Lucien felt every adjustment, every strained breath from Nikolai's nose against his skin, every brazen grip on his thigh.
Slowly—too slowly—the other worked down, lips stretching, throat struggling, and Lucien's restraint cracked. He let one hand slip from the counter to Nikolai's shoulder, fingers tightening like a warning.
A low rumble escaped his chest—Nikolai's name, half-growl, half-plea.
"Nikolai... hah hah-"
When Nikolai's grip on his ass tightened and he deliberately gulped, dragging along his cock, Lucien couldn't hold it back—his head tipped, a moan slipping out, raw and rough.
Nikolai almost took him deeper...
Because there it was again, his name slipping past those delectable lips once more. In such a fervent tone of need and desperation. Who knew that just uttering his name would sound so lovely…
However he could hardly enjoy the moment. His gag reflex was slightly triggered. The urge to pull away tugged but Nikolai held on due to his own stubbornness taking the driver's seat. How could he pull away after his name was uttered like that?
Lucien's nostrils flared, his body shifted impatiently and he wanted Nikolai to actually start using his mouth or just ram deep into his throat himself but his mind—what little of it still remained—registered that the man was struggling.
So, he didn't force it, not yet.
He waited, trembling with restraint as precum pooled at the tip, aching for more.
Nikolai was unaware of Lucien's struggle.
He took a few more deep inhales through his nose and Nikolai finally felt his throat relax. His grip on Lucien softened, now allowing the man to freely do as they pleased with him. The thought alone made him anticipate what could Lucien do and just how wild his kitten could be.
He didn't want the tender treatment.
At least not yet.
Not while Lucien was still in denial of their animalistic nature. He wanted the man to let loose, to release all the pent up years of oppressing those primal desires onto him.
If anyone could take the brunt of it all…it would be Nikolai.
It had to be.
Giving his signature smirk despite his mouth being fully occupied, he gave the signal for Lucien to have at it, as if daring the man to do his worst.
Lucien finally felt the pressure easing and then his gaze focused on Nikolai's. His eyes, cocky and daring, looked up at Lucien with that infuriating smirk.
And that was all it took.
Lucien's tongue dragged across his lip before he bit down on it, eyes dark as he rasped:
"Don't blame me later. You asked for it."
His hand tangled in Nikolai's hair, grip tight, and he pulled back—just enough to slam back in.
The dam burst.
His scent rushed out in thick waves, filling the room, animalistic and suffocating.
Nikolai had truly underestimated the high intensity of the initial thrust, both his planted feet and the four legs of the chair beneath him scraping against the tiles from the force of impact.
Lucien's mouth fell open, throwing his head back as the raw pleasure intensified, breathing ragged, hips thrusting rough, needy, desperate. He tried—God, he tried—not to hurt him, but restraint was gone. That mouth was too fucking divine. The sharp sting of the bite on his neck still tingled, every nerve raw, his cock pulsing as precum coated Nikolai's tongue, slicking every thrust.
Both sides of Nikolai's cheek throbbed at the stretch and the pain of those fading bruises from a few days ago still lingering. The back of his neck panged with soft stings with every hit of the chair behind him. Even if he wanted to pull away, Lucien's vice grip on his locks shackled him in place. The idea of being at Lucien's mercy intensified the pleasurable ache bubbling at the pit of his stomach.
There was no time to recover.
No time to catch his breath.
As Lucien assaulted Nikolai's without an ounce of concern. Veins in Nikolai's neck strained to keep from gagging, protruding from underneath the skin, his eyes watering at the mild moments of asphyxiation. The back of his throat ached, rubbed raw, almost numbing with every hit, every pummel laced with both pain and pleasure.
And the only one in more pleasure than him was Lucien.
The feeling of Nikolai's contracting neck muscles, The hot and wet cavern that took him so willingly. The feeling of Nikolai's tongue dragging under his cock. His own bleary gaze met Nikolai's and God...those watery eyes, that struggling face just worked like gasoline.
