Chapter 24

Nix moaned and shoved at whatever was on top of him, a cool breeze tickling at his skin.

Which was bare.

His eyes popped open a second before it registered there was a tongue snaking its way up his torso, and with a gasp, he shoved again, freezing when he finally focused on the large form lying partially on top of him.

"Morning, Nixie." West was settled between his legs, lying on his stomach with his arms on either side of him. While maintaining eye contact, his tongue stroked out, lapping at the spot just above Nix's navel.

"What are you doing?" he sounded out of breath, and when he tried to move, West held him down. "Wait. Why am I naked?"

He wracked his brain for his last memory, and he was pretty sure he'd fallen asleep fully clothed last night with Lake typing away at his tablet. A quick search of the room now, however, showed that they were alone. There weren't even sounds coming from the bathroom.

"They were in the way so I removed them for you," West said casually, licking him again. "As for what I'm doing, I'm making my way down your body, duh. I started at your neck, which you seemed to enjoy, but it's taken you a surprisingly long time to wake up. At least," he leaned off of him a bit and motioned down with his chin, "parts of you, anyway."

Nix groaned when he saw he was hard and dripping and covered his face, dropping back down onto the pillow. "Can you please get off of me now?"

"No can do," he said. "I'm not finished with breakfast."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I am. My time and my place, remember?"

Nix scowled at him, annoyed at them both for that stupid agreement they'd made in class yesterday. "This is Lake's room."

"Which is why the only one of us who's going to blow their load is you. Lucky." He slid down until his head hovered by Nix's dick, but instead of touching it, he turned and lapped at the rise of his hip bone. "Lake would be pissed if I got my come on his bed. But your bodily fluids? I'm sure he'll be all right with that."

"I don't think—" Nix gasped and arched his back when West pressed his lips to his inner thigh.

"I've been working you for over ten minutes," he confessed, laughing when Nix's eyes went wide. "You're not as sensitive when you're asleep. You were practically drooling when I came in, too. It was hot as hell. Did you sleep well, Nixie?"

"I…" The words died in his throat as West nudged his dick with his jaw and licked at the base where it met the rest of his body. He nipped on the delicate skin there, chuckling again when Nix winced before moving to plant a single kiss on his tip.

West resituated, folding Nix's legs up so that his knees were practically at his shoulders, ignoring his protests all the while. Suddenly, his face was at Nix's entrance, tongue corkscrewing straight past that tight ring of muscle.

The invasion was so sudden that Nix flinched and tried to wiggle away, crying out when that earned him a sharp nip at his balls.

"I like causing pain in the bedroom, Nixie," West warned. "It really gets me going. Since all I'm doing today is feasting, I'm going to try and take things easy. So don't push me, yeah? Then we can both get through this with a few minor bruises and, ideally, no blood loss."

"What?" Nix tried to sit up but was forced back down with a growl and a firm grip behind his knees.

"What'd I just say?"

"West." He grabbed the comforter, clutching at the material as his eyes tracked a storm cloud through the skylight above. "Please."

How was this his life? He'd been reduced to this thing that constantly begged. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he thought about how he'd been left alone in here, an easy target for West to come and gobble up.

Last night, he'd thought he and Lake had made a breakthrough. Not necessarily gotten closer but…something.

Had he been wrong?

"Did you talk to Lake?" he asked, mewling when that tongue circled his hole and then flicked back inside of him, pushing all the way in. It wiggled and felt around, the sensations as odd as they were electric. He peered back down in time to watch his dick dribble precome onto his stomach.

"Haven't seen him this morning," West pulled back and replied, sucking on the tender skin of his sack. When he didn't get an immediate response from Nix, he sucked harder, grinning when that had him crying out again. "Why?"

Lake had left without speaking to West about Branwen's account, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to, right?

The sound of West hacking came a second before a wet glob hit Nix's puckered hole.

"Did you just spit on me?" he demanded.

"Yup." West used his thumb to press that wad of saliva into him, stretching him further in the process. Then, leaving that digit buried as deep as he could, he lowered Nix's legs around him and finally wrapped his lips around his cock.

With one drop, he took Nix deep, allowing him to hit the back of his throat. He started bobbing in a quick rhythm, sucking the entire time to the point it was almost as painful as it was pleasurable.

Nix writhed on the mattress, that thumb hooked in his hole pulling him back down when his hips tried to rise of their own accord. He sobbed when West's other hand slapped at his balls and then grabbed at them, squeezing as he continued to swallow him down.

It was the most violent sexual encounter he'd ever been subjected to, somehow even more intense than the blowjob he'd been ordered to give, and it wasn't long before Nix felt his entire body coil, ready to explode.

Only for West to pull off of him all at once.

His hand slipped free the same moment his mouth did, and West planted his palms at either side of Nix's hips and lifted himself so that no part of them touched. Intensely, he watched as Nix struggled to breathe, grinning when a desperate whine rumbled up his chest.

"What are you doing?" Nix asked again, only this time he meant it in an entirely different way.

"Ever been edged before, Nixie?" West chortled. "From the horrified look you're now giving me, I guess the answer is no."

"No," he confirmed anyway, "and I don't want to experience it now."

"That's too bad," West smacked his lips. "That's the game for today I'm afraid. You promised you'd cry for me, right? Here's your chance."

