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Gluttony

“Lust and Emrys are looking for Gyro.” “Do I want to know why?” “I highly doubt that.” “I’ll make sure to send them in the wrong direction.”

I’m ready to go out and hunt Saeran down by the time he appears in my bedroom window. He perches himself on the sill, white-blond hair glowing from the moon at his back. His intense stare is focused completely on me, the way it should be.

“There’s a front door.” I’ve been keeping an eye on the wrong entrance.

Saeran smiles at me in a way that makes my heart flip, equal parts warm and cheeky. Somehow I know I’ve seen it before. Not in this lifetime, but another, I’m sure of it.

“Habit,” he says, almost sheepishly. He gestures behind himself with a hand over his shoulder. “Should I…?”

“Don’t even think about it.” I’m not letting him out of my sight. He’s fucking lucky that I didn’t put up a fight about him staying behind, especially after the chimera fight and the way he’s barely standing upright. If he thinks I haven’t been worrying about him very second, he’s wrong.

How does no one else notice how tired he looks? The lack of color in his skin and the dead drop of his wings? It’s easy to see how quickly he’s deteriorating every day. He can’t have much magic left, and he used up a lot of it this afternoon.

That ends tonight.

I have a lifetime to learn about, and he’s the only one who can show me. Not to mention all the gifts I’ll demand from him. Only from him. I’m not in the mood to wait and find his reincarnation. I’m not like him, and he doesn’t get to leave.

Saeran drops from the window, moving from a crouch to standing in a single fluid step. He has a gorgeous body. Lithe, graceful. The epitome of Fae elegance.

“Gluttony, the Light know that I’m alive.” He clenches his hands to fists at his side, lips pulling down. “They’re going to come looking for me. We need to speak to the others and—”

“Later.” They aren’t here now, coming for what’s mine, and we can deal with it tomorrow. I have different plans tonight, and I won’t be made to wait any longer.

“It won’t wait till later,” Saeran insists, striding toward me.

“Tell me about us.”

He stops directly in front of where I’m sitting on the edge of my— our —bed. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” Clasping his hips, I rub my thumbs over the soft fabric of his shirt. He has too many layers on. Time to rectify that.

“I—um—” He licks his lips and glances at where I’m holding him. “You and your brothers were raised by druids on the outskirts of my court. It wasn’t mine at the time but my parents’. We don’t know if you had any parents; the druids are a secretive bunch, and from what we know, one day you were just there.”

“Bringing sin to your perfect world,” I say with a smirk. Shifting the hem of his shirt up allows me to feel the warmth of his skin. It’s perfect. Bitable.

He arches into my touch with a little gasp. “Sin didn’t have the same meaning back then. Virtus, the group Conor is with, they changed all of that on this side. It was more… like a sign from our gods. A blessing. Sin didn’t mean evil. Virtue didn’t mean good. Light, Dark, it was about the sun and the moon. Harmony of nature and balance. Never so black-and-white as they make it.”

“And us, Saeran?” He’s not wearing a belt, three buttons keeping his black pants secure. Easily undone. All his clothes are dark, I’ve noticed. Still trying to hide in the shadows. Not with me, he won’t.

“What are you doing?” Saeran asks on a stuttered breath.

“And us, Saeran?” I prompt. Tracing the sharp lines of his hip bones makes me want to run my tongue over the groove and travel further down.

“They kept you all sequestered. I didn’t meet you until I was fifteen. Gyro’s been with me since birth, and she knew who you were straightaway.”

“Yours.” A strange concept, fated from birth. Never a chance to try other options or know what other experiences are out there waiting. Not given a choice.

And yet, looking at Saeran standing in front of me, a light-red hue over his cheeks, white-blond hair messy and damp, the barest hint of skin teasing me… I’ve never had anyone else, not in all the time my memory exists.

It doesn’t make a difference for me. I don’t want anyone else. I want him. All of him, willingly surrendered.

Mine.

“Yes. We were inseparable after that. We married on my twentieth birthday and took our place on the throne when I was one hundred and three.”

