With a weary sigh, Kyle shifted onto his side on the couch. He had been trying most of the day to get comfortable, but just couldn’t seem to. The weather was to blame.
All afternoon, he had seen rippled heat rising off the pavement, and the only story on the news had been of the heat wave smothering the region. Evening wasn’t bringing any respite. But the oppressive warmth wasn’t the problem – it was the humidity. And he didn’t have an air conditioner to dry the air, either. No need for one when he couldn’t tell the difference between frigid cold and blistering heat.
So now he was stuck - almost literally. Skin clammy like he’d been perspiring, he’d spent the day peeling himself off surfaces that seemed to be sweating for him. The vague dampness was starting to get to him - there was no avoiding it.
The day had therefore been spent trying to dry off in front of a tiny fan on the couch, changing positions frequently so he didn’t glue himself to the soggy upholstery. Exhausted from trying to relax and failing, Kyle finally decided it was time to give up and go to bed. The bedroom was breezier than the living room, and there he’d have room to stretch out, a luxury the couch didn’t allow.
You’re going to sleep already? Didn’t it just get dark?
“I know, but I’m tired of sitting here. I’m burnt out on TV and very uncomfortable. Sorry.”
The demon grumbled, but didn’t actually argue. Thankful for small favors, Kyle stripped down to his underwear and flopped onto the bed. It really was so much better than the couch, he thought. And he was amazed how quickly he felt himself drifting off.
Until he realized that he’d had a bit of help. “Hey, wake up.”
With a groan, Kyle pulled the pillow over his head. “I said I was tired.”
“Too tired to play with me?”
The answer was “no,” but Kyle wasn’t going to give in so easily. “My goodness, Ryka, you are a pain in the ass.”
“‘My goodness?’ Wow. It’s really hard not to use those names, huh?”
“No, because they’re not the ones giving me grief. You are. And don’t look so proud of it.” Kyle turned his head in time to see Ryka’s grin. When it only got bigger, he punched Ryka in the shoulder.
“Ooh, hit me harder.”
“Let me say it once again: no.”
“Come on, you know you want to hurt me.”
This Kyle couldn’t deny. “Sometimes I really would like to wring your neck.”
Ryka’s eyes lit up and he leaned in closer. “Please, Master. Punish me. Anything you want to do to me – I deserve it.” He surely did. A “maybe” was on the tip of his tongue when he noticed the edges of the room start to blur.
The ability to form coherent thoughts all but abandoned him when metal chains with links as big around as his closed fist started snaking out of the shadows. Speechless, he watched as Ryka allowed himself to be bound, wings pinned behind his back by a chain coiled around his stomach. Shackles snapped closed around his wrists, horns and ankles, more chain stretching to hook to metal plates now bolted to his bedroom walls.
Still more wrapped around his thighs, pulling Ryka to his knees on the bed. Another length dropped from the ceiling and encircled his head, covering the demon’s eyes in a thick coil before gagging him. A final, thinner strand closed around his throat in a choke chain.
Gaping, Kyle picked up the loose end of that last. There was enough that it pooled on the bed between Ryka’s knees. He could only imagine what Ryka wanted him to do with that.
“I didn’t realize you were into medieval torture porn,” Kyle quipped.
Ryka grinned around the chain in his mouth. He tried to nod, but could barely manage it with his horns secured as they were - there was almost no slack. His head moved just enough for Kyle to be able to tell he was, in fact, offering an affirmative.
“So, this is what you wanted?” Ryka tried for another nod, growled at the inconvenient situation he had put himself in, and instead started to purr, straining forward against his bonds in an attempt to move closer to Kyle. “I take it that you want to be choked?” Kyle was still fiddling with the chain in his hands, but had certainly not seen fit to apply any pressure, although the demon’s intent seemed obvious.
