Paladin, page 19
“Please,” he whispered.
Arsen sucked Ever’s bottom lip before reluctantly pulling back. “Please, what? What do you want?” he asked, nosing his way under his chin to suck a bruise onto his neck, then his collarbone, his fingers teasing over his ribcage.
“I want—Oh, fuck—I want your mouth on me,” Ever managed, canting his hips up so Arsen could feel how hard he was.
Arsen bit back a groan. Nothing turned him on like drawing swear words out of that innocent mouth. Ever wanted Arsen’s mouth on his cock. Arsen wanted that, too. But not yet. He wanted to drag this out as long as he could. He wanted Ever delirious by the time Arsen pushed inside him.
He bit at Ever’s chin, his jaw, sucked at his earlobe. “Like this?” he taunted.
“No,” Ever whined.
Arsen smiled against his skin, moving lower, to push Ever’s shirt to the side, nipping at his ribs, then running the flat of his tongue over one nipple, then the other. “Like this?”
Ever released a shaky breath, grinding against Arsen, another frustrated sound escaping. “No.”
Arsen still gave his other nipple the same treatment. “Then where, besenok?”
Ever laughed quietly, catching on to Arsen’s teasing. He tangled his hands in Arsen’s hair, pushing his head down with a steady pressure. “You know…” he panted. “Stop playing.”
Arsen smiled. “I’ll never stop playing with you.”
Still, he moved lower, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips fell. Ever’s hip, his belly button. Anywhere. He loved the taste of Ever’s skin.
By the time his mouth hovered over where Ever wanted him, he was almost off the bed, so he slid to the floor then hooked his thumb in the waistband of Ever’s shorts, snaking them down and off.
Ever moaned like Arsen had already put his mouth on him. He was so fucking responsive. His noises were addictive. Arsen lifted Ever’s leg, kissing the inside of his knee, his thigh. Then he slid his hands under Ever’s ass and dragged him until his hips hovered at the edge of the mattress.
He splayed Ever’s legs wide, nosing at his cock. “Here? You want my mouth here?”
“Yes,” Ever whispered like a prayer. “But don’t make me come,” he added hastily.
Arsen bit back a smile, moving to the crook of Ever’s leg, breathing in the scent of him. At the rate they were going, they were both going to get off before the finale. “That’s a big ask.”
Ever sat up on his forearms, fixing him with a heavy stare. “I want to come with you inside me.”
Arsen was gut-punched, his cock so heavy it ached. Chert. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay the course. Ne konchai, ne konchai. “You keep talking like that and this is going to be over before it starts.”
Ever flopped back on the bed again. “Fine,” he said dramatically.
Arsen shook his head, amused, then swallowed him down. Ever rewarded him with a porn-star worthy moan that shot lightning through his blood. He was so fucking sexy.
Arsen wanted so badly to just say fuck it and climb on top of Ever and fuck him until he was a drooling, sobbing mess, but he didn’t want to be another bad thing that happened to him. He wanted to make it so good for him. He deserved that. So, he vowed to take his time. To take him apart slowly.
The moment Arsen’s mouth was on him, Ever forgot all about not coming. It was so hot and wet, the suction so perfect, he could barely stand it. He knotted his hands in Arsen’s hair, telling himself to push him away, but his body wasn’t getting the memo, his hips curling, working him between spit-slick lips again and again.
When Arsen pulled off, Ever couldn’t stop the irritated whine that escaped, once more rising up on his forearms to give Arsen a stern look. Arsen gave him a dirty smile, kissing his belly.
“Relax, sweet boy. I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, putting Ever’s legs over his shoulders.
Before Ever could even guess what he would do, he was spreading him open, his nimble tongue spearing against his hole. “Oh, my God,” he heard himself say. That shouldn’t feel so good, right? Why did that feel so fucking good? Ever felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Arsen gently bit the inside of each ass cheek, the scruff on his chin abrading the flesh there in direct opposition with the soft, slick silk of his tongue probing him.“What?” Arsen murmured against him. “Didn’t read this in your romance novels?”