He ruled for a long time after that. More than a few lifetimes together before it all got taken from us. “Lift your arms.” With one sweeping motion, his top layers are gone, his chest exposed to me. “What did we do before then?”

He gives another secret, half-happy, half-sad smile. “We lived. We drove my parents mad.” He cups my face in his hands, small and warm. “You hated the aerie palace. Too clean and organized. Not enough stuff everywhere. Every time you tried to add ‘life’ to it, as you called it, it disappeared the next day.”

That sounds like me. Neat and structured isn’t my style. Where would I put my hoard? Hide it away? Fuck that.

“We didn’t live there. Our home was less sleek sophistication and more loving clutter.”

“Yeah?” He shudders when I kiss his belly, muscles shifting under me. Hands dig into my shoulders, nails scratching when I give an experimental bite.

“Gluttony, please.” He says my name like a curse, and I can’t get enough.

“I won’t stop,” I promise, sliding my beard over his hard, smooth skin. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-yes.” His hands move from my shoulders to my neck and back. “Yes.”

“Tell me more about us and our home.”

“I—” He sucks in a sharp breath when I travel up his chest to his nipple. I plan on tasting every inch of him tonight.

“We built ourselves a home, deep in the Dorcha forest. There were rooms filled with gifts that I made you, so many that you had to keep adding space. Our bedroom held all your favorite gifts; our bed was in the middle of the room, surrounded by them.”

That sounds perfect to me. Except something in the tone of his voice and the way he’s suddenly tense under my touch tells me something’s wrong. “What is it?”

“I don’t know what’s happened to it. They would have found it by now. Destroyed it.”

A sharp bite on his nipple diverts his attention, and he threads his fingers in my hair, cradling me to him. I lick and suck until the pebble is wet and swollen, thoroughly stimulated by teeth and tongue.

My rock-hard dick aches when he moans my name again. The powerful response that I have to him, when I’ve never much cared for physical pleasure, makes me a believer. If he was made for me, then I get to enjoy all of him. And enjoy I’m going to.

Pulling back, I coax him into my lap. He doesn’t fight me, settling comfortably.

“We’ll make them pay for all of it.” Every one of them will die for what they’ve done. “Right now, I want you to forget all of that and kiss me.”

“Gluttony, we—”

“You said yourself, they already know you’re here. Why are you still holding yourself back?” Why won’t he give me all of him, even now?

“I’m afraid,” he admits, hands running down my chest. Back up again. Motions to soothe himself.

“Of what?”

He plucks at the buttons of my vest. “Us. Losing you again. They’re so powerful, Gluttony; you have no idea.”

“I won’t let that happen again.” The Light can suck my dick; they aren’t taking any of this from me.

“You may not have a choice. They killed you last time, remember?”

“I’m not who I was then.” That causes him pain, but it might be what changes the outcome this time. I don’t lose, and whatever happens next, that’s not changing.

He opens his mouth—probably to argue with me more, the stubborn Fae—and I drag him forward by his nape. He whimpers into the kiss, holding on as I demand everything from him. He gives it to me, further settling his weight on me and rocking his hips.

Electricity arcs up my back, and a crack of lightning illuminates the sky outside.

“You taste sweet.” Like caramel.

“You taste like home,” Saeran breathes out.

My gut clenches at the words. I’m missing so many pieces, and I can see them jagged and broken in his bright-blue eyes. “Stand up for me.”

His pants sit low on his hips, the undone buttons no longer keeping them in place. Black briefs underneath, of course. I skim fingers across the skin above his waistband, and his breath catches. So responsive to me that I’m the one that feels like a king.

My lips trace over his flat stomach—soft and hairless—and I hook my fingers to slowly drag his clothes down, following the trajectory with kisses and long licks. I drag my tongue across exactly where I wanted to, the curve of his hip somehow even sweeter than the rest. Fingers find my hair again, tugging, not to lead but to hold on.

I stop when his cock is fully bared to me, hard and leaking. Will he taste sweet there too? I’ve never cared enough to wonder about it before now.