He could just make out Ryka’s eyebrows raising, so another “yes.” “Right. But, what? No nipple clamps or anything? Really?” It was meant to be a jest, and triggered that deep, rumbling laughter Kyle so enjoyed. But then he felt something ‘thud’ to the mattress next to him, and looked down to see a pile of additional metal bits. Including the suggested clamps. Though the object that had done the ‘thudding’ was a massive, metal-studded dildo. Kyle nearly lost his nerve and asked to be woken up.
Sensing his host’s feelings, Ryka whined. The only part of him not bound was his tail, and he used it to flick the dildo off the bed. Judging by the sound that followed, it had probably left a hole in the floor. At least this wasn’t his real house. But he was reassured that what he could manage to do would be left up to him. “You know, I’m not sure how good I’m going to be at hurting you, Ry.”
A whimper. It wasn’t that Kyle was opposed. But he had no experience with anything like this. Weren’t there supposed to be rules? Swallowing, he looked up. Ryka was still struggling to move closer, salivating while he gnawed on the chain on his mouth. Already, he was panting, chest heaving and muscles tight as he tried to reach his host. Nevermind that he was already fully hard. By no means a turn-off.
“I’ll try. Don’t judge me too harshly, please.” Kyle paused, staring down at the implements remaining on the bed - he wasn’t bold enough to use most of them. “You don’t want a safe word? A cue? Anything like that?” Ryka shook his head. He offered another grin, and his teeth cut into the link clenched between them. So he was allowing himself to be restrained - these chains weren’t actually any kind of deterrent. “You’ll just stop me, won’t you?” Another slight nod. “Do I need a safe word for whatever it is you’ll do?” Deep laughter and a shake of the head.
“Right. Well, then. Um, it’ll be easier to choke you from behind with this thing, huh?”
There was no response he could see. Kyle thought maybe Ryka had rolled his eyes. With a small sigh, Kyle gently spun the choke chain, making sure to move the loose end around Ryka’s folded wings. They were crossed over his back, the chain wound to keep them closed tightly and out of the way.
He was carefully making sure the chain didn’t get tangled or catch anywhere, and froze when he caught himself. Even with all the times Ryka had pissed him off, he had no idea how he was going to do this. Here he was being gentle when Ryka was asking for the opposite.
Obviously tired of waiting, Ryka grabbed at Kyle’s wrists with his tail. “Do I need to tie this up, too? Have some patience.” Chains rattled as Ryke shook his head. Even through his make-shift blindfold, Kyle could see the demon’s eyes glowing. He was instigating. It was effective.
Gathering his courage and hoping fervently that this wouldn’t come back to haunt him, Kyle decided to start playing along. Although he had been told on numerous occasions that it would most certainly hurt, Kyle caught Ryka’s tail in one hand, wrapped it around his forearm, and pulled.
The hiss that followed gave Kyle chills - and not the good kind. But Ryka had hardly moved, though he was attempting to jerk his tail away. Kyle didn’t let go, though he stopped pulling. “Behave,” he ordered, as though Ryka actually would.
As expected, he did the opposite, struggling to get Kyle to release his grip. Which forced Kyle to yank again. Ryka yelped this time, and Kyle almost lost his nerve. At least until Ryka continued their game of tug-of-war. Kyle kept it up as long as Ryka did. The instant he stopped fighting, Kyle opened his hand, and Ryka coiled his tail around his right leg. Kyle watched it, noticing for the first time that the insides of the demon’s thighs were glistening. He was quite enjoying himself if he was already that wet. “Really, Ry? Just from that?”
Ryka snorted, unashamed. Then, he dipped his head - or tried to - toward the items still remaining on the bed. “Who’s supposed to be in charge here, hmm?”
Honestly, Kyle appreciated the input. He just thought he shouldn’t let Ryka know that. Though that didn’t stop him from pulling out the nipple clamps. They were weighted, but not nearly as much as Kyle had expected given the heft of that dildo still lying on the floor.
