Page 42 of Inferno
Nerik rolled Yorin more fully on top of himself, which didn’t help the situation at all. Now, instead of pressing against his thigh, Yorin’s groin was pressing directly against Nerik’s erection.
Yorin pushed himself up on his elbows, hoping for some relief, but the move just pressed his groin more fully against Nerik’s, while also giving Nerik the space to explore his chest. Yorin felt teasing fingers pinch his nipple, then Nerik leaned up to press his mouth to the same spot.
Yorin groaned and cursed, legs splayed, simultaneously trying to move his erection away from Nerik’s body and press it closer.
“You haven’t done this before, right?” Nerik asked, and Yorin felt himself blush bright red. “That’s not a complaint,” Nerik added quickly. “Just checking where we’re up to.”
“Uh, no, I… I haven’t,” Yorin confirmed.
“Okay then.” Nerik pressed him back gently, and Yorin allowed himself to be pushed onto his back. Nerik straddled him, shuffling down his body a little, and then his hands landed on Yorin’s belt. “Can I undo this?” Nerik asked, his fingers already getting to work.
“Y… Yes,” Yorin said, somehow managing to keep breathing. Gods above, the bulge in Nerik’s pants was significantly bigger than it had been before. He hadn’t thought about that, about how this was going to work, and who was going to be doing what, and in what position, and what if…
“Yorin!” Yorin’s attention snapped back to where Nerik had paused in his ministrations, hand still on Yorin’s belt, eyes watching his face cautiously. Nerik’s free hand settled over Yorin’s, and he realised that he was gripping the sheets like his life depended on it. “Do you want me to stop?” Nerik asked, with no censure in his voice whatsoever.
“No,” Yorin said. That was the last thing he wanted. And yet…
“Do you want me to slow down?”
Yorin didn’t answer, didn’t know what the answer was supposed to be. But in response, Nerik abandoned his attempts at undoing Yorin’s trousers and leaned down, kissing him gently. The kiss lengthened, and it increased in heat as the seconds ticked by.
By the time Nerik pulled back, Yorin was breathless and lightheaded, his hands tangled in Nerik’s hair and his hips grinding upwards to chase whatever friction was available.
“How are you feeling?” Nerik asked, mischief sparkling in his blue eyes. Yorin glanced southward, where his trousers were becoming decidedly uncomfortable.
“Like I’m going to need a little more room down there,” he said, lust having temporarily silenced his inhibitions.
Nerik’s lips curved upwards. “Let me take care of that for you.” His fingers made quick work of the buckle and buttons, and then Yorin felt his warm hand slide inside his trousers. He was wearing a pair of cotton undershorts, and he felt Nerik fumble with the drawstring at the waistband, and then his hand was sliding inside that as well.
Yorin arched his back and moaned as Nerik’s firm grip took hold of him. He watched as Nerik’s arm moved, the muscles bunching in time with the stroking of his cock, and the combination of sight and sensation damn near sent him over the edge right there.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his eyes roaming over Nerik’s body to try and take in all of him, all at once.
In response, Nerik kissed him again, hot and demanding, with open mouth and roving tongue. Yorin tried to press his hips upwards, but found himself constrained by Nerik’s thighs, where the man was still straddling him. So instead, he grabbed Nerik’s ass with both hands, pulling him forward to grind their groins together. Nerik’s hand got trapped in between, and Yorin could feel him grinning through the kiss. He let his head drop back onto the pillow, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, even as he continued to rock his hips upwards.
“Never thought you’d be so demanding in bed,” Nerik said with a grin. “Makes me think we should have done this far sooner.”
“We’ve wasted too much time already,” Yorin said, lifting his head so that he could see what he was doing, and then unbuttoning Nerik’s trousers as quickly as his fingers could manage. “Take these off,” he said, tugging the waistband down.
Nerik hopped off the bed, doing as Yorin had asked. Yorin stripped his own trousers and shorts off, tossing them off the end of the bed, knowing he would have to clean and press the trousers later. A minor detail in a far more interesting set of circumstances.
Nerik was back on top of him a moment later, and Yorin revelled in the feel of warm skin against his own, of the rumble of pleasure that echoed out of Nerik’s chest, and the sense of completeness that came from finally having someone in his life that he trusted, that he enjoyed, and who enjoyed him.
Long minutes later, Nerik was holding both of their erections together in one hand, rubbing and thrusting while he gazed into Yorin’s eyes. Yorin could barely breathe by that point, lost in sensation and in the delicious words that Nerik muttered into his ear. But finally, as Yorin was beginning to reach the point of no return, Nerik pulled back, releasing his grip on Yorin’s cock.
“What? No, wait…” Yorin protested, sitting halfway up as Nerik retreated.
“Don’t panic, I’m not going anywhere,” Nerik said, breathing quickly himself. It occurred to Yorin that he still hadn’t asked Nerik about that, about whether heneededto breathe, or if it was just an illusion created by the witch, but he shelved the idea for now. There were far more important things to be taken care of.
“If you wanted to,” Nerik said, “and I say this with no pressure at all, but if you want to, we could…” He glanced down at Yorin, where his erection was red and weeping between them. “Well, we’d need some oil for the next step.”
If there had been any blood left in Yorin’s brain, that sentence would have drained the last of it. “Uh… yeah,” he managed to gasp out, between desperate breaths as his body squirmed and pleaded for satisfaction.
“Yes, you have oil?” Nerik prompted, when Yorin didn’t manage to say anything more helpful than that.
“Yeah.”