My large hand engulfs him obscenely, and I’m salivating in anticipation. Tilting his length toward me, I give the tip an experimental lick.

He cries out, knees buckling. He holds tighter to my head to keep himself upright, all but covering me.

Sweet doesn’t even begin to describe the taste of him. A perfect blend of bitter and sweetness along with hints of something entirely him. Musky and delicious. Sucking on the head gives me more of his sticky essence, and it coats my mouth. What will it feel like when he comes in my mouth?

Saeran makes unintelligible noises, rocking his hips and clenching and unclenching in my hair.

“That’s it, let me hear you,” I whisper before swallowing him down completely. His cry surrounds us, and he bends forward, chest against the top of my head. Sliding an arm around his waist, I encourage him to get as close as he can. He doesn’t stretch my mouth to its limit, giving me more room to curl my tongue around him and explore every bump and vein.

I don’t need to have done this before to know the mechanics of it. Or how to pay attention to Saeran’s reactions. Suction makes him groan. He likes it when I play with his balls. Likes it more when I roll them in my mouth.

It’s easier to suck him with my hands on his ass, holding him in place for my pleasure. By the time I find a nice, steady rhythm, he’s begging and cursing me in equal measures.

“Please—please, Gluttony—I’m so close—I need to—”

My pace doesn’t change. The swollen, well-used throbbing in my mouth is too fucking good. He doesn’t need to tell me he’s close; he’s leaking like a broken tap, and I’m licking up every drop of it.

Saeran lets out a surprised, strangled cry when I take him to the floor in one swift move. Without letting his dick out of my mouth, I spread him out on the thick carpet. He immediately wraps his legs around my shoulders, squirming and pushing up into me.

I squeeze an ass cheek, using the hold as leverage to lift him up so I can bob on him faster, speeding up to get him where I want him: coming for me.

He’s repeating my name like a litany, like it’s all he remembers in his mindless need. Even when there’s nothing else left, I’m still there.

The first press of my thumb against his entrance sends him skyrocketing. Thunder rumbles outside, more lightning turning the night to day. A strike hits beside Saeran’s head as he comes.

Saeran writhes on the floor, heels digging into my back. I continue sucking him, determined to lick him clean and not waste any of it. I’m glad that I’ve never done this with anyone else. This belongs to us alone.

I keep the tip of my thumb inside him, even when I pull off and lick up and down his shaft. Getting him used to me. He may have had my dick inside him before, but it’s been a long time.

An ugly thought occurs to me.

I tug at Saeran, getting him completely under me in a split second, my hips anchoring his to the floor. “We’ve been apart a long time.”

He stares at me without comprehension, his eyes foggy glass. Lost to the pleasure I’m giving him. He eventually nods. “Yes,” he says hoarsely. The pain is a physical entity between us, a shadow that’s been strangling him.

“How many people have you been with during that time?”

How many people do I have to kill?

His eyes widen, and he reaches for me, nails raking my vest. “No one.” His hands fist, twisting fabric. “No one,” he repeats. “It’s only you. I could never—it’s only you.”

There’s nothing but truth in his earnest expression, beseeching me to believe him.

Maybe I am as much a fool as Lust and Wrath. Because I do believe him. I have no reason to, not when he’s done nothing but lie to me at every turn since we met. Even so, I’m willing to leap without knowing where I’ll land.

Hauling him to me, I fuse our lips together. He arches into it with a sweet gasp, his hands tugging at my clothing. It doesn’t take us long to get me naked and to carry Saeran to the bed. Seeing him on my sheets, naked, his whole body vibrating with how much he needs me, awakens a raw desire to possess. To own.

He’s another gift to me.

He looks at me like I’m the answer to all his questions, the medicine for all his ails, his savior. I could get used to that. Something that’s mine alone, without stipulations.

I’ll keep him safe, like I do with everything that belongs to me. I don’t break anything that’s mine. Only everything else.

Saeran spreads his legs, beckoning me forward. “I want to touch you.”

“When I’m ready.” It’s my turn, first. I’m not done feasting on him. “Don’t move.”