Novice though he was, Kyle still knew Ryka was expecting some level of mild torture, and not just for Kyle to put them on and move on. This part was fun for him - sucking, biting and pinching while Ryka strained toward him, whimpering all the while. He took his time, teasing until Ryka was red and raw. Only then did he finally apply the clamps.
Ryka shuddered, his cock dripping and the metal plates on the walls protesting as he pulled forward. Kyle was, by now, quite hard himself, and getting eager for release. Luckily, Ryka was on the edge of the bed, so Kyle could easily get behind him. Well, after weaving through chains like he was avoiding laser alarms while pulling off a jewelry heist.
He’d woken dressed as he’d been in the real world - wearing only underwear. He hurriedly stripped them off. “Bend over, Ry.” Kyle didn’t look to see how it was accomplished, but the chains slackened enough for Ryka to lean forward so he could present his ass. “This at the same time?” Kyle asked, finally picking back up the loose end of the choke chain.
Ryka nodded, and Kyle gave the chain an experimental tug. A growl greeted his effort, but Ryka was only getting wetter. “Fuck.” This time, Kyle grabbed the chain in both hands and pulled it tight. He didn’t let go until Ryka’s wings started shaking, the membrane quivering, even with them being tightly folded. Kyle thought he could get used to this.
Not seeing the point in warning him, Kyle moved closed and lined himself up. This part wasn’t going to hurt Ryka - he was too wet, and too willing. And as soon as he felt the tip of Kyle’s cock against him, he tried to back up onto it. “No,” Kyle scolded, jerking the chain. Ryka froze. After wrapping it around his right arm, he pulled it close to his chest. Ryka started wheezing, his growls getting higher and raspier. His own need now desperate, Kyle thrust in with as much force as he could, burying himself to the root. To his astonishment, Ryka came immediately, clenching pleasantly around Kyle’s spasming cock.
“My turn,” Kyle panted, trying to move as hard and fast as possible while still remembering to choke Ryka. Knowing Ryka would beg him not to, Kyle didn’t pull out before he finished, and Ryka came again as Kyle filled him up.
But this wasn’t reality - Kyle could give them what they both wanted: more. Grunting, he pushed himself deep, grinding now instead of thrusting, unwilling to pull out. Ryka was tight around him, and Kyle could feel his growling. “Ryka ….” With his free hand, Kyle reached around and pulled off the clamps. He was sure he was supposed to be doing something cruel, but figured the strangulation was enough. So he reached down to stroke Ryka’s cock.
This time, they came together. Panting, Kyle unwound his arm and let the chain go slack. He pulled out, cumming again on Ryka’s back as he did. “Sorry.” Ryka only purred. “Of course. Silly me. But are you done being docile now? It’s a little disconcerting.”
The laugh that followed was the stuff of horror movies, and Kyle stumbled backwards, landing on the carpet just as Ryka started to flex. With a terrible growl, he tensed his muscles and spread his wings. The chain shattered, scattering metal shards all over the room. He yanked the plates holding his wrists out of the plaster, then pulled free the ones binding his horns and legs. The shackles he tore off, metal twisting in his grip. Still laughing, Ryka shook his head, and the chains there dropped off. Kyle realized he’d bitten clean through the links. The only chain he still wore was the one now draped loose around his neck.
Any confidence Kyle had felt vanished in an instant. “I’m in trouble now, right?”
But Ryka shook his head and held a hand out. Kyle took it and was easily hauled back onto the bed. “Not at all. You did good, stud.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” There were red marks from where he had fought against his bonds, and he reverently ran fingers along his bruised throat. “I’ve told you I like it rough. And you just tightened this chain-” Ryka pulled it around and pushed it back into Kyle’s hands “-and shoved it right in.”
“I-”
“I want to cum again just thinking about it.”
“What?”
