Page 39 of Hallowed & Haunted
“Fool.”
Niillas licks a broad stripe from the base of Sander’s cock to the tip, and Sander’s legs nearly buckle.
“But a brave fool who deserves a reward.”
“Reward?” Sander all but whines.
Instead of answering, Niillas licks him again, slow and sensual, his predatory gaze still fixed on Sander when he swallows him down, and all rational thought leaves Sander.
The next minutes blur in a haze of pure pleasure. The heat of Niillas’ mouth, his hands keeping Sander steady, the warm watercaressing his body along with Niillas’ tongue, and just ahintof teeth.
Sander moans and squirms, his hands buried in Niillas’ hair, and Niillas hums around him, one hand slipping from Sander’s hip to cup his balls.
“I’m close,” Sander manages between incoherent moans, tugging slightly on Niillas’ hair to make him release him.
But Niillas clearly has other ideas, because he takes Sander indeeper, nose nudging against the wet curls of Sander’s pubic hair.
“Niillas—”
The feeling is delicious, all-encompassing, and as Niillas lets his hand wander further between Sander’s legs, just a hint of pressure against his hole…
Sander comes with a strangled wail, his knees finally buckling under him, but Niillas is there. One forearm on Sander’s hips, pinning him in place against the tiles, a fingertip sliding inside Sander, and Niillas sucking every last drop of cum from Sander’s twitching cock.
Sanderwhinesin mindless pleasure, and Niillas drags the moment on for what feels like forever.
Only when Sander’s whines turn distressed from oversensitivity, Niillas retreats. His eyes are dark with lust, and he rises gracefully, giving Sander a taste of himself when he presses him more firmly against the wall and kisses him.
“You good?”
“More than good,” Sander breathes against Niillas’ lips.
Jesus, when has he ever experienced something this hot?
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Huh?
Niillas turns him around, the hard line of his cock pressing against Sander’s ass, sliding between his cheeks.
“Not going to push inside you. But I want you to hold still while I take my pleasure. Can you do that, Captain?”
“Please.”
Sander turns his head to offer to be kissed while Niillas rubs shamelessly against his ass. It feels incredible to be held in place by Niillas’ strong body, to feel his obvious arousal, and to let Niillas use his body for his pleasure. Sander can’t wait to have Niillas inside him.
“Fuck me properly next time.”
Niillas’ thrusts stutter, and then he’s coming all over Sander’s ass and lower back.
“Hell, Sander.” Niillas bites down hard on his shoulder. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?” Sander mutters, suddenly boneless and sleepy and utterly content.
“Because my bear takes you at your word.”
“Your bear…cute,” Sander slurs, drunk with pleasure and Niillas’ touch. “I’m counting on it.”
He can sense the moment the truth of his words register because Niillas relaxes, curling his whole body around Sander.They stay like this for a long time, just breathing, and Sander feels utterly and completely safe.