Notes: Slash. Lemon. Non-con/highly dubious consent.


Chapter Three

Mein Herz schlägt schneller,
während du dich tiefer in mich gräbst.
Das Licht wird heller,
während du mich hoffnungslos belebst.

Öffne all meine Räume.
Zeig mir all deine Spiele.
Lösche all meine Träume.
Nimm mir all meine Ziele.

~~ "Du spielst Gott", OOMPH!

Wyatt listened to his words; leaning forward, his hand grabbed onto the piece of underwear that he had left on Damon and—after pulling him into a passionate, possessive kiss—he ripped it off with a hard pull, breaking the fabric. Invading his mouth with his tongue, the King rushed through the room in a blur, and pressed the other against the wall.

One hand took hold of Damon's and guided it up his thigh to his growing erection, ordering those fingers to wrap around the head of his cock as his own briefs were orbed down instead of torn apart. He pressed himself hard against those lips, and reaching down, brushed his ungentle hands against the Darklighter's ballsack and perineum, navigating further towards the entrance. Fingertips offering pressuring touches as magic was used to grant magical lubrication. Then a finger dove inside without much effort.

The speed with which Wyatt moved through the room and pressed him against the wall (after literally tearing off what remained of his clothes) momentarily took Damon by surprise, but it was swept away in the possessiveness of the other's kiss and Wyatt taking complete control.

He hummed softly, complied with the wordless order to wrap his fingers around the head of his king's cock and stroke, tease, become familiar with the length and girth of him. For a second, the thought crossed the Darklighter's mind that he wouldn't be able to completely take him in. Then the worry was gone in a wave of lust when Wyatt's fingers were there, preparing him with magic—and one finger easily slipped inside,

He gasped against Wyatt's mouth, brought one leg up to wrap around his king's hip, dug the fingertips of his free hand into the wall behind him for some form of purchase. Gods help him, right then his body didn't belong to him—but he wasn't going to beg. Not yet.

Wyatt didn't abandon his lips: his fingers instead got further, faster, coming in and out of him in low gentle thrusts. A light curve, a soft brush and he was touching that bundle of nerves that laid within. Finger shone as a little jolt charged against the prostate. And again. And again. With every lips pressed against his, a new jolt charged against. He didn't care if he made him cum just from prostate stimulation. He didn't care, for he was not going to stop.

Hardly pressing his lips, he stopped the jolts for a moment as he dragged the finger out and charged it against the perineum's path to his ballsack, overloading his every sense. Swallowing as he leaned back to look at him. "Knees," he growled, as his finger moved to his front and followed the cock line of the other. "Now."

Oh Götter— Damon could barely think as Wyatt's fingers moved in and out of him with slow, gentle thrusts—and with each thrust, his prostate was stimulated with an electrical jolt.

His hips rolled; abdominal muscles tensed and relaxed in reflex. Already he could feel himself leaking pre-cum, could feel an orgasm just there out of reach and building fast...

He came hard, not even caring about the sticky white mess on his skin. Not when Wyatt hadn't stopped and he was still being overstimulated, all his senses on overload.

Then the king was leaning back, looking at him, growling for him to get on his knees now and his finger trailing along Damon's spent, still-mostly-hard cock. That tone... it seemed to crawl inside his head and make him want to obey.

So he did, lowering his leg down along Wyatt's and then sinking to his knees. Darkened hazel eyes that looked more grey than brown now slowly traveled up Wyatt's body to meet his gaze.

On Damon's arousal, and once he was down on his knees, Wyatt stared, the cum covering that chest dripping down slowly on his newfound position. He didn't let that cock go weak despite the orgasm, and instead, waved his hand above so it remained hard, strong, firm, unfaltering.

The thrice cursed looked down on him and took hold of his cock with a hand stroking himself despite being hard. "Open your mouth," he demanded, grabbing onto raven locks in a tight harmless grip.

For a split second resentment, defiance flashed in Damon's eyes. Then it was gone in a wave of lust as Wyatt's magic worked on his body and the king's fingers gripped his hair tight.

Lips parted in anticipation of what was happening next; his head, upper body instinctively leaned slightly forward, stopped a centimetre away from taking the head of Wyatt's cock in his mouth.


German Translations:

Oh Götter—: oh gods