Without waiting for a reply, I lean in to lick at his collarbone, dragging my tongue over the bone. Then to his nipples to give them more attention. I love the way they fit in my mouth, how they feel between my teeth.

Saeran arches his back. “Ngh. Gluttony.”

He doesn’t follow up my name with anything, and I grin, tugging at the pebbled nub before continuing, kissing every inch of him. I’ve never wanted to savor or hoard anything more.

He squirms under me when I tongue at his belly button, and I have to hold him down, hands spanned over his slim hips.

I take my time, skirting around where he’s hardening again already. Grazing my beard across his inner thighs has him a trembling mess, his legs falling open to give me more room. His small keening cries and pleading almost make me change my mind about going slow. Almost.

We have all the time in the world. The finish line isn’t the point, only the destination.

“Please, can I—I want to—”

“Put your hands in my hair.”

He moves instantly, a pulling sting erupting in my scalp. He tugs hard as I nip at his sensitive flesh. I could do this for hours, soaking him in to enjoy every sound that he makes. Try new things and see what other sounds I can bring out.

By the time I’m done exploring, going all the way to his ankles and back up, he’s panting, his toes curling in the sheets and my name an agonized whisper on his lips.

Fisting his now fully hard cock, I shift to grab lube from the nightstand. I don’t often need it, but it makes my infrequent solo sessions more pleasant. There’s plenty left, and what I’m about to do with it is going to be a hell of a lot more pleasant.

Saeran bites his bottom lip, watching me with his intense blue eyes. He doesn’t watch me like he’s waiting for me to be someone, to turn back time and have me be the version that remembers our vast history.

He’s watching me like a man in love whose dreams have come true.

I can’t resist moving up to kiss him, biting gently on that bottom lip myself and drinking deep of all the whines rising from the back of his throat.

A crackle of thunder echoes loudly in the room, and lightning hits the nightstand, then another on the carpet. Physical manifestations of my emotions. I’ve never seen it quite like this. A reaction purely born from Saeran.

“Spread for me.” I lift under his knee to encourage him to move where I want him. He reaches for me at the same time, and I allow it, his palm warm against my chest. He needs the constant contact, and so do I.

I skim his hole with my thumb, and he lets out a sharp, “ Ah! ”

“Sensitive?” I do it again, taking in his face as I add pressure. He doesn’t try to shield how it feels, expression open, guileless. He kept so much from me at the start, and now there’s nothing but pure unadulterated truth. Everything open.

Lifting a leg even higher, I get my first look at the place I plan to bury myself very soon. He’s so fucking small. If I was more ignorant about sex, I’d wonder how I’ll fit. If I’ll fit. Being a virgin in this lifetime doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. Impossible to share a home with Lust and his parties and not have a pretty good idea of how it all works.

His tight muscles spasm when I drizzle lube over him, spreading it around and pushing some inside. Our eyes meet in a heated stare, and nails scratch at my chest, leaving their mark.

My finger disappears into him, all the way to the third knuckle. He’s so fucking hot and tight, and I can’t wait to feel it around my cock. A storm brews in his eyes, arcs of lightning, like he’s drawing magic directly from me.

It continues to rage—both in the blue of his gaze and outside—as I slowly slide in and out of him, getting him ready for a larger intrusion. He clutches my wrist in an attempt to make me go faster.

Leaning over him, I brace my free hand next to his head and hover, still fucking him with one finger. At my pace. “I’m in control here.”

Saeran rotates his hips, still silently demanding more. “I need you.”

“You have me.” There’s no letting go. Not now.

I add a second finger, and he throws his head back with a guttural groan. “More, Gluttony. Please .”

“Soon,” I soothe. I’m enjoying the way he begs, the way he’s squeezing me. Too much so to rush this. Besides, he needs thorough preparation to take me, so that I can slide in nice and easy.

Dragging him into another kiss, I swallow all his sounds while I stretch him, speeding up and slowing down. He moans at the addition of a third finger. So damn responsive to me. His legs hook around the middle of my back, and he rises, meeting me thrust for thrust. He tries to pull away from my kiss, and I don’t let him, dominating his mouth along with the rest of him.