With a delighted shudder, Ryka started jerking himself off. Kyle just watched, unsure what to do. “Make it tight,” Ryka begged, looking down toward Kyle’s hands. A bit hesitantly, Kyle did as he was asked. “Promise me we’ll play like this again and I won’t shoot my load right in your face.” A wheezed threat was still a threat.
“I promise. Now please don’t.” To Kyle’s great relief, Ryka held up his end of the bargain. “That’s already three times for you….”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day, stud. Which might explain why you couldn’t get comfy.”
“Great. So you get horny and I can’t relax. It’s a wonder I sleep at all.”
“It really is. But if I had the power, you’d never wake up. I know you’re tired, and I was going to keep this short, but now that we’ve started ….”
“Don’t worry about it. I can sleep all day tomorrow if I need to.”
“Oh, you’re going to need to.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “You didn’t need to threaten to cum on my face, you know.”
“It wasn’t meant to be a threat. I was hoping you’d be into it,” Ryka admitted, sinking back on his heels so they were eye-to-eye.
“Sorry, dear. Not my face.” Kyle paused, staring hard at the demon, who quickly averted his gaze. “You thought I’d like that?”
“I thought it was worth suggesting. And I mean, my back ….” As though it somehow offended his sensibilities.
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“Not the same,” Kyle informed him. “But you’ll be the first to know if I change my mind.”
“I fucking hope so,” Ryka teased, idly fidgeting with the end of the chain still around his neck. “I was wondering, though, if you’ve developed any fun kinks because of how we have to do things when we’re awake.”
That question gave Kyle pause. He hadn’t thought so, but he could feel himself blushing. “Like what?” he asked, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
Whether he meant to or not, Ryka caught wind of Kyle’s thoughts and leaned in closer, growling playfully. “Well, you never get to use your hands, and you do keep your eyes closed a lot. So maybe ….?”
“Not tied up quite like you just were, but something like that?” He wasn’t quite sure why it came out as a question, but Ryka sensed his intent and pounced. Quite literally.
Suddenly, Kyle was pinned under Ryka, who was sliding his cock against Kyle’s and kissing him deeply. “This is what Master wanted, right?” Kyle nodded and hooked his arm around Ryka’s neck to pull him back. That he’d removed his tongue from Kyle’s mouth to ask … damn near unforgivable. “Sorry, sorry,” Ryka mumbled, his lips against Kyle’s.
Better than the apology was the kiss that followed. This was what Kyle looked forward to the most. He knew Ryka enjoyed it as well, but he also knew that true to his nature, Ryka was impatient. So when Ryka pulled away, Kyle drew him back with the chain. An unforeseen benefit. It worked, but not indefinitely, because Ryka was still trying to push himself away. Not meaning to, Kyle pulled harder, but let go when Ryka sat up. “Sorry,” Kyle breathed.
“Nothing to be sorry for. But it’s your turn. Can I blindfold you? And tie your hands?” Eyes squeezed closed, Kyle nodded. No one had ever played with him like that before, and he realized he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else. “A gag?” He nodded again, confident that Ryka would know exactly when things were too much for him, with no need for signals. Though of course Ryka would have been quick to respond to those as well.
Seeming to read his thoughts – which may have been the case – Ryka told him, “Let me know if you want to stop.”
Somehow, he didn’t think he’d want to. “You’ll know even if I can’t say it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Okay, then.” Consent given, he still jumped a little when Ryka grabbed his wrists. With his eyes shut, he didn’t have to deal with the dizzying prospect of watching items manifest out of thin air, so he could only guess what Ryka was going to use.
“No chains for you,” Ryka said, and Kyle felt silky fabric binding his wrists together in front of him. “And for purely selfish reasons, I want you to still be able to use your hands. Though if you want to touch yourself, I’m fine with that, too.”
“But touch you first?”
“You got it, stud.” Now he could feel fabric being slid behind his head, and Kyle lifted it from the bed to make Ryka’s job easier. It felt soft and smooth like the bonds on his wrists. Once it seemed secure, he rested his head back and opened his eyes. And saw only darkness. “Well?”
