Although he had done his very best to hide it, it was quite apparent Ryka was jealous. Dredging up Kyle’s past, his old college romances, had brought out the demon’s envious nature. He was being exceptionally needy - and that was saying something. The second Kyle got in the door after work, Ryka was flirting and teasing, obviously trying to remind Kyle of how much better his sex life was now. Kyle didn’t need the reminder, but he also wasn’t going to argue. Especially not with Ryka hinting at another dream.

It had only been three months since the last one had all but knocked Ryka out, and although he warned Kyle he’d probably be equally rough shape afterwards, they both still wanted very much to try it again.

“Well, most of my classes have exams this week, so it’s going to be pretty boring. You normally sleep through all that anyhow. And I’ll have to grade all those, too, so ….”

I won’t miss much and you don’t need the distraction. Is that what you’re saying?

“Uh, I guess.”

I’m not sure whether you’re doing me a favor or getting me out of your way.

“Both?” Kyle nervously offered. Why lie?

Fuck it. Just get comfortable. And I want to try something.

“Try what?” Kyle was already mostly undressed and climbing into bed, but froze midway.

I just want to see how good your memory is. Don’t freak out.

Typically, those words indicated that there was definitely going to be something happening that was worth freaking out about, but Kyle also knew arguing was moot. Shaking his head, he curled up under the covers. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

***

He awoke to a bed spring poking him in the ribs. Uncomfortable as it was, it was also a familiar sensation. So were the support bars he could feel through the ridiculously thin mattress. It felt very much like the bed he’d slept on throughout college.

Opening his eyes, he practically rolled off the edge. It was only a twin, so he didn’t have much time or space to save himself from landing on the floor. Somehow he managed, all the while gaping wide-eyed at his surroundings.

It was his dorm room. He’d woken facing the wall but quickly turned over to look at what would have been Chris’s half of the room. Ryka was stretched out on his side on his cousin’s bed, watching Kyle with an amused expression on his face. “Well?” he asked.

“Damn. It’s-”

“Just like you remember it?”

Kyle nodded. The same posters decorated the walls, the desks were covered with their typical clutter, boxes of soda and bottled water were visible under Chris’s bed, and that meant all the snacks were probably under Kyle’s. The PlayStation they had bought together was hooked up to the TV, controllers resting on either end of the small TV stand.

And although he had gone to bed naked, Kyle now found himself wearing typical dorm-room attire: gym shorts and a beat-up t-shirt. Ryka had even decided on sweatpants for himself to complete the effect. The only thing missing were the cheap flip-flops he’d worn in the shower.

Kyle swung his legs off the edge of the bed to sit facing the demon. “So, is this how jealous you are? You want me to have memories of you here, too?” Eyes narrowed, Ryka flashed his teeth at Kyle. “Not scary,” Kyle told him.

“No, what’s scary is how small this room is.” Ryka sat up and attempted to open his wings. There wasn’t enough space for him to unfold them much more than halfway. At least not without hitting some piece of furniture or knocking something over.

“Try living here for four years with another person.”

“Poor things. No privacy, huh?”

“None, unless you scheduled it.”

“But it still took him how long to find out about you?”

“I didn’t broadcast my preferences quite the way Chris did,” Kyle explained, nodding up toward the wall behind Ryka. It was plastered with posters of bikini models and Playboy centerfolds. Ryka spent a few minutes admiring them. A few minutes too long. Clearing his throat returned the demon’s gaze - and knowing smirk - back to him. “Anyhow. Those came down when he had a girlfriend and went back up when he was single.”

“Wish I’d spent more time digging so I could have teased him about it.” Kyle just rolled his eyes. “So he was quite obvious. You had to be caught.”

“Yes ….” Already, Kyle suspected he knew where this was headed. Yet somehow, he wasn’t dreading it. Not even a little.

“Care to show me how?”

There it was. He wondered why Ryka got so jealous – he must have known how fast Kyle’s heart was already racing. Just as surely as he knew no one else had ever made Kyle feel quite this way before.