Ever shook his head, knowing Arsen couldn’t see him. But he couldn’t speak. It didn’t matter, though. Arsen was busy anyway, swirling his tongue in a way that made Ever dizzy. Did people do this? Lick and suck at each other’s most intimate parts?
If not, they should.
Fuck.
It felt so… Good wasn’t the right word, but it was all that came to mind. He couldn’t think; what little brain power he had disappeared with every swipe of Arsen’s tongue. Ever whimpered, moaned, writhed as Arsen took his time, licking and sucking and nibbling at him. He could come just from this, he was sure of it, and he found himself trying to test the theory by bearing down on Arsen’s tongue, wanting it inside him.
“Please,” he managed, voice as raw as his nerves, his heels working against Arsen’s shoulders, fingers so tight in Arsen’s hair, he worried he might start pulling it out at the root.
Arsen’s mouth disappeared, then the rest of him, leaving Ever’s feet to flop onto the cold floor. He laid there, too stunned to move, barely hearing the sound of the side table open and close over his heart beating in his ears.
Then Arsen kneeled between his legs once more. He trembled, dancing on a knife’s edge as he waited to see what Arsen would do next. He had only a moment to register Arsen’s finger at his entrance before it was pressing in just as Arsen’s mouth closed around his cock.
Maybe it was the shock—the sudden invasion—but the perfect suction of Arsen’s mouth wasn’t enough to cancel out the burn of his entrance. Panic flooded Ever, his mouth going dry. He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped.
Arsen stopped immediately but left his finger where it was, barely inside. “Are you okay?”
Hearing Arsen’s voice quelled the sudden panic. Ever forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths and looked around, remembering he was there, in Arsen’s bed, with Arsen. Not some monster. “Yeah. I-I’m fine. I just…freaked out for a second.”
Arsen kissed his thigh so softly Ever wanted to cry. “Do you want to stop?” he asked gently.
“No,” Ever cried, then winced. “No,” he said again, softer this time. “I just…needed a second. Is that okay?”
Arsen kissed his leg once more. “It’s all okay. Whatever you want to do is okay.”
Ever’s heart felt too big for his chest. He was so fucking in love with Arsen, he ached from it. It was on the tip of his tongue to say so but he didn’t want to freak him out.
“I’m…I’m good. I’m ready.”
When Arsen eyed him warily, Ever lifted his hips, sliding his finger deeper. The burn was gone, replaced by an unfamiliar pressure and a feeling of fullness. He tried again, rocking his hips, once then twice, until Arsen’s knuckle dragged over a spot inside him that had him moaning.
What the fuck was that? Ever glanced down as if he might find the answer there, but instead, he found Arsen watching him ride his finger.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
Ever’s curse seemed to break Arsen from his spell, his finger curling over that spot inside with far more deliberation than before. Ever couldn’t stop his cry of surprise, his cock leaking onto his stomach. Arsen did it again. And again.“Oh, my God,” he said, voice full of wonder.
Arsen smiled. “Yeah?”
“Do it some more,” Ever begged, cheeks flushing.
He heard Arsen’s muffled laugh but was too gone to care. He was too busy chasing that sensation, that zing that made his brain numb. Each time Arsen did it, Ever’s body bowed like he was possessed until he was moaning. “More. I need more.”
Arsen’s finger disappeared, but before Ever could mourn the loss, he pushed back in with two. The stretch and burn was still there, but it disappeared much quicker this time, only pleasure trailing in its wake as Arsen fucked into him.
Ever wanted to come with Arsen’s dick inside him, but the more he moved, the harder it was to hold back. It just felt so good. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“You want to come?” Arsen asked, nuzzling his cock. “We have all night. Let me make you feel good.”
Ever considered it, but then shook his head. “No. I still want you inside me first.”
It felt important.
Arsen’s fingers slid free, leaving an empty, aching feeling. The bed dipped, and then Arsen was over him, his towel now gone, his cock slotted against Ever’s. “How do you want it, besenok?”
Ever chewed on his lower lip for a long moment. “Can…can we do it like this? So I can see your face? I-I need to see your face.”
Arsen’s eyes went wide. “Yes. The answer is always yes.”
