Are you that hungry?” Avery asked, his hands shaking as he opened his belt. Ozen didn’t answer at first, watching as Avery undid his slacks and the material fell, revealing pale legs with a light dusting of hair. Avery’s boxer briefs went next, and Ozen’s mouth filled with saliva as he was faced with Avery’s rounded behind.

“Starving,” he finally replied, grabbing Avery by his hips. Avery’s hands shot out, keeping himself upright on Ozen’s desk as Ozen tugged his hips back. He released one hand, sliding it up Avery’s back and gently pushing between his shoulder blades. Avery lowered his chest down to the desk, his breath quickening in anticipation.

The air was heavy with Avery’s desire, and Ozen hadn’t even started yet. It was intoxicating, and his fangs lengthened automatically. Ozen wouldn’t use them; blood sharing was only meant for mates and lovers, not feeders, but that didn’t stop his body from reacting. He cupped Avery’s rounded cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal Avery’s rosy pucker.

The first lick made Avery squeak, his body jolting in surprise. Ozen was supposed to take it slow, to guide Avery into new experiences, but his hunger made him reckless, and the first taste drove him to distraction. He dove onto Avery’s ass, feasting off him like a starving man. Avery’s shocked noises melted into moans, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the edge of Ozen’s desk. Avery’s desire skyrocketed, but before he could succumb to his release, Ozen pulled back.

“I’m sorry, firefly, but if this is too quick, I won’t get everything I need. I understand you’re new at this, but try to hold back until I say so. I promise to let you come. Eventually.”

Avery thought he might cry. The first twenty minutes or so was pure bliss. He’d never thought about anyone using their mouth on that part of his body, but it lit up nerves he didn’t realize existed, and he’d almost come in under a minute. He understood Ozen asking him to wait, and he wanted to hold out for him, but it felt like they’d been doing this for hours, and Avery didn’t know how much more he could take. Every swipe of Ozen’s tongue made Avery cry out. His legs trembled, his hands clammy on the desk’s edge. He squeezed his thighs together, trying desperately to stave off his release. He’d given up hope for his slacks, his cock leaking like a fountain onto the material at his ankles and the carpet beneath his feet.

He learned something new about incubi that day that the internet decided not to warn him about. Ozen wasn’t lying when he said incubi were built for pleasure. Including, apparently, the ability to lengthen their tongue. It had shocked Avery when Ozen managed to reach far enough to lick his prostate. And now, minutes or hours later, Avery wasn’t sure, the pleasure was almost unbearable. At first, he held out for at least a few minutes at a time before Ozen had to give him a break, alternating between light kisses on his cheeks and nipping bites. But the longer they were at it, the less time Avery was able to last before he got too close again and Ozen had to pull back. Ozen’s tongue speared him again and Avery’s stomach tightened in warning.

“O-Ozen, I–”

One more firm lick over his gland was all it took for Avery to lose it completely. He came with a sob, pleasure and relief coursing through his system, followed closely by regret. Ozen told him not to come until he said so. Avery tried desperately to follow that order, but he couldn’t stop it. The force of his release ripped through him like fire and left him raw and shaking. He slumped heavily against the desk, unsure if he’d be able to keep himself upright if he stood fully.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Ozen groaned, and when Avery’s trembling eased enough to look over his shoulder, his eyes widened in surprise. Ozen’s head was tipped back, his hand rubbing against his erection through his slacks, his eyes closed. Avery moaned at the visual, his cock twitching despite just experiencing the most intense climax of his life. His arousal at the image only seemed to set Ozen off, his teeth clenched as he rubbed a little faster.

Avery’s desire was turning him on.

It became a vicious cycle. Avery was aroused by watching Ozen, which made Avery’s desire spiral higher and Ozen’s reactions grew more intense. Avery couldn’t imagine the friction being very pleasant after this long. To spare his boss, he pushed away from the desk and reached for him, touching his free hand to get his attention. He was going to offer to go to the bedroom so Ozen could get some relief, but Avery was surprised when Ozen’s face twisted and he then let out a surprised shout.

Ozen’s hips lifted and his back arched as he came. Avery couldn’t look away, his breath caught in his chest as his gaze flicked between the wet spot forming in Ozen’s lap and his pleasure filled expression. Avery was hard again just from watching Ozen stroking himself through his slacks. He’d be embarrassed if he was with anyone else. Since Ozen knew about his inexperience, Avery figured he would forgive him for his reaction.

The room went quiet aside from their choppy breathing. Avery was frozen, his mouth hanging open and his cock throbbing between his legs. From what Ozen had explained, he didn't generally get off during feeding sessions, so Avery was a little confused. He wasn’t opposed to it, if anything he enjoyed it immensely, but it did leave him with a lot of questions.