Brushing off the thought, Kyle nodded slightly. “Grab those controllers and come sit with me.”

Obedient, Ryka did as Kyle instructed. Kyle took one of the controllers and turned on the TV with the remote on the bureau next to his bed. “What are you doing?” Ryka asked, sounding somewhere between annoyed and amused.

“You wanted a reenactment, right? It started like this. We’d play with these joysticks,” Kyle held up the controller with one hand, “before playing with these ones.” Not breaking eye contact, he used his free hand to cup Ryka through the front of his sweatpants.

“Gotcha. So, how long did you actually play for?” Kyle had tried to move his hand away, but Ryka grabbed his wrist. Kyle didn’t try again, but snuck his hand under the waistband and started exploring.

“Once he made his intentions clear? About that long,” he said, dropping the controller and kicking it under the bed.

“Perfect,” Ryka purred, tossing his across the room. Closing his eyes, he leaned back as Kyle gently teased his cock.

“So, the TV turned on. Would the PlayStation have actually worked?”

Ryka shrugged. “No idea. Depends on how good your memory is. But you’re in a dream recreation of your old dorm room feeling up a demon, and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

With a laugh, Kyle shook his head. “No, I’m thinking much harder about this,” he explained, continuing his ministrations. Ryka was responding, quickly becoming more than a handful. “You know, you’re always already hard when we start messing around. It’s fun to get you there for a change.”

“I’ll make note.”

“Please do,” Kyle murmured, reclining so he could kiss his partner. Ryka offered plenty of tongue. Since he could use his wings to help keep himself propped up, he had at least one free hand, which he kept on the side of Kyle’s face.

“Can I touch you, too?” Kyle nodded and the warm hand trailed down first to his thigh before sliding up into his shorts. “Were you getting hard just from touching me?” Ryka purred, nuzzling Kyle’s neck.

“A little.”

“Nothing little about this,” Ryka cooed, running a finger the length of Kyle’s shaft. Kyle shuddered.

“Or this.” Distracted as he was, Kyle was still stroking Ryka’s now fully-erect cock. They had fallen in sync, Ryka moving at the same tempo as his host.

That had happened naturally - no thinking required. Which left Ryka the opportunity to pose a very important question. “Why are we still wearing clothes?”

At that, Kyle laughed. “To be honest, we didn’t usually get completely naked. Just in case.”

“That still didn’t work, though, huh?”

Kyle shook his head. “Nope. This is basically what we were doing when Chris walked in.”

“At least he had the decency to turn around and leave, right?”

“He did. Kind of ruined the mood, though.”

“No need to worry about that here.”

Kyle was very glad for that. The only thing he wanted to be worrying about was how he was supposed to keep moving his hand when his brain could only seem to focus on how good he felt. Ryka had been sucking on his neck, but now he could feel sharp teeth breaking skin. Sighing, he leaned his head back, and Ryka moved his free hand to support it.

Inhibitions crumbling like he’d been partying on Thirsty Thursday, Kyle completely abandoned his previous task and instead pulled off his shorts and spread his legs to give Ryka easier access. “You horny or something?” Ryka breathed, now kissing behind his ear.

“Mm.”

“In that case ….” Kyle had hoped those words would precede another deep kiss, but instead, Ryka stood, letting Kyle fall back onto the bed. He was going to protest but stopped when Ryka stripped off his sweatpants. The view never failed to impress, and Kyle found himself gnawing on his bottom lip, eyes roaming up and down before settling on Ryka’s erection, conveniently eye-level.

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As much as his own cock was begging for attention, he didn’t mind ignoring it in favor of Ryka’s.

“Come here,” Kyle told him, crooking a finger and scooting back so he was seated against the wall. Grinning, Ryka kneeled in front of him, stroking himself. “Just please don’t-”

“I know. Don’t worry.”

That said, Kyle leaned forward, tonguing the slit before wrapping his lips around the head of Ryka’s cock. Ryka sighed, pushing his hips forward just a little. It still took some effort, but Kyle let his throat relax and when Ryka pushed again, Kyle could swallow him. As much as Ryka liked it when Kyle worked, licking and sucking, he generally preferred fucking Kyle’s mouth.