Arsen sat up, bringing Ever with him, wrestling his shirt over his head before gently pushing him back into the mattress.
Ever could feel himself trembling, but he couldn’t help it. He was nervous, but he was also excited, his nervous system firing on a hundred different levels. He wanted it to be good for both of them, not just him.
Arsen pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. “You’re in control. We can stop anytime you want. Okay?”
Ever nodded. “Kiss me.”
Arsen found his lips again, but it was slower this time, unhurried, his hips rolling against Ever’s in a way he found distracting.
“Condom,” Arsen muttered suddenly.
Ever froze. “What?”
He pulled back slightly. “Condom? I need to get one.”
Ever frowned. “Why?”
Arsen studied him, frowning. “Well… I mean, I’m negative for anything and you are, too, so I guess we don’t have to use one, but some people say it makes it easier the first time.”
Ever chewed on his lower lip. Was it weird to say he didn’t want anything between them? Was it stupid or childish or gross? He glanced up at Arsen’s face. His look was so earnest it made Ever’s chest hurt.
Finally, he said, “Can we just not use one?” He looked away, afraid Arsen might see how desperately he wanted him to say yes.
Arsen’s lips brushed his forehead. “When are you going to get that I would amputate a limb if you asked me to? It’s all okay. Whatever you want, whenever you want it, it’s yours. I’m yours. Navsegda.”
Ever stared at him, shocked. “Oh.”
Arsen shifted, widening Ever’s legs. He closed his eyes, focusing instead on the sounds. The lube cap opening, the heavy sounds of their breathing, the way the bed shifted and squeaked with each movement. Then Arsen was back, his weight a comforting pressure, blunting out the fear. Ever’s breath hitched as the head of Arsen’s cock pressed against his entrance.
“Just breathe, okay?”
Ever nodded, wrapping his arms around Arsen’s neck, the air punching from his lungs as Arsen breached him. The burn was intense, his body instantly rejecting the invasion. He was big—far bigger than he looked and he looked pretty intimidating. Or maybe Ever was just too small.
His nails dug into Arsen’s skin, half-panicked whining sounds falling from his lips, but, this time, Arsen didn’t stop—he knew Ever didn’t want him to stop. He just slowly sank deeper into him until their bodies were flush against each other.
Arsen was so deep inside him. The thought made his whole body hot and cold. Arsen was inside him. Did Arsen like it? He wasn’t moving, just sucking in panting breaths in-between kisses to whatever skin he could reach. Ever’s neck, his jaw, his ear.
“Are you okay?” he finally murmured.
Was he? Ever shifted experimentally. The burn was gone, replaced only by that feeling of fullness. “Yeah,” he managed. “You can move.”
Ever was no longer hard, the pain and the anxiety taking its toll, but when Arsen rolled his hips, his eyes widened at the sensation.
Arsen groaned. “You’re so fucking tight. Fuck.”
Heat shot through him. He didn’t know if that was good or bad. Was he making Arsen feel good? He wanted to do that for him. His dick twitched at that thought. Arsen wasn’t thrusting, just sort of rocking into him. Ever tried to catalog everything. The weight of Arsen on top of him, his sweat-soaked skin beneath his palms, the way his back muscles moved and flexed. The way his breathing sped up with his movements until he was working into him.
“Does it feel good?” Ever heard himself ask.
“Da, da, you feel so good,” Arsen promised, his voice like gravel.
Ever slid his hands into his hair, pulling him down to slant their mouths together. Arsen’s kiss was greedy, his tongue aggressive. He was driving into Ever now, pulling almost all the way out and slamming home, the head of his cock hitting that same spot inside with each motion.
Ever felt dizzy. “Am I doing good?” he asked against Arsen’s lips.
Arsen’s hips stuttered at the question. He nipped Ever’s lower lip, then his mouth was back at his ear. “You’re doing so well. So fucking good. My good boy. So fucking perfect.”
Heat pooled in Ever’s belly, his cock hardening at Arsen’s praise. “Promise?”
Arsen kissed him once more. It was sloppy and messy and absent, like he was too caught up in his own bliss to focus on hitting his mark. “I promise,” he whispered. “Do you feel good?”
