The Duke's Demon (An MM Dark Fantasy Romance) : (Starian Cycle Book 2) by Iris Foxglove

Author:Iris Foxglove [Foxglove, Iris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Belladonna Press
Published: 2021-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

Devon was likely out of his depth again. A small note of panic sounded in the back of his mind— he only knew how to make it hurt, how to grit his teeth and force himself through it, how to treat his own pleasure like something shameful to be dealt with in silence. He pressed his lips to Sebastien’s, felt the slight ridged sting of teeth too sharp to be human, and stared up into eyes gone wide.

“Do you have oil,” he managed, softly. “For, for this. It’s usually kept near the bed, makes it feel better.”

Sebastien practically climbed over him to check the drawers by the bed, and came back with an unopened bottle.

“If you, ah. Slick your cock with it,” Devon said, and gasped as Sebastien’s hard cock slid along his. Sebastien took himself in hand, oil dripping onto Devon as he stroked himself, and Devon’s breath was short and his pulse too fast, desire hot under his skin.

“If you could.” Devon took a shaky breath. “Take me like this, on my back.”

“Yes,” Sebastien said. “We would see you, while you shake with pleasure under us.”

“Fuck, just. Just, you can, you can—take my hips, pull them up like—” His breath hitched as Sebastien manhandled him half onto his lap, Devon’s arms straining as he kept his hands above his head. “You can just take me. I can take it.”

Sebastien met his gaze, and Devon remembered that Sariel could feel the old fear uncoiling far below, a memory of pain, of dread.

“If I’m…too tight, you can always…with your fingers, first, and the oil…”

Sebastien reached for the bottle again. Devon tensed when he felt Sebastien’s fingers brush along his backside, but Sebastien was still watching him, holding him with his gaze.

It didn’t hurt, this time.

“You were right, my flame,” Sebastien said, when he was working two fingers into him, and Devon was clenching his hands and trying not to rock back on the sheets. “You can take it very well.”

Devon blushed hot, and his lips parted as Sebastien pressed against something that made the building pleasure spike in the core of him.

“Ah, what was that?” Sebastien tried again, and Devon bit down a moan.

“It’s. There’s, ah, there’s a place inside where…” Devon did moan, this time, low and breathless, head tilted back on the mattress. “It feels…good, sometimes, when you’re being taken, and—ah, Sebastien, you’ll—push me over the edge if you—”

“You won’t come until I give you leave,” Sebastien said, relentless, and Devon shook and writhed as pleasure rolled through him in waves, building to a dizzying peak. Then Sebastien drew away, and Devon let out a great gust of breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck me, please. Sebastien—Sariel.”

Sebastien smiled, small and fleeting, and knelt to line himself up while Devon panted on the messy sheets. When he pushed inside, it was just enough for Devon to feel it, without the sting of pain to make it unbearable. He stared up at Sebastien, clenching and unclenching his hands around the silk at his wrists, and tried to roll his hips to take more of him in.

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