6
Deep down under the stone, the sins do grow
"I've never bedded a dragon," the knight says – voice like molten lava sliding slowly down the hillside – and turns to his way with a smile that sends chills rushing down his spine. There is something off about that smile that has Nexaris' senses screaming at him to be wary, but at the same time he feels the excitement in his stomach continue to bloom like Gazanias under the dawn sun. Dangerous or not, the knight is undeniably intriguing, and Nexaris has always enjoyed having a little bit of excitement in his life. Even if that smirk rather makes him want to claw the other up, drag his nails down that broad back until he's a keening whimpering mess, but the cold metal securing his arms behind his back refuses him that privilege. Irritated, he ruffles his wings and glowers instead, thinking loudly in the direction of the human to know effect. The man seeming to possess no molecule of magic. "How about you, little one?' The human – Roland he'd said his name was – asks and makes his way back over to the bed, unlacing his shirt as he does.
There is a pause, a moment of blissful silence, as the incarnation of obnoxious sunshine disappears into his shirt, but all to soon he is removing it, and all Nexaris can look at are the well-defined muscles splattered with scarring and the proof of a life spent fighting. He wants to touch, to bite, to mark, to watch it color underneath his hands, but the bindings are merciless, and he shifts angrily.
"Oh, that's right, you can't talk, can you?" Roland says, hands clapping together loudly. "I'd quite forgotten, one moment, my dear." Crouches down slowly, his joints popping audibly and Nexaris winces in sympathy, only to flinch as a hand trails innocently up his side. Fingers skating across his sensitive skin, lightly – oh so lightly – and were he not a creature of darkness and rage, he'd be squirming in laughter. Those damnable fingers brush across his scars and bruises, so very gently that it doesn't hurt at all, and then skim across his pectorals, before settling down like the five points of a star. Surrounding one of his nipples in a cage of flesh, and Nexaris wonders what he's plotting, but the bright gaze in front of him gives nothing away even as the cage closes tight, and his nipple is suddenly afflicted with the undivided attention of a battle worn hand. "I must admit that I do not know whether it was courage or foolishness that allowed you to wander the streets dressed in such a fashion," he comments, other hand slipping down to the tug teasingly at the edge of his shorts and Nexaris flushes in furious embarrassment.
Snarls, quiet and helpless, unable to do anything other than remain still and take it as the fingers continue to toy with his nipples, teasing them with torturous twists and light flicks. His wings rustle sulkily and he's aware of his cheeks burning oddly, but he'll be damned if he gives the knight the honor of hearing him whine. Roland looks up through his eyelashes and leans forwards practically crawling into his lap, and he's big, far bulkier than Nexaris had originally given him credit for. A hand transfers to his cheek, brushing across a fresh bruise there, and then a finger forces itself under the gag, rubbing up against the corner of his mouth. "Keep your voice down, little puppy, or I'll muzzle you right back up," Roland whispers and there is steel in his voice. Considering that up until the day before yore, Nexaris had been locked up on the dungeons of Notre Dame at the mercy of some creep named Gano, a state of being that he has no intention of returning to, he finds himself nodding without hesitation.
"Good boy," Roland says, his smile unrelenting, eyes seeming to fill with warmth and Nexaris has no idea how to deal with it. That warm affection being showered over him by a man who was practically a stranger, and yet, that same man had rescued him. Saved his life, he knows, and he owes that bright face his loyalty. As irritating as it is. The cloth that had been sealing his voice slips free and simultaneously a mouth latches onto his chest, burning heat wrapping itself around his sensitive nipples and sucking. The whine that falls from his lips startles him all the more for how utterly embarrassingly needy it sounds. There's a chuckle, air vibrating against his skin. The scrape of teeth drags another whine from him, impossible to bite back and he squirms – tries to at any rate – but Roland's weight is heavy, keeping him pinned to the bedding, not allowing him any freedom. The feelings rushing through his chest, the need coiling in his gut, it's a lot, very nearly too much he wants – wants more than he's wanted something in decades – desires to take this damnable arrogant human apart and yet – yet, he can't move.
Whimpers as a rush of stinging coldness crosses his chest when Roland finally retreats, and he's shocked to find that his eyes had fallen closed during the assault. Blinks dazedly only to be greeted with a smug face, green eyes practically glowing with pride. "Have you then?" Makes an obscene gesture with his fingers, and tilts his head. "Done it?"
Nexaris stares at him, blinks slowly, as he tries to drag his thoughts back into a semblance of order, the question reverberating around the inside of his skull and the more it bounces the more irritated he feels himself growling. "Yes!" He snarls back, bristling, cheeks burning all the harder. "I'm not a virgin you fucking sunflower, stop looking so sanctimonious." Tries to knee the bastard in his stupidly gorgeous cock, but Roland simply shifts his weight as if he's used to such reactions and laughs brightly.
"You're so cute," Roland says and ruffles his hair to Nexaris' outrage, but the hand that curls around his horns is startingly gentle and he settles down again, growling. Glares up at him and Roland continues, almost kindly. "I just wanted to be sure, little one. Don't sulk."