He did. But he didn’t know how to verbalize why. He liked making Arsen feel good. He liked the feeling of their bodies joining, liked the way Arsen said his name like a prayer and used his body like he just couldn’t stop himself. “Yes.”
Arsen sat up between Ever’s open legs, dragging him until his hips were on Arsen’s thighs, his legs splayed wide. His thrusts slowed as he grabbed the lube, pouring it into his palm, then wrapped his fingers around Ever’s flushed cock.
“I think we can do better than that,” he said, squeezing until Ever moaned. “That’s better.”
Then he was moving once more, fisting Ever in time with his thrusts until Ever’s mouth went dry and he couldn’t stop the uh-uh-uh sounds that escaped each time Arsen drove into him.
Ever couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t stop watching as Arsen fucked him, jerked him off, and looked at him like he was the only thing in the world. That was what did it. The half-drunk look on Arsen’s face and the lust in his eyes when he watched Ever.
Heat pooled in his belly and he thrust up into Arsen’s fist, no longer able to control his movements. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah?” Arsen asked, voice wrecked. “You gonna come for me?” Ever whined. He was so close. So close. “Do it. Come for me, my good boy. Let me see it.”
Ever sucked in a startled breath as his orgasm punched from him, sparks erupting behind his eyelids as he came hard, coating Arsen’s fingers and his stomach.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so good,” Arsen muttered. “I can feel you spasming around me. Fuck. Fuck.”
Before Ever could catch his breath, Arsen was leaning forward, Ever’s knees over his arms, practically folding him in half so he could kiss him as he drove into him, far deeper than Ever even dreamed possible.
“I want to feel it,” Ever said against his lips. “I want to feel you come inside me. Please?”
Arsen made a sound that was almost a snarl, his hips slamming home again and again until he groaned low in his throat, grinding against Ever as he came. Ever could feel it, could feel the way his cock pulsed inside him, filling him up. It was a heady feeling.
He’d done that.
He couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped. Arsen collapsed on top of him, gulping in heavy breaths. “What’s so funny?” he asked, digging his fingers into Ever’s ribs just hard enough to make him squirm.
Ever laughed, batting his hands away. “Nothing. I just feel…happy.”
Arsen lifted himself up onto his forearms. “Yeah?”
Ever nodded, pushing Arsen’s hair back off his forehead, giving him a smile. “Yeah.”
“Good. That’s good,” he said again, dropping his head onto the pillow beside Ever’s but making no move to get off him.
A week ago, that would have terrified Ever, but now, it made him feel safe. Arsen would kill for him. Arsen had killed for him. He’d die for him, too, Ever was certain of it. He would always put himself between Ever and any danger that came for him.
“I love you,” Ever said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
Heat flooded his face, and he contemplated trying to shove Arsen off him and then running away, but he was trapped. He could only lie there, waiting to see if he’d just ruined everything.
Arsen didn’t miss a beat, pressing his face against Ever’s neck. “I love you, too,” he said, pressing a kiss to his pulse. “I love you, too.”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Ever cried, running from the hoard of zombies lurching towards him.
“Left-click. Left-click,” Arsen said, his hand hovering over the mouse, like he was contemplating doing it for Ever.
When it came to gaming, Arsen had a hard time letting go of control, especially when it came to Ever. Because he was just so bad at it. Still, he was having fun. And the others watching the stream seemed to have fun watching him get mauled by zombie hoards again and again.
“I am left-clicking,” Ever shouted through peals of laughter. “There are just so many of them.” He gave up attacking, instead turning and running to put some distance between himself and the threat so he could recover some of his vitality.
Arsen’s lips were suddenly next to his ear. “Use the big first aid kit,” he coached. “And the grenade.”
“But I only have one,” Ever whined, partially because he didn’t want to waste his hard-earned grenade and partially because Arsen’s hands were riding up his inner thighs out of the camera’s line of sight.
With one of Ever’s hands on the controls and the other on the mouse, Arsen was free to do whatever he liked to him. He took full advantage of Ever’s vulnerability, all while acting like nothing was happening.