Used to it now, Kyle didn’t flinch feeling the light prick of claws on his shoulders. He really didn't mind that at all. Quite the opposite really. Moaning, he reached down and started jerking himself off.

“Just can’t wait, huh?”

If he could have shaken his head, he would have, but since Kyle couldn’t even do that, he just shrugged. He tried to make some noise of confirmation but ended up just drooling. “That’s hot, stud. But I’d like to see you cry, too.” Something he accomplished by pushing himself in until Kyle’s nose was pressed against him. Eyes watering, Kyle aimed a scowl upward. Which only served to further arouse Ryka.

“Yeah, stud.” Thrusting harder and faster now, Ryka moved his hands to Kyle’s head. With it hitting the back of his throat, it was easy to feel the demon’s cock twitch as he neared orgasm. Giving up on his own pleasure, Kyle instead reached up and grabbed Ryka’s ass. “You are horny. This is going to be fun.” He tried to say something else, but it was lost in a growl, and now he was trembling. Kyle could feel the breeze from his wings.

A little nervous that Ryka would lose track, Kyle dug his fingers in. Seconds later, Ryka pulled out and shot next to Kyle’s head. There was an audible splatter on the wall behind him.

“There goes my damage deposit,” he joked, swiping across his mouth with the back of his hand before looking up at Ryka.

“I’m just getting started.” Purring now, Ryka pushed Kyle onto his back and stretched out on top of him, grinding his spit-slicked cock against Kyle’s. “Now what can I do for you?”

Sometimes Kyle felt self-conscious, unable to say what he wanted, which left him relying on Ryka to read his thoughts. This was not one of those times. “Rim job.”

“Yes, Master.” Ryka backed away just far enough to flip Kyle over onto his hands and knees. Knowing he was moments away from feeling completely boneless, Kyle sank down to his forearms, keeping his hips high. “Ready?”

Kyle nodded, and then Ryka’s tongue was too busy for him to ask further questions. Kyle assumed his moaning and squirming answered any queries the demon might have had, as did his frequent exclamations of the demon’s name.

Somehow, Kyle managed to stop himself from cumming, mostly through sheer power of will. Which is what it took to keep his hands off himself. Ryka wasn’t touching him, either, his hands too busy holding Kyle’s hips in place.

Normally, Kyle could have spent eternity letting Ryka eat him out, but suddenly tongue wasn’t cutting it. Words were impossible with Ryka still working, so all Kyle could manage was a whimper. But Ryka understood, no need to even go digging through Kyle’s head. “Need more?”

Kyle nodded. And then gasped, feeling himself penetrated by something that definitely wasn’t the finger he had been expecting. He managed a glance behind him to see that Ryka was using his tail. He still had one hand on Kyle’s side, supporting him, and was using his other now to stroke himself.

He wanted to complain - tease, at least - but Ryka was far too good. All he managed was a choked grunt as Ryka homed in on his prostate. “Tell me when you’re ready for more.”

Immediately and never, Kyle thought, laughing to himself. It was suddenly very unfair that Ryka had already cum once, and Kyle not at all. “Now,” he managed, order muffled by a pillow.

“I want to see your face. Is that okay?” Another nod. Kyle sighed as Ryka pulled his tail out, then wound up breathless when he was flipped over onto his back. “How close are you?”

“Very. So hurry up,” Kyle ordered, placing one of his ankles over Ryka’s shoulder.

“You’re cute when you’re being slutty.”

Kyle wanted to scold him for that remark, but Ryka knew how to stop that. So instead of sounding harsh, Kyle thought he did indeed sound slutty, calling out Ryka’s name as the demon plunged into him. An image he further cultivated by following that up with “Fuck me hard.”

“You got it, stud.”

And if he’d been tallying orgasms, he quickly met and surpassed Ryka’s count. He exploded once, on his own chest and stomach, as soon as Ryka started moving, and again minutes later while he jerked himself off, trying to keep time with Ryka’s thrusts. “Guess you were right.”

