Nox yanked his shirt over his head.
Luca clenched his fists. Lubricant shot from between his fingers with a loud squelch. Nox made a sound, but Luca couldn’t be sure if it was a laugh or a growl as he hooked a thumb into the waist of his jeans and popped the button.
The zipper ticked, fabric rustled. “I’m waiting.” The mattress shifted.
“I thought—” Luca licked his lips. “I thought you didn’t want to do this with me.”
“That’s not what I said.” Nox eased closer. His grip closed on Luca’s ankle. “I said I didn’t want you to do this because you wanted to do it for me.” Nox pushed until Luca’s knee bent. Nox lifted it up.
“Who’s to say I still don’t want that?” Luca’s heel met the dip in Nox’s shoulder.
“Because you had your fingers in your ass and didn’t invite me to watch.” He crawled forward until Luca’s knee pushed almost to his chest. His other leg wound up looped along Nox’s hip. The position was exactly what Luca had needed in the shower.
Nox took the wrist of Luca’s closed fist. One by one, he unfurled a couple of his fingers. Nox sat back on his heels. The hold on Luca’s thighs tightened. He lowered his arm.
Was he really going to do this? Could he?
Nox’s gaze followed Luca’s hand on its way between his legs.
The heel of Luca’s hand brushed against his cock. Springy hairs at the base tickled his palm. The velvet skin of his nuts followed up. He reached the soft space right between his thighs. Precum dripped from Nox’s slit.
Luca felt his way to his hole.
A tremor ran down Nox’s body, hard enough to feel through the mattress.
Droplets of chilled lubricant landed close to Luca’s hole. He rubbed his entrance, teasing the wrinkled skin.
Feral need painted Nox’s features, but it was still him and not the Anubis.
Luca worked a fingertip into the ring of muscle. It wasn’t so much the invasion that sent a thrill through him tightening his skin until even his nipples ached, but the sound Nox made. Wounded, desperate, maybe even hungry.
The emotions danced down Nox’s shoulders, his arms, his thighs in the form of twitching muscles and beading sweat. Luca thrust his finger in and out, and Nox slid his touch down to the juncture of Luca’s legs. He stopped Luca’s movements, keeping his finger inside.
Nox pushed against the back of Luca’s hand, forcing his finger deeper. “Like that.”
Luca obeyed.
“Now two, show me….” Saliva pooled in the corners of Nox’s mouth. Sharp points flashed behind the curve of his lips.
Luca put his fingers together again. The slick fluid eased the burn, but it was still enough to make him wince. Nox guided Luca’s hand, fucking his hole with his fingers.
Without any warning, Nox moved over Luca and caught his mouth, shoving in his tongue, sucking away his breath. The weight of Nox’s body trapped Luca’s arm between them. He moaned and Nox drank it away, rutting against Luca, plundering his mouth until his jaw ached.
Nox left Luca gasping for air and with black spots dancing in front of his eyes. He didn’t realize he’d taken his fingers out of his hole until Nox filled it with two of his, rubbing both digits over Luca’s prostate. A bolt of pleasure shot through Luca’s cock, and ropes of cum splashed over his stomach.
Luca arched his back, riding the ebb and flow of his orgasm, huffing his breath, writhing over the pillows until it abandoned him, and he collapsed on the bed.
Nox bared his teeth again close enough to Luca’s face to leave no doubt the elongated points were not a figment of his imagination.
“Nox.”
He blinked, and the Anubis vanished.
“Move your fingers, Nox. Please.”
Nox glanced down and knitted his brows together.
Luca rocked against Nox’s hand, and the movement seemed to remind him what he’d been doing. He quickened his thrusts, massaging Luca’s sensitized prostate. He squirmed and clawed at the comforter. His hand knocked the bottle of lubricant, and it rolled off the pillow.