to do this… for Mikhail. Even as part of him ached to have Mikhail in his hands, Mikhail’s mouth on his, his soft eyes and naïve questions about love and demons.
Oh gods. He couldn’t stop circling back to his angel.
He dropped to his knees, grasped Lux’s heated cock, and stroked his tongue from base to tip, gathering his balls in his free hand to crush them lightly, making Lux squirm. He braced an arm against the wall over Severn’s head and looked down. “Fuck, yes… angel.”
Severn heard himself saying those very words to Mikhail, later switched to “Fuck me, Your Grace.” His own cock pulsed, the memories making it ache.
Lux’s cock thrust over his tongue, not too deep, the incubus aware enough not to choke him. Then Lux’s hand swept down, grabbed Severn by the throat, and hauled him to his feet. His other hand grasped both their cocks, Severn’s notably smaller even fully erect, given his angel body, and Lux rocked, rubbing his cock against Severn’s while his fingers rubbed them both.
Severn grabbed the demon’s shoulder, needing to clutch on. He might have sworn. He was beginning to lose track of his body and mind. Ether buzzed through him, lighting him up. He wished for his wings, so he could throw them open like Lux’s. Angel and demon. Light and dark. Bad and good. He ached to be Konstantin again in this moment, to have the power, to have his wings, to have Lux on his fucking knees, his thin lips circled around his pounding dick.
“You going to come, angel?” Lux purred. “Hmm… so soon?”
“Fuck. No,” he ground out through gritted teeth. Maybe. Shit. Lux tasted delicious. Tasted like power. Tasted like demon and everything Severn had forgotten he was. This had nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with asserting his control and strength over the powerful incubus High Lord.
The sound of his growling was nothing like an angel’s. Lux grinned and quickened his jerking hand. “Come, little angel, spend for me.”
His mind tried to grasp at the memory of Mikhail, but if it took hold, he would climax. Instead, he shoved both hands into Lux’s shoulders with enough force to rock him backward. The demon began to laugh, but Severn wasn’t done. He shoved again, this time fast and hard, slapping his palms against Lux’s chest. The demon’s slick, glistening cock jerked, and the demon himself lost his smile, his glare turning icy. Ether poured off him like heat haze rolling off concrete on a hot summer’s day. It made Severn’s head foggy, his cock rage, and his body want to crawl out of the illusion and back into the body it belonged to just so he could feel all this how it was supposed to be felt. Like he was the fucking king here and Luxen his subject.
“Kneel,” Severn snarled. Any thought that Lux might argue quickly faded when he dropped to his knees. Severn wasted no time, stepped closer, and Lux’s swollen lips parted, sliding him in. His hands came around Severn’s ass, squeezing, separating, sharp fingernails stroking over the tight hole.
How many times had he dreamed of making Mikhail kneel, of demanding he spread himself for Severn? And Mikhail would have. He wanted to. He preferred it that way. His naïve, powerfully broken angel.
Ether rolled off Severn now too. He saw it in the way Lux had lost his focus, his eyes glazing, mind drowning. His cock leaked thin streams of precum, and he was going to come sucking an angel off—the wave of it approached, crashing in all around, and Severn gripped the bastard’s horns, thrusting wildly, opening himself completely.
He was going to come, to shudder his release down Lux’s throat and at the same time, absorb the demon’s ether, and fuck it would be too much, but he didn’t care. He was made for this.
The crescendo broke over them both. Lux moaned around Severn’s cock as Severn’s prick spent its load in short, sharp bursts, and pleasure rammed through Severn’s body, down his spine, lighting him up. His cock pulsed, ejaculating hard, and Lux took him to the hilt, wings stretched, flushed with heat.
Ether tried to drag Severn’s wrecked body into unconsciousness. He staggered, pulling himself free of Lux’s grinning mouth. And then Lux caught him, wrapped thick arms around him, and folded him close, in the way demons did. Severn unashamedly clung to the superheated body, wishing it were Mikhail, but the demon High Lord would do for now.