When Ozen finally opened his eyes, Avery wasn’t sure what to say. They both just kind of stared at one another until Ozen’s phone started ringing, breaking the awkward tension. Ozen blinked a few times, his gaze shifting between Avery and the phone. Avery gestured to it with an awkward laugh.

“You should get that. I’ll just, um…”

He wasn’t sure what to do, honestly. His clothes were a mess, but that was his fault for not removing them completely. He couldn’t just stand around half naked for the rest of the day. While Ozen picked up the phone, Avery pulled up his slacks with a grimace. Note to self: Remove all clothes unless you want to spend the afternoon with cum stained slacks.

“Hawksley,” Ozen muttered gruffly into the phone, seizing Avery’s wrist before he could walk away. He listened to the other end while pointing at the spot next to him. Avery took that to mean Ozen wanted him to stay put, so he clasped his hands in front of his lap to hide the mess and waited. He wasn’t sure why he felt so embarrassed, Ozen was in the same predicament as him, but this was all new to him and he felt his ears burn waiting for Ozen to dismiss him.

“I’ll be in my office. No, I don’t think that’s necessary. Give me fifteen minutes.”

He hung up without saying goodbye, setting the phone back in its cradle. When he turned to face Avery again, his expression was a bit remorseful.

“I wanted to apologize before you left. I don’t normally participate beyond bringing my feeder pleasure. It helps maintain professionalism. I just…” He drew in a slow breath, his brows drawing together tightly. “I find myself quite sensitive to your desire. It normally takes a great deal more to feed me. Usually full penetration is necessary for me to feel satisfied.”

Avery’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t need to do that with me? If you’re holding back on my account, I promise I can handle it.”

Ozen lifted a hand to stall out his rambling before he could truly get going. “That wasn’t a complaint. It’s merely a curiosity. I don’t need more. I’m actually quite satisfied with what we’ve been doing. My magic is strengthened greatly, and the hunger tempered much more than I’d expected after two weeks without feeding. I was apologizing because I’d planned to handle my arousal privately. You didn’t consent to my participation outside of feeding, and I shouldn’t have subjected you to that.”

That surprised a laugh out of Avery, though he tried quickly to muffle it, his hands slapping over his mouth. He winced when Ozen raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry. I guess I don’t see it as a big deal. I don’t know if you noticed, but I liked watching you. I’ve never seen someone do that before outside of porn. It was… hot.”

His face flamed and he averted eye contact. He really needed to get a handle on the lack of filter he seemed to have after sex.

Ozen’s chuckle was warm and he drew Avery’s eyes back to him with a gentle hand on his chin. “Then instead of dwelling on it, I’ll say thank you. I enjoyed our session together. How are you feeling? Tired? Do you need any rest? Water, perhaps?”

His immediate response would have been to dismiss Ozen’s concern. Avery took care of others, not the other way around. But Ozen said he wanted open communication and honesty, so Avery took a second to really consider how he felt.

“Um… Not tired, no. More… dreamy? Is that normal?”

Ozen nodded once. “It can be. Increased serotonin makes your body relaxed after release. What else?”

“Maybe a little embarrassed,” Avery grimaced, gesturing to his messy clothes. “I, uh, should’ve probably taken more care to remove my clothes.”

“That’s my fault,” Ozen argued with a shake of his head. “I was hungry and demanding, and I apologize for that. Luckily, it’s an easy fix.”

He waved his hand over Avery’s clothes and all traces of bodily fluids vanished. Ozen’s clothes were pristine as well, the wet spot gone. Even the carpet was clean.

“So that’s why my clothes were so clean last time. I thought you’d sent them out while I was asleep or something.”

“Perks of being an incubus,” Ozen commented with a grin, but his face fell again after a moment. “You are sure you’re alright? I pushed you a little far today. I wasn’t lying when I said the longer the session, the better I felt, but I didn’t mean to extend it so long that you’d lose control. I hope I didn’t upset you.”

A shiver rolled up Avery’s spine at the memory. It wasn’t easy, holding his orgasm back for so long, and he had been frustrated, but it was so worth it in the end. His orgasm was so intense, he felt his soul leave his body.

Ozen drew in a sharp breath, the red in his eyes glowing a little. “I can tell by your reaction that you’re not upset with me. I will still take care in the future not to push you past your threshold. Do you feel able to return to your work or would you like to head home for the day? As my feeder, you’re allowed to tap out early if you’re too tired.”

“No, thank you. I’m alright. I’m just going to pop into the break room really quick before I return to work. I’m craving something sweet. Did you want anything?”

Ozen tipped his head thoughtfully. “Something sweet sounds good to me. Surprise me. And a coffee, please. Did Mr. Martell finish the contract?”

“He did. I signed it and Morgan notarized it. I can call him when you’re ready and have him bring it for you to sign as well.”

“After your snack. Thank you, Avery.”