I’ll give him what he wants. When I’m ready.

Pulling my fingers out, I lift him up to straddle my bent legs, gliding my cock up and down his crease. The lube already there helps the friction, but it’s not enough. We’re going to need more.

He clings to my neck, and I lift him one-handed, using the other to coat my cock generously.

“Are you ready?” I don’t need his answer; he’s been greedy for me from the moment I put my hands on him. He’s been mine from the very beginning.

“Forever,” he gasps, burying his head in my shoulder, teeth digging into my skin. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

Good answer.

I don’t enter him straightaway. Instead, I line myself up, my cockhead pushing against his entrance with teasing strokes over his hole and along his crease. It leads to more gorgeous begging in my ear. I could listen to it all night. He tries to force me inside, hands gripping so tightly to my scalp that it stings.

With a chuckle, I turn my head, cheek against his temple. “Do you want something?”

“You. All of you. Please,” he breathes out, unashamed of the naked need in his tone. He wants me so badly he’s shaking with it. I’m at the end of my patience too.

Our mouths hover, breath mingling. The lightning is an almost constant now as I lower him onto me. Matching our rapid heartbeats.

Fuck me . He’s tighter than I imagined, holding onto my dick like a vice. He moans, lips brushing mine. He stills once he’s fully seated as if the urgency is suddenly gone. I’m in no hurry either. I haven’t known him nearly as long as he’s known me, and this still feels like I’ve waited forever too.

Mine.

Grasping his neck, I pull his head back so that I can see his eyes again. They look fucking incredible with the streaks of lightning making the blue that much brighter. I lift his hips, sliding almost all the way out and then down again, feeling every inch of him in excruciating detail.

Saeran gets the hint, his thighs locking in mine as he keeps up the pace. I can’t look away from him, the dark flush on his cheeks, the shimmering color of his wings in my periphery. He’s magnificent, and he belongs to me.

He relaxes in my arms, trusting me implicitly when I take him to his back, stretching over him. It gives me a different angle, and I take advantage with slow, hard thrusts. His breath hitches every time I bury myself to the hilt.

“You like that? Feel good?” I mouth at his jaw, creeping down to his throat to bite down on his pulse point. His cock twitches between us, and a broken, unintelligible noise that’s all raw emotion spills out of his mouth.

“Answer me, Saeran.”

Nails scrape at my shoulders, hips meeting mine on every thrust. “There’s nothing—nothing like it. It’s everything. Don’t stop.”

I do the opposite, speeding up and changing my angle again. Nothing short of him saying a resounding “no” could stop me now. There should be a nerve—right there.

Saeran screams, coming a second time as I ruthlessly drive against his prostate. Need to put that sound in a music box. One to listen to when we do this again.

Gathering him close, I cover his body with my own, all his limbs holding me tight and locking us together. Every snap of my hips hurtles me toward the inevitable end. The only reason I don’t slow down and prolong it further is because I know there’ll be a next time. And a next. And a next.

He writhes underneath me, and I capture his lips, tongues tangling as I desperately seek my own release. The thunder cracks outside, louder now. Lightning keeping the room lit up. Constant groans sit between us, and I can’t tell if they’re mine or his. My eyes squeeze shut when pleasure races over me, balls drawing in tight.

“Yes, please, please, please,” Saeran begs breathlessly.

This time I give him exactly what he wants, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Lightning hits the pillow beside Saeran’s head, disintegrating it. Another hits the edge, splitting wood. A surge of energy pulses out of us, breaking shelves, bursting lights, and shattering the windows into a million shards. Echoes of destruction cascading through the mansion filter to us.

How far did the energy go?

Saeran pulls me in for a lazy kiss, and I indulge him, needing to remain close to him just as much.

“I missed you, so much,” Saeran whispers, cracked words that linger. Centuries of pain and hurt that won’t so easily be mended.

I don’t know how, but I find that I’ve missed him too.

A strange noise close by drags my attention away from him. The sphere that Saeran gave me, the one that needed a key.

It’s open.