It was all he needed. Nox’s voice, his touch, the endless well of love Luca drank from.
Nox returned to dragging his hands over Luca’s body, dipping his fingertips in every crease, tracing a bone or curve, sometimes pausing over a scar or mole or freckle.
Luca mirrored Nox’s movements, painting a tactile path over the hills and valleys of Nox’s muscles. The hard crease between his pecks, his abs, the deep gutter over his pelvic bone.
Luca had spent hours staring at Nox when he did mundane things like bathe, work on the van, or even when they shopped for groceries. He knew every inch of him, every speck of pigment on his skin, every scar. But Luca had never gotten to touch Nox like this.
Not because he didn’t want to, but because he rarely had the time. The Anubis wasn’t a patient creature and had no use for small tastes of pleasure.
And now that Luca had time, he could do what he’d always wanted.
Luca started to move down.
Nox caught his wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Spread your knees and I’ll show you.”
Nox frowned, then raised his eyebrows. “Luca—”
“I want to.” Luca had wanted more than just a taste of Nox for a long time. “Please?”
Nox let Luca go and he moved between Nox’s legs. His thick cock lay on his stomach, forming a puddle of precum near his navel.
Luca had always known how big it was, but up close, in the daylight, with no time limit, he could admire the perfection. The fat head, the flare of the glans, the thick veins, how the flesh darkened to magenta at the tip, and a line of pigment beginning at the frenulum running to the bed of curls. But the hair wasn’t dense enough to hide the dip in his sack between his balls. There, the skin was dark like the line. Farther out, it faded to a pinkish tan.
A flush crept down Nox’s neck, and his breath quickened.
“I think you’re more excited about this than me.” Luca leaned in and dragged his tongue from the base of Nox’s cock to the edge of the glans.
Nox moaned. “Yeah, I think I am.”
Luca licked him again.
A drop of precum slipped down the edge, stretching into a gossamer strand before falling in a perfect droplet on Nox’s stomach, hitting a small dot of bare skin among the trail of short hair running from his groin to his pecs.
Luca swiped his tongue over the slit, erasing the second drop trying to form. He kissed the tip of Nox’s cock, letting his lips linger on the edge of the slit, teasing the gentle slope with a feather-light scrape of teeth.
Nox hissed. “God that’s—”
Luca wrapped his lips around the blunt end and took Nox into his mouth, stretching his jaw, flattening his tongue, filling the space until he could barely breathe.
Luca returned to the tip, then tried to take Nox deeper. The muscles in Luca’s jaw tightened, sending a twinge up the side of his face, making his eyes water.
“Luca…”
He released Nox, his saliva a visual of how far he’d gone. “I think there’s a serious flaw in my plan.”
Nox lifted his head. “What?”
“Remember that conversation about you being endowed?” Luca licked the tip again. “My mouth isn’t big enough, and there is no way I’m gonna ever fit you into my throat unless I want to tear something.” Again he teased Nox with a scrape of teeth.
A shudder ran down Nox’s thighs. “Pretty sure if you keep that up, you won’t have to.” He growled, but it was only a human sound. “And deep throating is overrated. The sensitive part is all in the end.”
“I know, but still.”
“Trust me, when I tell you anything you do will be perfect.”
“You’re just saying that because you love me.” Luca ran his teeth up to the tip.