Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Ozen found himself momentarily speechless. He’d wanted to reward Avery for his thoughtfulness by giving him the option to try something new. He never expected his request to include Ozen’s pleasure. After the incident earlier in the week where he’d lost control of himself, Ozen was careful not to let it get that far. Avery said he didn’t mind, but Ozen preferred to keep his pleasure separate. Now Avery was asking to focus on him.

“I… I think I might have misunderstood you. You want to suck me? Not the other way around?”

Avery nodded quickly, bouncing on his toes. He looked nervous and his face was bright red as he explained, “I’ve seen videos online and I was curious what it’d be like. You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. I’m fine with what we’ve done so far. You can just ignore me.”

Ozen almost agreed to pretend like the request hadn’t happened. He wasn’t sure he wanted to include his pleasure in the process. But he’d offered to let Avery explore, and it felt rude to deny him immediately. Besides, Avery was the picture of professionalism. If anyone could keep feelings out of it, it would be him.

“If that’s what you want to try, then that’s what we’ll do. If you don’t enjoy it, we’ll stop immediately, understand? There is never a time when we start something that you can’t stop whenever you need to.”

Ozen wanted to remind Avery of this, because the last time they explored something new, Ozen went a little far. Avery said he enjoyed it, but edging him for an hour was cruel for a beginner, and Ozen was determined not to let that happen again.

“Yes, sir.” Avery’s reply was a little breathless, and when he sank to his knees between Ozen’s spread thighs, his pupils were blown out. The desire was thick in the air and Ozen’s magic latched on immediately. Very few feeders wanted to do this with him. They enjoyed it when he performed the act, but they got little pleasure from doing it themselves. Avery was just as excited as if Ozen was doing the act himself, and they hadn’t even started yet.

“Whenever you’re ready, then.”

Ozen actually felt nervous. It wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d received oral, but he’d admit it’d been a while. He had to ask himself when it was that he stopped enjoying sex. After thousands of years, it lost its excitement and became a chore he had to perform to feed himself. Only with Avery had he started to feel that excitement again.

Avery’s hands trembled as he drew Ozen’s zipper down. His movements were a little timid, but Ozen didn’t think it had anything to do with Avery changing his mind. This was the first time Ozen was letting Avery lead, and nerves were normal, especially for someone’s first time. He tried to be patient, only letting out a small grunt when Avery drew his erection from his slacks.

It was the first time Avery was seeing his cock as well, and his wide-eyed wonder was flattering. There were differences between a human’s anatomy and an incubus’s, but not enough to be a deterrent for Avery. He stroked Ozen slowly, feeling the ridges under his palm while Ozen could only watch reverently.

Avery licked his lips when precum welled on the tip of Ozen’s cock, and Ozen had to bite back a groan. He looked hungry, and Ozen’s cock twitched with need. He was starting to worry he wouldn’t last very long, not with the desire soaking the air and the burning hunger in Avery’s eyes.

The first tentative lick over Ozen’s cockhead made him hiss, his fingers tightening around the arms of his desk chair. Avery paused, a little uncertainty tainting that delicious desire.

“Am I doing something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Ozen huffed out a strained laugh, shaking his head. “No, firefly. You didn’t hurt me. It will take effort on my part not to fuck your mouth. I don’t want to choke you.”

“Oh.” The desire kicked up a notch and Ozen had to close his eyes. Avery had barely touched him, and he was nearly to the point of begging. There had to be some magic in Avery’s family line, something that gave him this much power over Ozen’s desires.

Soft lips wrapped around his cock and Ozen gritted his teeth to silence himself. He choked on a gasp as Avery lowered his head, taking more of his length into his mouth. Wet suction made him shiver, and he had to start going over business facts in his head to not reach completion too quickly. This weekend, he was going to figure out why Avery had such an effect on him. If this blowjob didn’t kill him first.

Avery didn’t think he’d enjoy this as much as he was. In a lot of the videos he’d seen online, the men in them made these awful gagging and choking noises during the act. Only a few looked like they truly enjoyed it. It was those videos that made Avery curious enough to try it.

Ozen wasn’t like those actors on the internet, though. He let Avery explore his limits without pushing for more. Avery could tell it wasn’t easy for him. Ozen kept shifting restlessly, and his attempts to silence his gasps and groans were failing the longer they were here. When Avery prodded at the slit at the top with his tongue, Ozen groaned out loud and the armrests under his hands creaked.

Touching Ozen was just as exciting as Ozen touching him. Avery’s dick throbbed in his slacks, and he had to push down on it more than once in an attempt to ease the ache. But the more noises Ozen made, the more insistent the ache grew, until Ozen finally noticed his struggle.