"I'm older than you, fucker," he snaps, and tries to convince his body to move away from that large hand, but his muscles won't listen and despite his apprehensions it feels nice what Roland is doing. His nails scratching lightly at the part of his horns that always gets itchy. "I can smell the horniness on you, quit your wool gathering and get on with it."
"Who would you say has more stamina, a dragon or a vampire?" Roland asks instead, and does not in fact get on with it. Instead, Nexaris can only watch as his hands sweep down his sides and settle once more on his belt. With what can only be deliberate slowness he begins to open it, only to stop and look into his eyes, a bushy eyebrow arching. "Answer the question."
"I've never fucked a vampire," Nexaris says honestly, "but dragons are simply superior in every sense of the word. Worry about your own stamina, human." Curls his lip, eyes sweeping up and down Roland's body hungrily. "I'm going to have fun eating you up."
Roland laughs again, bright and cheery, but makes no other reaction to his words. His hands returning to their work and hardly a moment later, Nexaris finds himself stripped of his shorts and undergarments, sitting there awkwardly as Roland coos loudly over the splattering of scales on his thighs. It's humiliating, and yet when a gentle hand coaxes his legs further apart, he lets them. "So cute, I do hope you'll be able to last," Roland says, still fascinating by the pale purple scales under his eyes, his fingers brushing across them reverently.
"I told you, I'll be fucking you," Nexaris hisses, inhales sharply at the feeling of soft lips on his skin, and his tail thumps angrily. "Untie me."
"You can fuck me after I'm satisfied," Roland answers, the words escaping from his mouth and dragging themselves up Nexaris' inner thigh, the breath disturbing fine hairs and causing him to twitch. "That is, if you can last that long."
The mere implication that he might have less stamina then this mortal knight, is enough to send him into a seething rage, tugging fruitlessly at the bindings keeping his arms trapped until the metal begins to deform and creak open under his strength. "Worry about yourself, sunshine," he growls. "When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky if you can still walk."
"Yes, yes, that sounds lovely," Roland says calmly and then to Nexaris' horror lowers his head and licks up the length of his cock. The feeling of a heavy wet tongue dragging across his skin sends a jolt coursing up his spine, and blood rushing down to the appendage. It's already arching proudly, a result of the earlier torture that Roland had put him through, but at the new assault it twitches and Nexaris can't remember the last time he'd had time to masturbate, with the promise of sweet relief right there, it's difficult to control himself. Yet he possesses no desire to lose to this sunny beast of blindingly white teeth and eyes the color of sun-bathed field of green. Refuses to lose.
"What are you doing?" Hisses the words out between clenched teeth, refusing to allow another humiliating whine to escape. Must work at it for Roland is still tasting his cock, expression filled with curiosity as he works it over, tiny flicks of his tongue just enough to keep Nexaris on edge. His hands remain on his thighs forcing his legs to continue spreading, as much as he would like to close them and prevent access to his more sensitive areas.
"I thought we'd start with a blow job, to help loosen you up," Roland says, tone practically dripping with sweetness. "Do you fear that it'll be too much for you, sir dragon?" Takes the tip of his cock into his mouth right afterwards and whatever insult had been building up in his throat dies immediately. Bites his lower lip instead, as that sickeningly sinful mouth sinks ever lower until his cock and he feels the pleasure continue to build up. Knows, instinctively, that he will not be able to endure this for long, not when he was already so pent up, but he keeps his silence anyway, eyes fixating on the mass of blond hair. It bobs up and down, establishing a rhythm that is slowly but surely chasing the brain cells from his admittedly already stressed brain. The tongue returns, wickedly clever as it slurps and before he's aware of it a sound has been coaxed from his mouth, and then another – one of protest – as Roland withdraws, but already the mortal is ducking back down to take one of his balls into his mouth. The scrape of teeth is so pleasurable that its practically painful and he's collapsing onto his back before the thought has fully registered.
The laughter returns, warm and soft, brushing across his nether regions like a summer breeze and he shudders helplessly, can only watch through lidded eyes as Roland descends once more and does not stop. As much as Nexaris would like to resist, to hold out, if only for the sake of his pride, but the knight is relentless, his every action calculated to bring pleasure, and so Nexaris nearly misses the finger easing into his ass. Nearly.
"Hey! Keep your –" Once more the words die in his throat, as a loud slurping noise is the only reaction to his exclamation, and before he can give breath to another, a hand rubs the soft underside of his tail. Though three fourths of it are covered in intricately interlaced scales of the hardest metal, the remaining fourth is mere skin, sensitive and fragile, and it is to this portion that Roland's hand reaches for. Traces over it lightly, but even that is too much, with a mouth on his cock, a finger knuckle deep in his ass and another stroking his tail, Nexaris loses himself to the pleasure. Feels it explode out of himself like the morning tide crashing against the craggy rocks of his homeland, and he chokes on a sob, helpless to still the flow. Can only endure and ride out the pleasure as Roland continues to suckle on him like he's been gifted the most delicious of treats. "Fuck you," Nexaris gasps out, painful breaths shaking his torso as he tries to gather his wits up again. "Fuck your mouth."
