Page 43 of Inferno
“And where might that be?”
“Down the… In the… There’s a bottle…” Unable to come up with a sensible description, Yorin batted at Nerik to get him to move off of himself, then stumbled out of bed and across the room. Naked, he dashed down the stairs to the kitchen, plucking a bottle of olive oil off the shelf. Then he hightailed it back up the stairs.
He’d been gone barely thirty seconds, but Nerik had rearranged himself in the interim, now lying on his back in the middle of the bed, cock in hand, slowly stroking himself. Yorin stood at the end of the bed, holding the bottle awkwardly. “So, um… How do you want to do this?” He’d never had anything inside himself more adventurous than his own fingers.
In reply, Nerik shot him a cheeky grin and spread his legs, his thick erection on full display. “How about like this?”
Yorin swallowed hard. “So you, um…” He could see the pucker of Nerik’s entrance, and his cock twitched at the sight. “You want me inside you?”
“If that’s okay with you?”
Yorin nodded, easing onto the bed and crawling forward on his hands and knees. He pulled the cork out of the bottle and drizzled a little onto his fingers, then set it aside. He reached between Nerik’s legs, swirling a little of the oil around his entrance, then slipped one slender finger inside. He glanced up at Nerik’s face to see his reaction.
Nerik’s eyes were closed, a look of bliss on his face. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Keep going.”
Yorin did, working that one finger in and out, while Nerik kept up a slow rhythm on his own cock, and then he tentatively added a second finger. Nerik moaned when he did, parting his legs wider and thrusting his hips up a little. “Is this okay?” Yorin asked, though from where he was sitting, Nerik seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
“Fuck, stop teasing me,” Nerik muttered, giving his cock a couple of faster strokes. “Harder.”
Yorin added a third finger, gently and slowly, given the tight grip Nerik’s ass had on his hand, but when Nerik growled and mumbled, “Gods, yes!” he quickened his pace.
“Fuck, I want you in me now,” Nerik said, batting at Yorin’s arm. “Please… Oh fuck, I need to come…”
Apprehensively, Yorin removed his fingers and shuffled his knees so he was kneeling between Nerik’s legs. “Um, how do you…?” He pressed Nerik’s thighs back, trying to line up his body in the right place. Yorin’s knees were getting in the way, and Nerik’s hips weren’t high enough. “Sorry, I… Hang on…” Nerik tried to help, but he was too eager, and unable to stay still. Yorin got himself lined up at one point, but then slid backwards down Nerik’s ass crack, instead of pressing inside him.
“Okay, wait, hang on… This might be easier,” Nerik said, tugging Yorin over to one side. He went willingly, lying on his back as Nerik arranged him to his satisfaction. Then he straddled Yorin’s hips, lining up his entrance with Yorin’s cock. “Just lie still for a bit, okay?” Nerik asked, and Yorin nodded. He had no desire to hurt the man, regardless of the pulsing lust rushing through his veins.
Nerik pressed backwards, and Yorin felt a tight pressure against his cock. Then he slipped inside, and a slick heat enveloped him. “Oh gods, yes…” He went to thrust his hips up, and remembered Nerik’s warning to stay still at the last moment. So instead, he shoved the fleshy part of his thumb into his mouth and bit down, controlling his urge to come with pain instead.
Nerik worked himself up and down, taking more of Yorin’s cock inside himself in slow degrees. Sooner than Yorin would have expected, he was fully seated, and Nerik began to move in earnest. A steady flow of words came from his mouth as he thrust his hips against Yorin’s, both curses and praise, and Yorin found that his own hips had joined in, rolling rhythmically in time with Nerik’s movements.
“Oh gods, I’m going to come,” Nerik blurted out.
“Let me…” Yorin took over from Nerik’s hand, stroking Nerik’s cock as the man sped up his movements, thrusting his hips back, rising up on muscular thighs, his abdominal muscles tense and his head thrown back in pleasure. The sight, along with the sudden and somewhat ridiculous realisation thathe was having sex, tipped Yorin over the edge. A burst of sensation shot through his groin, like kindling in a bonfire. Yorin yelled out something, though he had no idea what the words might have been, as his body emptied itself into Nerik’s. A moment later, Nerik was writhing and cursing, and Yorin could feel the tense contractions around his cock as Nerik spasmed around him.
For long moments, all that could be heard in the room was the harsh pants of their breathing and the occasional groan of satisfaction. Finally, Nerik lifted himself up, wincing as Yorin slipped out of him. He collapsed sideways, landing on the bed beside Yorin, and Yorin got up to fetch a towel to clean up.
But once he had one in hand, snatched off the back of the one chair in the room, he realised there was far less mess on him than he’d expected.
“Wait, did you… But you haven’t…” Yorin was confused. Nerik seemed to have climaxed, yet there was nothing on Yorin’s hand aside from the oil, nor on his abdomen, where Nerik should have…
“Oh, yeah, I don’t ejaculate,” Nerik said, looking embarrassed about it. “I can’t. I guess that’s one thing the witch couldn’t quite figure out. I mean, it’s not like infernals have a lot of spare fluid floating around, so conjuring water out of thin air was a step too far.”
“But when I kiss you… you have saliva, right?”
Nerik shrugged. “Can’t explain that one,” he said, looking uncomfortable. “I honestly don’t know how some of this magic works.”
Yorin shook his head, cleaning his hand then tossing the towel to Nerik so he could wipe himself. “It’s not a problem,” he said, not wanting Nerik to feel awkward about it. “I just didn’t expect it. I’m still figuring out how all of this works.”
“I still can’t believe you’re so calm about… well, everything.” Nerik scooted backwards, tugging the blankets out from beneath him and tucking his legs in underneath. Yorin went to toss the towel in the laundry hamper, pleased that Nerik felt comfortable enough to assume he could stay. Yorin wanted him to stay. For a long time.
Yorin returned to the bed and slid in beside Nerik, feeling a little awkward, but determined to enjoy the moment. Were they supposed to talk now? Would Nerik just go to sleep? Would they cuddle? Nerik solved the problem by wrapping one arm around Yorin’s waist and resting his head on Yorin’s shoulder. Yorin responded by sliding his arm around Nerik’s shoulder.
“A lot of strange things have been happening lately,” Yorin said, tugging the blanket a fraction higher, then snuggling into the pillow. “Dragons carrying passengers, demons escaping from cages, people talking about all manner of strange ideas to do with the gate. Seeing you that first time was a shock, I’ll admit that. But I saw how vulnerable you were when you got wet. We talked about unicorns being tameable. And I’ve had my reservations about the warriors for months. Years, even. Somehow, it all just seemed to slot into place.”
“It certainly did,” Nerik said, with a lascivious leer.
Yorin laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”