“Now what?”
Last on was the ball gag. With a low chuckle, Ryka told him “Now I torture you.”
If what followed was Ryka’s brand of torture, Kyle thought his eternity in Hell couldn’t arrive fast enough. He was glad no one could hear him here, because he was unable to stop himself moaning as Ryka tasted him, kissing and biting him from head to toe. He was very glad Ryka had been kind enough not to tie his hands behind him so he could still touch himself, which he found himself doing almost immediately.
Kyle tried to call out the demon’s name around the gag, but only succeeded in drooling. Pleased at Kyle’s attempts to beg for mercy, Ryka continued his ministrations. Kyle shuddered, feeling that forked tongue on the arch of his right foot, and continued to sigh as Ryka worked his way back toward his crotch, licking down his calf and thigh. With a snort, Ryka pulled Kyle’s hands away from his cock and replaced them with his mouth.
Gnawing on the gag, Kyle bucked his hips and grabbed handfuls of Ryka’s hair. The growl this elicited only added to the sensation of having his cock tight in Ryka’s throat. He was on the verge of climax when Ryka pulled off. Kyle whimpered.
“Not yet.” Kyle wanted to somehow argue, reaching up to try to find Ryka. But the demon evaded his touch. “You want that thing out of your mouth, hmm?” Kyle nodded. “Fine. But I still don’t want you talking.” Kyle quickly realized Ryka’s intent, feeling the head of Ryka’s cock as he used it to trace a path from Kyle’s groin up to his chin. For one brief moment when the ball gag was removed, Kyle had the chance to take a deep breath and stretch his jaw.
And then he was appreciating still having use of his hands. Keeping them wrapped tightly around the base of Ryka’s shaft stopped him from plunging it all the way down Kyle’s throat. Pinned as he was, he couldn’t move his head. But that was probably the point, he thought, as Ryka began gently fucking his mouth.
When it became apparent Ryka wasn’t going to choke him by accident, Kyle let his hands wander back to his own dick. He was so wound up in his own rapidly impending orgasm he almost failed to notice the sudden explosion of sweet precum in his mouth. All he could manage was a worried grunt, but Ryka understood.
“I’ll pull it out in a minute, don’t worry,” Ryka assured him, his words nearly lost behind a growl. To Kyle’s immense relief, Ryka did as promised. Kyle tried to reach his hands back up to help finish Ryka off, but wasn’t fast enough. With a muted roar, Ryka shot, and Kyle felt cum splatter on his chest. “I suppose you want to cum, too, huh?”
Kyle nodded eagerly and felt Ryka’s lips on him, working their way back down to his cock. Ryka swallowed him again, letting Kyle rock his hips and work himself to completion. Fingers tangled in Ryka’s hair, Kyle came. Panting, he pulled his hands away and rested them on his chest. They were untied moments later, and he slipped off the blindfold.
“Not so bad, right?” Ryka teased with a toothy grin. He took the blindfold, first using it to clean Kyle’s chest before tossing it onto the floor.
“Not bad at all. I’d do that again.”
Beaming, Ryka leaned forward for a kiss. And maybe a little more. He sprawled out on top of Kyle, pinning his wrists overhead. And Kyle opened everything to him; his mouth for deeper kisses, his legs so Ryka could tease him with his cock. “Want to keep going?”
“Do you even have to ask?” Wasn’t he being obvious enough?
“Then how about a change of scenery?”
Kyle didn’t get a chance to reply before the room started to blur. Ryka hoisted him to sitting and put a hand over his eyes. When he took it away, Kyle found they were seated on the floor of his classroom. It took his body a moment to register linoleum in place of the mattress, and when it did, he sprang to his feet. “Whoa.”
“Pretty good, right?”
“Yes. But … here?” Dream or not, being naked in his classroom felt wrong.