Kyle couldn’t be bothered to respond to Ryka’s teasing. He had other things to say. “Feels so good,” he panted. “Deeper.”

Without needing to look, he could easily imagine Ryka’s smug smile. But his wish was granted, Ryka grabbing him behind both knees and spreading him wide, giving himself more room to work.

The small part of Kyle’s brain not short-circuiting was still only able to focus on how good he felt. At least until that damned spring started digging into his shoulder. He tried to shrug into a better position, but it only gouged harder. One more twitch only made it worse. Unable to stop it, he breathed out a quiet “Ow.” And immediately learned what it took to completely kill the mood.

Recoiling like he’d been doused with holy water, Ryka pulled out and backed away, all but dropping Kyle back to the mattress as he did. With a startled gasp, Kyle opened his eyes to see the demon’s wings flatten out behind him. His tail, which he had very obviously been fucking himself with, was wrapping around his right thigh. And his wide-eyed look of horror was aimed at the floor, though he still managed to tip his head back enough to expose his throat. There were no excuses, just his complete submission while he waited for his punishment.

“No, dear, not you.”

It took far too long for Ryka to meet his gaze. “Really?”

“Yes. Unless you count making this too accurate. The bedspring stabbed me, that’s all. It wasn’t you. It really wasn’t you.” Slowly, Ryka relaxed his wings and tail. “Thank you for worrying so much, though. It’s nice to know you’re paying that much attention. Even when you’re going to town on my ass.”

That got him a laugh. “What can I do to fix it, Master?” So sincere, Kyle thought.

“Let’s pretend I had a nice bed at the dorm.” Instantly, the thin mattress under him grew into something much more comfortable. The bed itself wasn’t any bigger, but that hardly mattered. “That’s nice. Now come back here.” He opened his arms, and Ryka eagerly fell into them.

Wanting very much to get back to what they had been doing, Kyle grabbed Ryka by the horns and kissed him. Guilty as he’d felt about possibly hurting Kyle, he still hadn’t lost his erection, and Kyle smirked around the kiss as Ryka started humping him. “Put it back in,” Kyle urged, wrapping his legs around Ryka.

“Were you this easy in college?” Ryka grunted, granting his Master’s request. Kyle arched against him and shook his head. “Liar.” But Kyle couldn’t reply as Ryka picked up his tempo. He couldn’t even remember how or when his feet wound up on Ryka’s shoulders, but there they were, with Kyle bent nearly in half while Ryka pounded into him.

“More,” Kyle begged.

“Anything you want,” Ryka replied. Though to Kyle’s dismay, he followed those words by pulling out.

With a frustrated sigh, Kyle attempted glaring up at Ryka, but he doubted he looked all that threatening, given that the demon just grinned down at him. “What the fuck?” he growled, sounding disturbingly like his other half. When Ryka had the audacity to laugh, Kyle reached up and grabbed one of his horns, yanking Ryka’s head down to be level with his. There were very few ways to get leverage on the much-stronger demon, and this was one. “Why’d you stop?”

“And you say I have no patience. I was going to tell you to get up.” Unconcerned that his head was still being cranked hard to one side, Ryka grabbed Kyle’s wrist to hold his hand in place as he stood up off the bed, pulling Kyle with him.

Still not loosening his grip, he backed Kyle up against the door - the only vertical space in the room not blocked by furniture or covered in posters. “Ready?”

“For what?”

In lieu of words, Ryka dropped to his knees and took Kyle in his mouth. No, Kyle hadn’t been ready, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy every moment of Ryka sucking his cock. Eyes closed and head tilted back, he grabbed Ryka’s other horn and thrust roughly into his mouth. Ryka stopped moving, letting Kyle use him as he’d used Kyle.

The moment Kyle came, Ryka hooked his arms behind Kyle’s knees and hoisted Kyle up. Gasping, Kyle held tighter to Ryka, trying to steady himself. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around Ryka’s waist, which allowed Ryka to free up one hand to support Kyle’s back. The other he used to line himself up, nudging the tip of his cock into Kyle. “Oh. Yes. Hurry,” Kyle told him, releasing his grip and slipping downward just a little. The first inch inside, he let physics take over.

