Lucien's chest rose and fell sharply, his lavender eyes trembling as he stammered, barely louder than a whisper. "Who the hell is this 'we' you keep talking about? What exactly are you… and me?" He tried to make his voice sharp, biting, but dread seeped through, betraying him. Nikolai merely pulled him closer, as if he owned him, ignoring the question entirely.
Lucien felt it in every fiber of his being as he was drawn nearer—hips pressed forward, heat coiling, breath hitching.
His body threatened to fold under the weight of Nikolai's steel gaze. That damned mouth opened, teeth tugging down his zipper. His mind screamed at him to stop, to shove him off, but his body betrayed him and his cock pulsed thick and hard against the pressure, betraying him. Thick, hot pulses of desire surged at the pressure, pulsing hard and undeniable.
A flash of his girlfriend's face hit him, guilt striking like lightning, but it only worsened the shame. His body wasn't recoiling. No, it was leaning in, burning, betraying him with every instinct.
"I told you I'd guide you…" Nikolai murmured, voice low and deliberate.
"D-don't…" Lucien panted, words breaking, grip tightening on Nikolai's shoulders as if clinging to a lifeline.
"I can… I can find another way—" His voice faltered, weak and pathetic, betraying the truth: he was the one holding on, yet being controlled, even as he tried to resist.
"Ssshh… I'll give you a reward for being a good pup in saying please…" Nikolai purred, pressing his mouth to the material of Lucien's boxers. His hot breath brushed against him, coaxing an immediate, visceral reaction. "Make sure you keep a good grip on me, Lucien."
Lucien hissed sharply through clenched teeth, legs threatening to buckle beneath him. His body betrayed him, pheromones spilling uncontrolled, thick and overwhelming. Waves of pine and rainfall crashed around Nikolai, each pulse of scent a reminder of the instinct he couldn't suppress. His vision blurred, unblinking, locked on the man at his knees—both threat and temptation, impossible to turn away from and Nikolai thrived in the knowledge of having all of his attention.
With ease, both pants and boxers were pulled low enough for Nikolai to get a good view of what he had to work with.
Lucien felt the cold air as his pants hit the floor, his cock strained hard and bare to the eye, he felt and looked drunk—flushed, hazed, his lavender eyes dilated and glassy.
Nikolai couldn't get enough of it. Sure, Lucien's neck gave off a good amount of that pine and rainfall fragrance but at such an intimate distance to a sacred conservative part of their body, the aroma was thicker, intoxicating. So captivating that Nikolai wondered if Lucien's semen also tasted just as sweet as he smelled.
His tongue swiped across his lips at the mere thought, audibly gulping in anticipation. Before his brain processed what to do next, his body already moved on its own accord, mouth open, tongue sliding against the underside of Lucien's cock.
"Hahhh-"
Lucien looked down.
That tongue, that pink flicker dragging along his shaft—God, it was too much, too sharp, too good. His voice broke into a small moan before he could choke it back, his head dropping forward, sweaty strands clinging to his face. He was caught, utterly.
Nikolai's nostrils flared at the mixture of refreshing earthy pine and rainfall with the man's natural musk. But he never actually took the man whole into his mouth, the playful demeanor of teasing and provoking resurfacing. Just as his lips met the tip, his tongue taunted the small hole of the urethra, as if he were licking a lollipop.
How long could Lucien take this tormenting treatment before they took matters in their own hands. Nikolai wanted Lucien to make use of what he was offering, even if it meant letting the man fuck his throat senseless.
The teasing was torture for Lucien.
Every lick, every playful pass of tongue had him harder, twitching, dripping. His lips parted, breath ragged, his voice now gravel, husk thick with need.
"S-stop… teasing…" he growled, but it wasn't anger—it was plea.
His hand shot down, gripping Nikolai's jaw rough, hands keeping Nikolai's jaw locked, thumb swiping across his bottom lip and Nikolai couldn't help but give a cheshire grin, knowing that the results of his plan were well executed. His expression twisted, pained and desperate, his eyes blazing with humiliation and hunger both.
"Take me in your mouth," he ordered, voice cracking with raw desire.
