Page 129 of Night Fae

Zev pulled back enough to look down at him. "Do you want to be wearing this many clothes?"

Malik blinked. He was wearing a shirt and jeans. Something he hadn't taken conscious note of before Zev had mentioned it, but now that he was aware, the clothes were very much in the way. He focused on the idea of being naked, and suddenly, his skin was bare under Zev's touch.

"Better?" Malik teased, arching up into Zev with a smile.

Zev's eyes went dark with want, and he pressed another hard kiss to Malik's lips. "Almost perfect."

He shifted closer, and suddenly, there was no space between them. No fabric separating his skin from Zev's hot, bare cock. The feel of it sent sparks racing down Malik's spine.

Zev rolled their hips together slowly. The drag of his cock against Malik's own was delicious torture, and Malik couldn't help the soft moan that fell from his lips.

He didn’t even try to muffle it.

Why would he?

This was a space just for them. No one but Zev would hear him.

"I love the sounds you make," Zev murmured, kissing the spot where Malik's jaw met his throat as he rocked his hips forward. "But I wonder what other sounds I could coax from you."

Before Malik could form a reply, Zev slid his hand between their bodies, closing it around Malik's cock and stroking slowly. The sensation was overwhelming—the firm, sure touch coupled with the pressure of Zev against his hipbone. Pleasure spiraled outward through Malik's whole body, making him shudder helplessly.

He was vaguely aware of Zev murmuring something against his neck, too distracted by the slow glide of Zev's palm along the length of his shaft. Then Zev's thumb flicked over the sensitive tip of Malik's cock and he shuddered again, gasping out loud as pleasure spiked sharply through him.

"Still not loud enough." The words vibrated against Malik's skin, sending shivers across his body. "Let's change that, shall we?"

Before Malik could process Zev's words, Zev was moving away from him and sliding down the length of his body…

Malik gasped again as Zev's lips enveloped his cock, heat and pressure wrapping around him. The dreamscape grass beneath him felt like silk, soft and warm and just textured enough to heighten every nerve along his spine. Above him, stars shifted lazily in the violet sky, but Malik couldn’t look at anything but Zev—kneeling between his legs like some beautifully dangerous thing, lips stretched around his length, violet eyes watching him.

Zev didn’t need to breathe. Not in this dream. Malik realized that quickly. The night fae just just took him deep and held him there with a slow, deliberate suction that made Malik’s thighs shake.

“Zev—” His voice broke. “I’m gonna?—”

Zev pulled back just far enough to swirl his tongue around the head before swallowing him again. Malik gripped the grass at his sides, writhing, his orgasm teetering just out of reach.

He was right there. So close.

And then—nothing.

Zev’s mouth stayed warm and perfect, his hands roamed Malik’s thighs, fondling his balls, but that final push wouldn’t come. Something held him on the edge, panting and helpless, heat coiling tighter and tighter in his belly.

“Please,” he gasped.

Phantom hands answered.

Touches Malik could only feel but not see, teasing his nipples, stroking down his sides, across the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Zev didn’t move except to deepen his swallow, letting Malik fuck into his throat in short, desperate thrusts—encouraging it, even.

Malik cried out when a ghostly touch slid between his ass cheeks, circling his hole with featherlight touches. The sensation was too much. Not enough. It left him wanting, begging, trembling with need. The pressure built, rising higher and hotter and more intense than anything he could ever have imagined. He was going to die from this. Die from how badly he needed release and how impossible it seemed to find it. He tried to beg again, but the sound that escaped was little more than a broken whine. A wordless plea for mercy.

But maybe it was exactly what Zev had wanted to hear, because suddenly, the touch inside him became tangible as two fingers plunged deep. They crooked inside him, seeking and finding that bundle of nerves that made white light explode behind Malik's eyes.

He came hard, crying out Zev's name, hips lifting off the grass as pleasure burned through him like fire through dry tinder. His cock pulsed in Zev's throat while his body clenched around Zev's fingers.

And Zev never let him quite come down from that high.

He withdrew from Malik's cock, but only to position himself between Malik's legs. In one swift move, the fingers inside Malik were replaced with the thick head of Zev's cock, pushing slowly but steadily inside him.

Malik gasped at the stretch, the fullness, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as Zev sank home.