“Yes, here. Come on, it’ll be fun. Do this for me and I’ll give you what you want afterward.”
“Oh? And what do you think that is?” Kyle asked, reaching for the choke chain. He realized Ryka must have had it turned around until recently – he didn’t recall feeling the metal on him at all during their fun.
“For me to carry you back to bed and fuck you slowly. To bite you here-” the tip of Ryka’s tail brushed along Kyle’s jawline and down to his throat, “-and here,” before wending its way to the insides of his thighs.
Whatever expression Kyle showed, it certainly pleased Ryka, whose lips curled back in a smug smirk. Kyle jerked the chain, which only made the demon’s grin bigger. “What did you have in mind for now?”
“I want to be the teacher’s pet; I’m still wearing a leash, after all.” Though he snatched it back from Kyle as he spoke.
Rolling his eyes, Kyle got up and sat in his chair. “Let me think for a minute.” Ryka perched himself on one of the desks in the front row. His gaze was oppressive, and Kyle turned to look at the chalkboard, trying to buy himself a few more seconds before Ryka gave up waiting. Suddenly, a plethora of wildly inappropriate mental images Ryka showed him while in this very room popped into his head.
“Okay, Ryka. Pop quiz. Right before school ended, I was playing a movie for the class, which you thought was too boring for the both of us. So you showed me something else instead. What was it?”
Lust burning in his eyes, Ryka hopped off the desk and moved to kneel down in front of Kyle. “Me, giving you a blow job right here. You almost got hard.”
“I am now. So go on.”
Ryka didn’t need to be asked twice. For all that Kyle insisted he preferred those moments of tender affection, there really was nothing quite like the feeling of his cock sliding down Ryka’s throat, tight heat and tongue bringing him to the brink all too quickly. Head tipped back, Kyle clenched fists around Ryka’s horns as he released.
Ryka peered up, met Kyle’s gaze, and swallowed. “Is there extra credit?”
“Clear off my desk.” Being able to send everything on Kyle’s desk crashing to the floor seemed to delight Ryka almost as much as fooling around. Kyle sighed, but laughed all the same. “Now get up here.” Ryka promptly seated himself on the desk. “Make yourself cum.”
As Kyle had expected he would, Ryka immediately started to jerk himself off. “Hold on, dear. Not like that. No touching there.” Ryka quirked an eyebrow, but certainly looked up for the challenge.
“Any other rules, teacher?”
“No. Just keep your hands - and everything else - off your dick. Got it?”
“Yes, teacher. And how about a better view?” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Ryka pivoted to face Kyle, feet propped on the chair back, one to either side of Kyle’s head. His eyes never leaving Kyle’s, Ryka entwined some of the chain with his tail, spread his ass, and thrust it in.
Kyle’s semen from earlier and more of Ryka’s natural lube were dribbling to the floor every time Ryka worked his tail partway out. And to Kyle, it looked like he was pushing back in deeper each time. Unable to stop himself, Kyle reached under his desk and started doing just what he’d told Ryka not to.
All at once, a considerable length of the chain disappeared, and Kyle realized Ryka must have coiled his tail, adding girth. “Yeah, right there.” Prohibited from touching his cock, Ryka was doing everything else to bring himself to completion: rolling his hips, pinching his nipples. “That’s it. Fuck, yeah.” It was all working – his wings were quivering, moans intensifying into snarls. Kyle realized he wasn’t going to make it much longer either. Biting his lip, he started stroking himself harder.
From where he sat, Kyle could see Ryka practically wincing as he strained to orgasm. Now he was working his tail in and out much faster, every thrust tightening the collar around his throat. But that wasn’t enough. With both hands, he grabbed the chain and pulled. “So good, Master. Fuck me harder,” he wheezed. With one more growl, Ryka arched his back, letting his wings open. They were trembling enough to shake the desk as Ryka finally came.
