Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

They both stayed quiet for a moment, and that fuzzy pleasure-filled feeling from before made Avery melt until only Mr. Hawksley’s weight pressing him to the wall kept him upright.

“Are you alright?” Mr. Hawksley finally asked. His voice was gruff, still a little strained, but a lot less than before.

Avery hummed, his forehead resting against Mr. Hawksley’s shoulder. “Why are handjobs so much better when someone else does it?”

His eyes flew open, and he stiffened. He did not just say that out loud. When Mr. Hawksley chuckled, Avery wanted to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. Maybe it was the sex. Everything felt just a little hazy. It destroyed the filter between his brain and his mouth.

“I believe partially due to the novelty. But you’re also in the presence of an incubus. I am rather an expert on pleasure.”

“You’re an expert on a lot of things,” Avery replied offhandedly. Again, no filter. Though that comment was less embarrassing, it still probably could’ve been left unsaid. He changed the subject by asking, “Are you feeling better?”

“Somewhat. I… I hate to ask, but–” He shifted far enough away to give Avery space to breathe. Avery could see the vulnerability on Mr. Hawksley’s face. He was still hungry, and there wasn’t a chance Avery would leave him that way.

“I’m willing to go again, but maybe not against the wall. My knees feel like jello.”

Relief brought a smile to Mr. Hawksley’s face for the first time in a week. “Perhaps a bed would be more appropriate.”

It might, but Avery was pretty sure he’d just made a mess of his suit. His slacks had barely made it to his thighs in the rush of it all. He was going to suggest the couch when Mr. Hawksley swept him off his feet into a bridal carry, his movements fluid and effortless like Avery weighed no more than a feather. Mr. Hawksley brought him to the bookshelves behind his desk, pulling one shelf out to reveal a room behind it as it swung open.

“Woah. How did I not know this was here?”

“I prefer my feeds to occur at work. It eliminates perceived intimacy in an act that’s meant to nourish me. That doesn’t mean I can’t treat my companions well. There’s also a bathroom behind the other bookshelf, with a shower and jacuzzi tub.”

It took a minute for Avery to understand the separation. “Even with a contract, they think it's more than feeding?”

Mr. Hawksley grunted, setting Avery down gently on a soft surface. “Unfortunately. It’s why I struggle with finding someone more permanent. After a while, they all start pushing for more. Only once have I ever had a feeder who understood the distinction long term.”

The room was dark, but he assumed he was lying on a bed. He was proven right when Mr. Hawsley turned the light on, revealing the room behind the bookshelf. Avery swallowed hard, suddenly incredibly intimidated.

Even with the low lighting of the room, Avery could see the toys on the shelves against the wall, with what looked like riding crops and paddles next to it. His eyes darted to benches, something that looked like a wooden x with straps attached to it, and even a swing. What they’d done in the office was fine, but Avery suddenly felt way out of his depth.

“Relax, firefly. Those are not a requirement. As an incubus, I cater to all appetites, but that doesn’t mean everyone enjoys the same things. Besides, those items are too advanced for you.”

Avery’s gaze whipped back to Mr. Hawksley. “Y-You can tell?”

Mr. Hawksley dipped his chin once, his expression kind and not at all judgmental. Still, Avery cringed and felt the need to explain.

“It’s not like I was saving it for something special. I just… I didn’t really think about it much. I was busy with school and family and I didn’t have time to think about dating, much less sex.”

Mr. Hawksley sat beside him, putting a reassuring hand on Avery’s knee. “You’re sure you’re comfortable with this? I don’t want you to feel obligated. You helped enough that I should have time to contact the agency, find another feeder. I–”

“No!” Too loud. Avery cringed again. “No, I want to. I like it. I…”

Mr. Hawksley waited for Avery to continue, encouraging him when he struggled. “You should be honest, Avery. Contract or no, your consent is important, as are your feelings on the matter.”

The quickie in his office seemed to melt the worst of the foul mood Mr. Hawksley had been in. Gone was the short-tempered monster and the kind and patient incubus was back. It made it easier for Avery to speak freely.

“I… I kind of like the idea of my first time being with you. You obviously know what you’re doing. There aren’t many guys who I could say I trust not to hurt me. I, uh, I heard that hurts. Sex with men. For the, um… receiver.”

Mr. Hawksley’s face softened and his smile made Avery’s heart beat out of control. “I can assure you, you won’t ever feel pain with me. And we’re in no rush. If I may, I’d like to feed like we did on your first day. I’d like to see your face this time.”

Avery’s face flushed, and he could only respond with a shaky nod. He’d fed Mr. Hawksley twice now, and he was still embarrassed by his eager reactions. He was already hard, even though he’d just come recently.

His shoes came off first, followed by his socks. Avery’s slacks were still undone, so it took only a quick tug to draw them down his legs. His jacket, tie, and shirt were next, Mr. Hawksley’s movements methodical as he laid each item on the foot of the bed. His boxers were sticky with remnants of Avery’s previous release, but Mr. Hawksley didn’t comment as he dragged them off.

Avery was completely bared to the incubus’s gaze, and he felt a moment of insecurity. Mr. Hawksley had probably been with some of the most beautiful people in his lifetime. Incubi were notoriously long lived, almost as long as vampires, and people clamored to experience a night with them. Avery had to wonder how he compared to the rest.