“Take it out. Let me see you touch yourself.”

Avery moaned around the cock on his tongue, bobbing his head a little faster. Ozen’s breathing picked up considerably, and when Avery glanced at him through his lashes, Ozen’s eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back and his mouth hanging open in pleasure. That image alone spurred Avery into action. His fingers were clumsy as he opened his slacks, most of his focus on the heady weight on his tongue. When he finally freed his erection and stroked, he moaned in relief and Ozen’s hips jumped in surprise.

“Yes, that’s it. Get yourself off. Let me feel your desire.”

Avery’s already clumsy blowjob turned sloppy as he split his focus between sucking and stroking himself. If Ozen noticed, he didn’t seem to mind. His hips lifted in micro thrusts, not deep enough to gag Avery, but Ozen couldn’t seem to sit still either. He lost the ability to hold back his groans, one hand carding through Avery’s curls almost affectionately. Each sound only made Avery feel hotter, until he was jerking himself off at warp speed. He moaned around Ozen’s cock, sucking him down farther, his eyes watering as he fought the urge to gag. It didn’t turn him off like he thought it might. He was so lost to the pleasure, he would be pleading for more if he could speak.

When Ozen’s cock brushed the back of Avery’s throat, Ozen let out a helpless sound.

“Ah! Fuck. Relax your throat. Yes, like that. I– Shit!” His head flew back, and the first pulse of Ozen’s cock on Avery’s tongue set Avery off. He moaned as his release slammed into him, cum coating his fist and the carpet. Ozen shouted through his release, his hips arching off the chair. Avery tried his best to swallow all of it, but some dribbled down his chin despite his best efforts.

Avery kept sucking until Ozen stopped him, gently guiding Avery off his cock with a hand on his chin. That grip was the only thing keeping Avery upright, his body getting that floaty jello-like feeling despite the fact that Ozen didn’t touch him. Avery never felt this way when he was alone with his right hand. Ozen’s presence was intoxicating.

Ozen’s thumb brushed over Avery’s bottom lip, his deep red gaze penetrating Avery’s very soul.

“Are you sure you’re human?”

Avery blinked in surprise. “Uh… Pretty sure. Why?” His voice was a little hoarse, and the reminder of the reason why made his cock twitch. Ozen groaned, releasing Avery’s chin to sit back in his chair.

“No reason. Scoot back. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up.”

Avery did as he was told, falling back onto his behind after Ozen walked away. He stepped into the bathroom Avery had yet to explore, hidden behind another bookshelf. Must’ve been nice to have his own private bathroom he didn't have to share with anyone. Ozen never had to follow after a troll coworker and have to clean up to be able to sit down. Avery was jealous.

Ozen came back with a warm washcloth, kneeling in front of Avery to gently clean his face. It felt… intimate, and made Avery’s stomach tighten. To distract himself from it, he focused on Ozen instead.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just–” he waved his hand like Ozen had when he cleaned Avery up earlier in the week. Ozen chuckled.

“It’s called aftercare, firefly. You worked hard to feed me, and you deserve to be pampered for your efforts. How are you feeling? Did I hurt you at all?”

Avery smiled at his concern. “No. I’m fine. How about you? Did you get enough to tide you over for the weekend?”

“Yes, thanks to you. I appreciate your diligence, Avery. You’re right, it would have been difficult to not eat for three days.”

“And two isn’t too long?” Avery asked. “I couldn’t imagine going that long without eating. I get grouchy if I skip a meal.”

Ozen chuckled, helping Avery to his feet. He magicked away the mess Avery’s release made while Avery tucked himself away again.

“I can handle it. Incubi don’t need to eat daily. It keeps us strong if we do, but it won’t kill me if I skip a day or two. I’ll be fine to wait until Monday.” Before Avery could protest, Ozen lifted a finger to stop him. “I have your number, and if I’m concerned about the length of time, I’ll contact you to meet me. Otherwise, I want you to enjoy your weekend.”

Well, that was better than nothing. And Avery trusted Ozen to call him if he needed him. He let the concern go and smiled brightly.

“Alright, Mr. Hawksley. I’m going to finish up my work and head home. Let me know if you need anything from me before I go.”

Ozen’s gaze shifted to his desk and he sifted through the mess until he found a manilla folder in the pile. “These can go down to legal on your way out. Floor 52. Maverick should still be there to receive them.”

Avery fought off a grimace. He didn’t want to face the dragon shifter twice in one day, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Right away, sir. Have a nice weekend.”

“You as well. I’ll see you on Monday.”