Alaric

Nico kissed the sensitive skin beneath my ear slowly before sucking gently against it, making heat shoot violently through my body. His lips moved lower afterward, leaving warm kisses along my throat while his hand tightened possessively around my waist.

"Oh my God..." I breathed out weakly.

Nico chuckled softly against my skin before kissing the side of my neck again.

Then he bit down lightly.

The sensation made my entire body jolt.

A louder moan escaped my lips this time as my head instinctively tilted backward, giving him more access.

Nico seemed to love that reaction.

His grip against my waist tightened immediately while his mouth continued working against my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin until my legs felt embarrassingly weak beneath me.

I could barely think straight anymore.

All I could do was cling to him while soft sounds kept escaping my throat every single time his lips touched my skin.

Nico didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. With a low, hungry sound rumbling in his chest, he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me like I weighed nothing.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me through the apartment, the cool air brushing over my skin.

He was truly about to fuck me right there on the kitchen island.

He set me down on the edge of the smooth marble countertop.

Without a word, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my grey sweatpants—the same loose pair I’d thrown on after my shower earlier—and yanked them down along with my boxer briefs in one swift motion.

The fabric pooled around my ankles before he kicked it aside, leaving me completely naked against the cool kitchen island.

My cock, already hard and leaking, twitched under his gaze.

Nico’s eyes darkened with dark desire as he stepped between my spread thighs. He captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue sliding deep, claiming every gasp I tried to make.

Then he trailed lower—hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat, sucking lightly at my pulse point until I shivered. Lower still, across my collarbone and down my chest until his mouth found my left nipple.

"Ah—!" The sharp pleasure punched the sound out of me as his warm, wet tongue circled the sensitive bud, flicking and laving it with deliberate strokes.

At the same time, his fingers found my right nipple, rolling and pinching it gently between thumb and forefinger, sending sparks straight down to my groin.

My head fell back against the marble with a soft thud, back arching into his touch.

"Nico... fuck..." I breathed, my voice already wrecked from that little touch.

Nico’s hand left my chest and wrapped firmly around my cock. The first stroke was slow, almost teasing—his palm glided from base to tip with just enough pressure to make my toes curl.

He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing over the slick head to spread the bead of precum that had gathered there, then stroked back down with a tighter grip.

"Mmm—haah!" A broken moan tore from my throat, raw and needy.

My hips jerked involuntarily into his fist, chasing the friction.

Nico hummed around my nipple, the vibration shooting straight through me, before he switched sides—his mouth now sucking hard on the right while his fingers tugged and teased the left.

His hand on my cock never stopped moving. He pumped me in long, steady strokes, occasionally slowing to squeeze at the base before speeding up again, thumb constantly working the sensitive underside of the head.

The wet, obscene sound of his fist sliding over my slick length filled the kitchen, mixing with my increasingly desperate sounds.

"Nh—! Nico, shit—ahh!" My moans grew louder, breathier, each one punched out of me as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly.

I couldn’t stop the little whimpers that escaped when he focused on just the head, stroking fast and tight, or the choked gasp when he dragged his nails lightly down the vein along the underside.

My head thrashed against the countertop, one hand flying down to grip his wrist—not to stop him, but to anchor myself—while the other tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to my chest. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Every stroke of his hand sent electricity racing up my spine. My thighs trembled around his hips, cock throbbing in his grip.

Nico pulled off my nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny, and looked up at me with a wicked, half-lidded stare. His hand kept working me relentlessly—tight, twisting strokes that had me panting and moaning openly, the sounds echoing off the kitchen walls.

"Keep making those pretty sounds for me, Alaric," he murmured, voice rough with arousal. "I want to hear how much you need me to fuck you right here."

My only response was another broken moan, louder this time, as he stroked me faster, driving me closer to the edge with every skilled twist of his wrist.

Nico’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction at my wrecked moans. He gave my cock one last slow, torturous stroke before releasing it. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned down, his lips brushing teasingly over my abs, then lower, tracing the sharp V of my hips with his tongue.

I barely had time to inhale before he took me in his mouth.

Heat enveloped the head of my cock as his lips sealed around me.

A loud moan escaped from my throat, my back arching sharply off the marble. ’’f-fuck, Nico!’’

Nico didn’t ease in. He sank down in one smooth glide, taking me deeper until I hit the back of his throat.

The tight, pulsing squeeze made my vision blur. His tongue pressed flat along the underside, stroking every sensitive inch as he bobbed his head, sucking hard on the way up before sliding back with wet sounds that echoed the quiet mouth.

’’’haa...ahh! Shit...your mouth...,’’ my words dissolved into shameless moans and each words grew louder than the last.

My fingers found its way to his hair and grabbed a handful of it. My hips twitching helplessly as he worked me with ruthless skill, hollowing his cheeks, swirling his tongue around the head on every upstroke, then plunging down again until his nose brushed my pelvis.

The pleasure made my head spin, my vision blurred for a few seconds. My thighs shook, toes curling in the air as he sucked me like he was starving for it.

Every slick glide, every flick of his tongue, every hum vibrating around my cock pushed me closer to the edge.