Panting, he let his head flop back over the edge. The chain slipped out with his tail and coiled on the floor at Kyle’s feet. “Do I pass?” When Kyle didn’t immediately answer, Ryka propped himself up, and Kyle realized he’d been caught. “Whatcha doing under there, teacher?”
“Please shut up. I’m almost there.”
“Want a hand?” Kyle had thought he was on the brink, but now under Ryka’s scrutiny, he wasn’t so sure. He just wanted to cum, and quickly. “How about we do it together?” Ryka offered, sitting up fully. Which gave Kyle a perfect view when Ryka started stroking himself. Not meaning to, he fell in sync. He was just getting close again, when Ryka kicked his chair back. “Hey, let me see.”
“Ryka …” This through clenched teeth, but Ryka wasn’t in the slightest perturbed by Kyle’s annoyance.
“Sorry, but I need something to watch, too.”
Kyle shook his head and returned to the task at hand. Well, in hand. He had been watching Ryka, but leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “That was really nice, Ry. A minute ago.”
“You like that?”
“Mm.”
“Gonna save that one for when I’m asleep after this?” Kyle nodded. It really had been quite the sight. But so was what was happening in front of him, as Ryka reminded him. “Stud, I’m almost there. Look at me.”
Cracking his eyes open, Kyle straightened in his seat. Now Ryka was the one lost in his own bliss. His tail was gone, and one hand was yanking on the choke chain. His wings were shaking feebly, and the low growl that had been behind his words was starting to get louder. Yes, Kyle definitely would be using this one later. Two more strokes, and he finally came. Ryka followed suit a moment later.
“Okay, you pass,” Kyle breathed. “Now please take that thing off.” Ryka leaned forward so Kyle could do the honors, slipping the collar off over his head. Angry red marks and purpling bruises ringed his neck, and Kyle winced seeing them. “You really like this, huh?” he inquired, holding up the chain before dropping it to the floor next to his desk.
“I do.”
“Wait, is this why you keep looking at the closet when you’re jerking off? For my belts?” Ryka didn’t answer, but looked around the room like it was first time seeing it. “That’s a hard ‘no.’ Please. Because I know you’ll break them.” Ryka pouted, and Kyle gave in. “Fine. There are some ugly old ties in the dresser. You can use those.”
“Thank you, stud. But here, I’d love for you to do that again. I mean, you always like it when I get to cum a lot, right? That works for me.”
“Then it’s fine once in a while. I mean, the red is already fading.” Kyle put his hand on the side of Ryka’s neck, and Ryka leaned into his hand, purring loudly.
“Maybe next time you can use your fist, too. I mean, really just ram it in there.”
“Ry! Let’s, uh, talk about that another time, okay?”
The devious smile Ryka now wore guaranteed that the discussion was far from over, but he certainly seemed fine with dropping it for the time being. Confident he’d eventually get his way, Ryka hopped off the desk and held out a hand for Kyle. “Shall we head back to bed?”
Kyle placed his hand in Ryka’s, and was easily hauled out of his chair. He gasped in surprise when Ryka continued by literally sweeping him off his feet and carrying him princess-style toward the nearest door. “I can walk, you know.”
“I said I’d carry you.”
The door, which should have led into the neighboring classroom, instead opened back into Kyle’s bedroom. All signs of Ryka’s earlier bondage were gone, and the bed was even made again. With great care, Ryka lay Kyle down, making himself comfortable as well. “Kissing, neck biting, and slow fucking, right?”
“It would be a little more romantic if you didn’t call it-”
Ryka knew how to stop that conversation. Long, passionate kisses with lots of tongue. And just like that, Kyle couldn’t even remember what they’d been talking about. And when Ryka started kissing his neck, he realized he’d probably forgotten how to speak altogether. He tried to say something, and found Ryka’s fingers in his mouth. While he sucked on those, Ryka sank his teeth into the tender dip just above Kyle’s collarbone.