Gravity - or the illusion of it - was a wonderful thing. Sounds that were supposed to be words spilled from his lips as he sank onto Ryka’s dick. The depth, the stretch, it all felt so good. Every last coherent thought evaporated, leaving only pleasure. And he wanted more.

Not carefully enough, he released Ryka’s horns and tried to hook his arms around his neck. Somehow, he had thought Ryka was all the way in. He’d been wrong.

“Fuck,” he managed, hissing out the curse between clenched teeth.

“Careful.” The warning was gentle and came with a forehead kiss. “Too much? Or do you just need a minute?”

“The second one.”

“We can stay like this as long as you’d like.” He really was spoiled. And so very lucky, especially to be with someone strong enough to hold him in this position. He was by no means a small individual, but superhuman immortal strength meant Ryka could easily manhandle him. It was refreshing. And oh so much fun.

Now used to Ryka’s depth, Kyle told him, “Slowly, please.”

With one hand still on the small of Kyle’s back, the other hooked back under a leg, and Kyle heard wood cracking as Ryka sank claws into the door for support. He started with slow, shallow thrusts, hips hardly moving. “Good?”

Kyle could only nod. He let his head fall onto Ryka’s shoulder, looking down between them to see his own cock oozing precum. It was also the perfect opportunity to watch Ryka’s muscles working, abs rippling while he fulfilled Kyle’s request.

“Mm. Faster.”

Ryka complied, then and each subsequent time Kyle asked for more. The door was jumping on its hinges, and more than once, Kyle slammed the back of his head into it. But complaining never even crossed his mind. Not when everything else felt so good.

It was through a haze of ecstasy he finally noticed there was no longer anything behind his back, that Ryka was carrying him back to the bed. “Sorry,” Ryka growled into his throat. “I’m gonna cum, though.”

Real or not, Kyle didn’t enjoy being filled up the way Ryka did. Not having to worry about protection was delightful for the most part, but also meant that Ryka needed to always be aware of how close he was. Because he never wanted to do something that displeased his host, not in these situations.

With a “whump,” they landed back on the mattress. Distantly, Kyle heard something crashing to the floor, but disregarded it. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Ryka’s waist, digging his heels in. Ryka was rolling his hips and Kyle was losing his mind.

“Sorry, stud, really.” Ryka pulled out, and they both sighed. Any disappointment Kyle might have felt was allayed when he felt Ryka’s cock against his, and Ryka’s hand around them both, pumping furiously. With both his hands now free, Kyle joined the effort, and they finished together, spilling across Kyle’s chest and stomach.

Kyle scooted out of the way just in time for Ryka to collapse next to him. “Why’d you apologize?” Kyle asked, tugging a section of sheet out from under them to wipe himself off with.

“You were feeling good.”

“I feel good now. Sticky, but good.” He was a mess here in the dream. Probably not much less of one in the real world.

“Mm.” Next to him, Ryka yawned. Given that Ryka had hardly recovered from the last few times they’d done this, Kyle hadn’t expected this to be another all-night event. He was quite exhausted himself, and more than satisfied. Though he couldn’t help sneaking a peek at the room once more.

The posters from Chris’s side of the dorm were scattered on the floor, which was also where the TV had wound up. That must have been the crash he’d heard, Kyle realized. Just like his bedroom at home, there were dents and divots in the walls from Ryka’s wings. The door was half-splintered.

“Good job, dear,” he teased, grabbing Ryka’s chin and turning his head so he, too, could observe the disaster area around them.

“I’ll do better next time.”

Kyle gave him a playful shove, or tried to. Between his exhaustion and Ryka’s strength, the demon hardly budged. “Bed time?” Kyle suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” Ryka nestled himself closer, draping an arm and a wing over Kyle. After their exertions, the heat felt good, and it was only moments before Kyle drifted off, Ryka following close behind.