Mr. Hawksley’s nostrils flared, the red in his eyes sparking anew. It’d calmed a little after earlier against the wall, but his hunger was still evident on his face. The self consciousness faded and need took its place. He knew what was going to happen next, and he wanted it more than anything. Mr. Hawksley shifted until he was lying next to Avery, his hands trailing over Avery’s naked skin.

“You are a true delight. Even now, your desire tugs at my magic. I’ve never had such effortless feeding before.”

It felt silly to be proud of that. It wasn’t like he was doing anything consciously, but Avery still felt exhilaration filling his chest. He liked to do his jobs well, and apparently in this, he was succeeding.

Mr. Hawksley’s lips followed the path of his hands, brushing over his chest and teasing his nipples. When he drew one into his mouth and sucked lightly, Avery moaned, his hands fisting into the bedding to stop himself from touching Mr. Hawksley. He wasn’t sure he was supposed to.

Even during his self care, he never paid much attention to his nipples. He had no idea they were that sensitive, and when Mr. Hawksley nibbled on one, Avery’s head flew back on a gasp.

“Mr. Hawksley…” he breathed.

The incubus lifted his head, his deep red eyes ensnaring Avery even further. “Ozen.”

It felt wrong to call his boss by his first name, but Avery figured in the bedroom, he wasn’t Avery’s boss. Even though technically they were still in the office.

Ozen waited, his eyebrows lifted expectantly until Avery nodded in agreement. Then he went back to toying with Avery’s nipples, drawing little gasps and moans from him. His cock was rock hard, the need so intense, it was almost like he hadn’t come less than thirty minutes ago. And Ozen hadn’t even moved lower than his chest yet. Avery squirmed, seeking friction, drawing Ozen’s attention.

“Do you want more?”

“Please…”

Ozen was once again blown away at how easily Avery’s desire fed him. Light teasing brought the same amount of lust as touching his cock. Perhaps it was the man’s virginity. Being untouched for twenty-seven years must have made his desire more potent.

Whatever the reason, it soothed the ragged edges of Ozen’s magic. He was content to play leisurely until he got his fill, but Avery’s wants were just as important, and he wanted more.

Ozen skipped past Avery’s dick, not wanting to rush to the finish. Quick trysts did their job, like before against the wall, but they often left Ozen feeling unsatisfied, like he’d had broth for supper instead of a proper meal. He could survive on it, but it wasn’t pleasant. The longer the play lasted, the more he felt truly satisfied from it. Quick sessions also weren’t easy on the feeder.

“Legs up, knees apart,” Ozen commanded gently. Avery’s belly still trembled with nerves, the desire in the air tinged with it, but the anxiety was missing. Anticipation warred with excitement, giving Avery’s desire a more heady scent. He did asked, his feet planted on the bed, his legs falling open to bare himself to Ozen’s gaze. Ozen took in the tight little bud, his own desire rearing up alongside his magic. He wanted to take everything Avery offered, but Ozen didn’t trust himself with that right now. The hunger still twisted in his belly, making him feel just on the other side of feral. Two weeks was way too long between feeds. After getting what he needed from Avery, Ozen would call the agency Calvin worked through and tear them a new one.

For now, he focused on the eager man in his bed, running teasing fingers over his balls and taint. When he brushed against Avery’s hole, Avery tensed automatically. Instead of using magic to relax him, Ozen placed delicate kisses along the inside of Avery’s thigh, teasing the puckered entrance slowly with his thumb. Avery’s moans grew louder with each pass, his body relaxed, and when he wriggled to get closer, Ozen pushed his finger inside.

“Ohh…”

Avery’s noises alone could feed him for a week. He shuddered as a wave of Avery’s desires washed over him. The desperation receded, and Ozen could truly enjoy what he was doing with his bed fellow. The only magic he used was to keep the connection between himself and Avery so he could feed. The rest was simple pleasure shared between men. No magic necessary.

When he switched from his thumb to his fingers, Avery’s anticipation dialed higher. He knew what was coming, and yet his reaction was just as surprised as the first time. The strangled squeak melted into a loud moan, Avery’s hips bucking automatically. Ozen’s gaze was locked on the smaller man’s face, watching the pleasure overtake him, the way his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, only to be forced open again moments later to look at Ozen. Warmth settled in Ozen’s chest every time Avery looked at him. Most feeders spent little time looking at him. They sought their pleasure and cared for little else. Avery didn’t seem to want to look away. He cared who was in bed next to him, and when Ozen’s name spilled from his lips, it sounded like a prayer.

Avery’s patience only lasted so long before he was pleading for release. Ozen stopped teasing, thrusting his fingers more forcefully, adding a third to increase the stretch. Avery’s cries filled the room, his eyes no longer able to stay open as the pleasure overtook him. When he came, Ozen nearly followed after him. He hadn’t come untouched since he was an untried youth, and yet the intensity of Avery’s desire very nearly forced the issue. He groaned, dipping his head to clean up the mess with his tongue while ignoring his own erection. He’d deal with that privately later.

Avery melted into the bed as Ozen removed his fingers. After feeding him twice in less than an hour, Avery would need his rest. His eyes didn’t even open as Ozen laid a blanket on top of him. He brushed a few of Avery’s golden curls from his forehead, his voice low so as to not disturb him.

“Rest now, firefly. I’ll wake you in an hour.”

Avery’s only reply was a contented hum, and his breathing evened out seconds later. Ozen took care to clean Avery’s skin with a wet cloth but didn’t disturb him further. The best aftercare for Avery right now was letting him rest.