There was a faint smell of blood, and Kyle jumped a little feeling something hot running down to his shoulder, but that fear vanished when Ryka breathed “Kyle” into his ear. With a shudder, Kyle resumed weaving his tongue through Ryka’s fingers. “You really do taste amazing,” Ryka purred, lapping up the blood.
“You’re so strange. Don’t bite too hard.”
“Mm.” His lips moved lower still, nibbling his way down Kyle’s pecs and ribs. Ryka pulled his hand away, and the fingers Kyle had been sucking now teased him. He opened his legs, and Ryka accepted the invitation, circling Kyle’s rim before sliding one in. Kyle responded with a rather embarrassing moan, but it only encouraged Ryka, who followed with a second finger in. He always knew just how to move them, just where to press to make Kyle beg for more. “Don’t stop,” Kyle pleaded, clutching handfuls of bedsheet while his back arched off the mattress.
“There?” Even with his eyes closed, Kyle could easily visualize the demon’s smug grin. But he certainly had the right to be proud of his technique, which was sending electricity from Kyle’s scalp to his toes.
“Bite me again,” he gasped.
“Yes, Master.” He flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot inside Kyle’s thigh before biting. Harder this time, and Kyle cried out as Ryka began sucking at the freely flowing blood. There’d be a fading bruise there in the morning, and Ryka contemplated leaving a twin on Kyle’s other thigh.
But Kyle asked for a third finger, and that took precedence. Almost ready, then, he knew, probing for Kyle’s prostate. “That feels incredible. But I’m ready now.”
Just the words Ryka had wanted to hear. Positioned between Kyle’s eagerly spreading legs, he assisted his host’s efforts, tail around one thigh, hand behind the other knee to give himself more room. They sighed together as Ryka plunged in. There wasn’t much heat Ryka could feel, except for this - Kyle was melting around him.
“Ah, stud, you feel incredible.” He groaned and leaned harder into Kyle. There was hardly a need to move; Kyle clenched in shuddering waves, insides twitching. But Ryka wanted more. He hissed through gritted teeth as he pulled out almost completely. Only at a whimper from Kyle did he push back in. He kept the tempo maddeningly slow, letting Kyle feel every inch. Letting him feel every inch Kyle had opened to him. “Incredible” had been an understatement, he thought, Kyle’s hole puckering, trying to stop him from pulling out.
“Faster, please. You’re teasing me.” Kyle’s clasped hands worked his own dick, and Ryka matched his pace.
Their breathing was getting ragged and Kyle was tightening around him. They were both close, Ryka knew. Low growls rumbled out of his throat, and his wings were shaking behind him. Two more hard, fast thrusts and Kyle spilled, cum splashing across his stomach. Ryka committed the sight - and that of Kyle’s face while he came - to memory. He went a few more, trying to bring himself closer, then pulled out and rested his hands on Kyle’s knees.
“You’re close?” Kyle asked, sitting up and taking Ryka’s cock in his hands. Ryka could only nod and manage one word: “Rough.” Smiling, Kyle obliged him, and only a few moments later, Ryka came, wings fanning. He whined when Kyle tried to move his hands away. “A little more, then?” Nodding again, Ryka leaned his head back and closed his eyes, to be met with the image of Kyle’s face lost in pleasure. Just as his host did, he bit his lower lip when he finished.
Feeling quite satisfied, he sank down onto his heels. “How about you, stud? What else do you want?”
“Just to relax with you. That was amazing. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit up; everything tingles.”
“Good.” He curled himself around Kyle, nuzzling into the back of his neck. One wing stretched out behind him, the other settled over them both. Kyle leaned back against him, pressing his back into Ryka’s chest, enjoying the comforting heat of the demon’s body.
“Perfect,” Kyle mumbled. If they spent the rest of the night just like this, he’d be more than satisfied. And he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“I’m so happy.”
“That’s my line, Ryka.”