"If you want that, you'll need to ask more politely, little puppy," Roland replies, and wipes his mouth with a wink. "Surprisingly tasty, but you should really eat more vegetables."
"I'm a fucking dragon, you can shove your vegetables up your fucking ass, fucker," he hisses, and kicks half-heartedly at the human, not wanting to cause him serious harm after he'd brought him such pleasure, even if it is an irritation.
"Language," Roland says and within the next heartbeat, with no time to brace himself, Nexaris feels another finger squirm its way up his butt and the sound that tears itself free resonates throughout the entire apartment. Can only gasp as the two twist and scissor themselves, spreading him open in ways that haven't occurred in years. "You're tight," Roland comments needlessly, sounding faintly amused. Nexaris snarls at him, wanting to curse him out but unable to gather in the air for it. Has to settle for hissing, though that only makes the human smile broader and chirp back, "so cute."
In other circumstances, Nexaris might be impressed at how controlled and unafraid this human is, then again, this was the same human that had stolen him out of a highly guarded cell without so much as a slip in his smile. Clearly, he's missing a few – if not several – marbles. Groans at the feeling of a third finger tracing its way around his entrance, mouth open to complain that he hardly needs that much prep, until his eyes land on Roland's cock and he swallows the words. Keeps his peace about the disgusting feeling of lube sliding across his scales and stubbornly works on keeping his tremors to himself. It works until Roland notices his struggles and once more attacks his nipples with that clever tongue. After that, Nexaris gives up on restraining himself and simply lets the noise loose. Makes no attempt to muffle himself and whines all the louder as Roland continues to open him up until he finds himself rocking himself on those three fingers, needing more desperately, and only able to vocalize it in breathy snarls.
"Come on, bastard, what are you waiting for?" Gasps out between the slow thrusting of said digits, trying force them further into his own ass. "If you're going to fuck me then get on with it."
"So needy," Roland replies, chuckling softly, "you take my fingers so well, I almost want to see if I can put all five in. What would you look like them, I wonder, taking my entire fist up your greedy ass."
Nexaris stares at him with wide eyes, unable to even vocalize past the thought of five of those thick digits filling his inwards, taking him apart, and he shocks himself with howe much he desperately wants that. "M-maybe some other time," he manages, and blushes hard under the assessing look he receives. "Don't look at me like that, sunflower. You asked."
"I did," Roland says and smiles like Nexaris has suddenly made his day. "Ah~ You're such a sweet thing, later it will be then, but now –" removes his fingers and Nexaris whines desperately at the loss, has to muffle himself in the sheets as embarrassment heats his skin red, and swats at the laughing bastard with his tail. "I'm going to fuck you," Roland continues. "Just as you asked."
"About time," Nexaris snaps at him. "taking so long, I'm beginning to wonder if you have the stamina." Squawks as he's lifted and suddenly finds himself hovering above Roland's cock, two hands clenched tightly around his waist. Glances down at the appendage and swallows sharply, feeling himself tense up instinctively.
"Oh darling, I'm just getting started," Roland says with a smile that sends fear and excitement in equal measure racing up his spine. Finds himself grinning back, determined to not be upstaged by this human and slowly carefully starts to seat himself on the dick. Feels his inwards re-arrange themselves the further down he goes, and it hurts, but behind the burn is pleasure and he reaches out for it with both hands, kisses back fiercely into the mouth sealing itself to his and doesn't think about anything else.
The hands on his hips shift and then he's moving, losses himself in the speed and pleasure, knows that he's making noise, perhaps to much noise, but he can't bring himself to stop. Clings to the broad shoulders before his eyes and bites down on one, hears Roland gasp, and then the world flips on its head. Within the next moment he's on his back, legs spread as Roland thrusts into him, and his surroundings lose all meaning. There's nothing other than the pleasure-pain, and the feeling of slowly being taken apart. Awareness returns countless minutes later, and he finds himself blinking dazedly at the ceiling, struggling to soothe his thundering heart. There's a hand on his thigh and he squeaks as his legs are spread once more.
There's a chuckle, not unkind, but hungry and Nexaris wonders if the knight is not in fact a human but a dragon, for the hunger in his green eyes is all consuming. Flexes his fingers in the sheets, relieved to find the bindings gone though he can't remember when he broke free of them, and drags up a smirk of his own. "Not bad for a mortal, sunshine," he hisses – makes note of the hoarseness of his voce – and then smirks harder. "My turn now."
"Nice try, puppy," Roland says, laughing and leans down to kiss the protest straight from Nexaris' lips, murmuring against them, "I'm not quite satisfied yet, round two starts now."
It's a challenge and an offer all wrapped up in one, and so he doesn't think twice before he kisses him, seals their lips together and responds to it the only way he knows how with fiery determination and unquenchable spirit.