With the rhythm of each thrust, noises from Lucien followed. And every breathless grunt, gasp, even the soft mewls that escaped Lucien fueled Nikolai to endure the pounding. It was music to his ears, music that he was orchestrating and Lucien, his instrument. The feel of those pulsating veins on the underside of Lucien's cock against his tongue showed how close the other man was to climaxing.
"Nnn…nnng!"
The more precum that dribbled down his taste buds into his esophagus, the more he wondered what the taste of Lucien's actual essence tasted like. These thoughts brought on an even larger boost of pheromones from him, the anticipation of seeing Lucien's defeat coursing through his body, his head now bobbing hungrily in tune with each jolt of Lucien's hips.
Lucien's lungs burned with every breath, chest rising and falling like he'd just been dragged through fire. The sudden surge of pheromones from Nikolai slammed into him like a wave, and he almost staggered from the sheer potency of it—head heavy, lips parted, canines flashing. His gaze lingered on the juncture of Nikolai's neck and shoulder, hunger curling there like a gnawing ache. Each guttural moan spilling from Nikolai's throat only sharpened that ache, twisting it into something raw and primal.
Lucien's own body trembled, his lust-soaked brain drowning in the delicious sight and feel of Nikolai sucking him down, swallowing him whole. The humiliation, the audacity of it—it should have pissed him off. But no, it stoked his ego, set his veins aflame, making his thrusts more erratic. He was so close.
Noticing how erratic and untimely Lucien's thrusts were becoming, Nikolai had an inkling that the man was teetering towards the end, almost saddened that the finale was already arriving, his own dick screaming from the lack of stimulation.
Lucien's sounds turned guttural, animalistic, every thrust a battle between savoring and devouring, as he used the man beneath him, reckless in his drive toward release, not stopping until he felt himself getting over the edge and hurriedly tried to pull out.
Of course, Nikolai quickly realized that Lucien was attempting to slide out entirely and it brought out a low growl, sending vibrato waves in the muscles of his throat. Nikolai's hands that had been idly grabbing Lucien's ass during the ordeal grew rough again and his fingernails instinctively dug into the flesh of Lucien's ass to propel Lucien forward once more so that his cock was fully sheathed again.
There was no way in Hell he'd let Lucien deprive him of tasting them.
The feeling of Nikolai's nails digging into his ass wasn't pleasant. It was sharp and it made Lucien's hips jolt forward, a broken hiss escaping his clenched teeth. That final burying thrust, cock sheathed to the root down that sinful throat—fuck. He couldn't hold it back anymore.
With Nikolai's hands and arms anchoring him and immobilizing him temporarily Lucien couldn't do anything.
The release tore out of him, violent, hot, spilling deep inside Nikolai's throat. A loud, animalistic moan ripped from his chest, guttural and unrestrained, his entire body shaking as he pulsed, emptying himself into the man below as Nikolai swallowed, gulping down every ounce he could milk from Lucien, his eyes rolling back as he willed his throat to encompass the girthy penis further down, deep enough where his chin pressed into Lucien's emptying ballsack.
Lucien's toes curled in his shoes, his vision blurred with stars, and still, still, Nikolai swallowed like a starved thing.
and finally Nikolai's grip on him loosened, hands now falling in his own lap to palm at the stiff tent of his pants.
A subtle lean back and Lucien slipped from his lips, dribbles of saliva and cum following suit. Now that the air passage was cleared did his lungs rejoice, his chest taking deep heaves of needed oxygen, his throat burning with raw soreness. Through the huffing and puffing, Nikolai still managed to direct another seductive gaze upwards, wiping the excess saliva and semen that ran down his chin.
"I never pegged you to be that lenient on me…" Nikolai drawled with a sultry husk, his provoking manner still fastened on, as if he wasn't on the brink of fainting.. "I was hoping you'd have more for me…" a kiss was planted against the pelvic area, "...to taste."
But he knew…this was probably not enough for Lucien, one round of climax was never enough for him during his rut so how was Lucien any different. Lucien was still holding back. He'd just have to push him a little more.
Lucien's head dropped back with a ragged groan, hair falling over his damp face. The high of the unreal climax he just had was still pulsing in his veins. "...Yet you look like you would pass out if I had went harder," he rasped, voice shredded with release.