Nix started to shake his head, but West wasn't having any of that.

"That seemed to shock you enough to cool you down," he noted. "Round two."

"West—" He squeezed his eyes shut when two fingers speared into him. Then West's mouth was back on his dick, his tongue circling his flushed crown, teasing his slit until his hips were wriggling in a poor attempt to find any sort of friction.

Those fingers pressed against his prostate and he moaned, the sound turning into a hiss when West finally took him back into his mouth. Saliva poured out of the corners, coating Nix's cock in a slick mixture of both of their fluids which seemed to please the Demon immensely. If the time in the living room was any indication, West liked it messy.

Typically, Nix wasn't into that sort of thing, but then, before meeting them, he hadn't been into any of this.

Now, his dick was leaking, and his balls were drawn up, his hole tightening around those fingers as if in a bid to keep them buried deep. He moaned wantonly, momentarily forgetting where he was, lost to the sensations of West's hot mouth and wide fingers.

Just a few more pumps and he'd—

West pulled out a second time and lifted his face with a loud pop.

When Nix reached for him, he tutted at him and shot away, kneeling on his knees just out of reach.

Nix cried out in frustration and dropped back again, cursing.

"Pinch your nipples," West demanded, barring his teeth like some animal when Nix didn't instantly follow his command. "Should I do it for you?"

The slight maniacal gleam in his eyes made it clear that if Nix chose that option, he'd regret it. West would probably twist them so hard they'd tear off, or if nothing else, feel like it.

Nix brought his hands up to his chest and carefully rolled the pads of his forefingers over his perk buds. They were sensitive already and he startled, only for the Demon to laugh at him.

"I told you," he said, "I worked you good while you were out."

Had he sucked him off here as well?

Nix risked a glance down, inhaling sharply when he noticed the purplish splotches on and around both areola. Hickies? Where else—He slapped a palm to the side of his neck, recalling West's earlier comment about having started there.

"Yejun would be proud," West drawled in self-satisfaction. "The artwork I left on you is a masterpiece—Nipples, Nixie. Don't make me repeat myself or I'll keep you here all day. Actually," he tipped his head, "maybe you'd like that. Imagine Lake walking in on us later tonight, you reduced to a puddle of come, sweat, and tears. Wanna see how long it'll take for us to drench his bedding straight down to the mattress?"

He vehemently shook his head, because no, no he really, really didn't.

Nix covered his chest and tugged at his nipples, his legs opening wider at the contact as that sent jolts throughout his entire body. His dick twitched and gushed some more, and before long, he was thrusting lightly up into the air, grinding his ass down against the silky comforter.

"Beg for my mouth, Nixie."

"Please," he didn't even think to hesitate, the desperation clawing at his insides. "Please, West, touch me."

"If you can take four of my fingers, I'll let you come, deal?"

Nix hadn't been prepped enough for that, but even knowing it would sting, he found himself nodding his head. "Yes. Yes, please."

West shifted on his knees and then brought his right hand to Nix's entrance, his other circled around the base of his dick, tightening around him in a makeshift cock ring as he drove those fingers into Nix's body with one hard shove.

He screamed, but there wasn't actually as much pain as he feared, more like a quick burn and then nothing but bliss as that hand stretched him nice and good.

The Demon lapped at him, licking all around his dick from root to tip and back down again, teasing him by applying pressure here and there with his flattened tongue while his hand fucked his hole open.

Tears poured freely from Nix's eyes now as the frustration boiled over, his dick achy and full. It felt like he'd burst at any moment, yet West's tight hold kept him from being able to.

"West, please. It's too much. Please."

Like with everything else he'd done, West switched gears without warning. Suddenly he was swallowing Nix's dick, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him in time with the thrusts of his fingers. He brought him straight to the edge with only a few pumps, and just as Nix began to fear he was going to cut him off again, West dropped all the way down and hummed.

The vibrations at the back of his throat traveled over Nix and the orgasm hit him like a meteorite making impact.

He made a slew of noises as he came, his vision darkening and winking in and out as his entire body jerked and spasmed. He was still twitching when West released him and climbed up him, still partially blinded when his chin was captured and his face was positioned. When those firm lips pressed against his own and an insistent tongue urged him to open.

He did, gasping when West forced the come he'd just collected into his mouth. His struggles returned, but the Demon flattened himself over him, easily pinning him to the mattress as he continued to force-feed him his own spunk.

West's hand came down over his mouth when he pulled away. "Swallow it all, babe. Don't disappoint me now."

It was disgusting, but it wasn't like he had another choice. Nix swallowed, gagging the second West released him. He turned onto his side, head hanging over the edge of the bed as he hacked, but fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it—nothing came up.

"Don't be so dramatic," West chided, climbing off the bed. He bent down and licked at the stream of tears coating Nix's left cheek. "Tasty."

Nix shoved him away but fell back onto the mattress, completely spent and out of energy.

"Stay here until you get the feeling in your legs back," West suggested, grabbing a backpack off the ground by the desk. He checked his multi-slate and swore. "Damn. I'm late. Coach is going to be pissed."

Nix was pissed.

West yanked open the door and took a single step into the hall before pausing and turning back. He grinned at him. "Thanks for breakfast, Nixie."