Oh how he wanted to continue teasing the other male to the point where they'd crumble under his fingers but alas, Nikolai was a man of his word.
"...Where are your manners, sweetheart…if you want something from me, you gotta say your please and thank you's…" He murmured, giving a sloppy kiss to the head of Lucien's penis.
There was only one other time he had serviced another man, in his earlier adolescent years in a university. It was more of an experimental gesture, one that he was curious about after being on the receiving end many times. The way the person looked as if enjoying…was it truly that worthwhile to have something so large lodged in their throat?
It was a pleasurable experience for the both of them, but Nikolai figured that it wasn't something he would be doing on the daily, the idea of being underneath or below someone irking the dominant nature within him. But here…the delectable erotic scent of both pheromones and musk that clouded his mind and the look of humility, lust, and embarrassment from the usual aggressive and prideful Lucien–it propelled Nikolai to oppress those commanding emotions.
Lucien's chest heaved, his sculpted abdomen rising and falling as if each breath was dragged through fire. He had never—never—done this off his meds. Always restrained, always telling himself those violent urges were nothing but sickness, fever-dreams that needed to be contained. But now, standing here with this insufferable bastard kneeling before him, every bit of that restraint was unraveling like loose threads.
The sheer stimulation, the burn of want coursing through him—it was overwhelming. Nikolai's words—normally the spark to ignite his temper—slid like oil over his skin, slick and hot.
That grin, so stupidly, dangerously attractive, pulled a dark chuckle out of Lucien's chest. His perfectly styled hair, now falling over his eyes in disarray, gave him an almost feral look—like his eyes glowed behind the curtain. He bared his teeth, canines flashing as his tongue swept across them, savoring the bitter taste of his own restraint.
"Manners, huh?" His voice dropped, low and gravelly, mocking but strained, heavy with need. He sucked in a breath that made his abdomen flex hard against the weight of his hunger. His laugh was deep, sharp, cruelly amused. And then—like a predator mocking the trap he knew he'd already sprung—he purred, "...Please."
Not a plea. Not surrender. Just defiance wrapped in silk. A game. But beneath that—God, he was desperate. His body thrummed, his mind finally blessedly quiet, no chaos except the fever of lust muddling his thoughts. He wanted this. He needed it. The smell of their mingling scents was intoxicating, dizzying. Humiliating and yet—the humiliation only turned him on more.
Giving another sensual glide of his tongue against the tip, he savored the mild salty flavor of precum. His silver-grey eyes lifted to make sure Lucien was watching his every move, wanting to soak in the sight of Lucien's reaction. With one swift motion, Nikolai widened his mouth, letting Lucien's cock slide along his tongue, the thick shaft making way past and the head hitting the back of his throat.
"Mmm…nnng…"
He braced one hand on the counter, hunched slightly, fighting not to let the guttural sounds rising in his throat escape. His eyes, wild and sharp, locked on Nikolai as his mouth opened wider, straining to take him in.
The fire that bloomed in Lucien's veins when he felt that hot, wet slide—fuck—it made his lips part in restrained pants. Agonizingly pleasurable.
Claire had never… never. She'd taken everything from him but never this. She was a queen in bed, but selfish—pillow princess, through and through. This—this was something else. This was submission turned weapon, a mouth made to drive him insane.
Nikolai's gullet ached as the muscles strained and stretched to make way for the length and girth. His nostrils flared, his breathing now focused through his nose to accommodate the blockage to his lungs from his mouth, which in turn caused Lucien's sweet scent to infiltrate his system more intensely.
Perhaps it was the uncomfortable nature of having his mouth gaped open by something belonging to Lucien that caused his own cock to twitch in excitement, the fabric of his pants dampening from the leaking precum, both his member and balls aching to feel that euphoric release.
Agonizingly slow as if to torture the other male purposely, his lips finally met the base of Lucien's shaft, his nose pressed against the damp skin drenched in both sweat and that intoxicating scent. He involuntarily gulped, causing his throat muscles to constrict and pull at Lucien's cock, like an anaconda swallowing its prey.
Frisky fingers climbed their way up past Lucien's thighs reaching behind to forcefully grip each ass cheek to keep the man still.