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Nikola’s P.O.V

I stare at Hagen as he talks animatedly with my dad. They’d already had their promised tour of the Arthenaum, so I didn’t know what else there was to say about the library when neither of them had magic, but they were defying the odds.

Whatever the topic was, I didn’t care to know it. In fact, I didn’t care to know a thing beyond my mate. My stubborn, infuriatingly perfect mate who was on a quest to drive me insane.

Hagen had surprised me today, but only in the very best way.

I thought I was getting things right between Hagen and me, listening to his requests and taking things step by step- which had yielded its own positive results, but now, a new piece of my mate had revealed itself that defied all of that.

Hagen wanted to be pushed.

I always knew that, to some extent– that Hagen would resist what was best for him just because he could– because he didn’t like to be told what to do. When I was younger, I thought if I knew what he needed, then his complaints didn’t matter, but that had been my mistake.

Hagen needed to allow it first, to grant permission before I was free to take him.

He had today, in his own way, and now, I could only think of all the wonderful things I would do to him once we were alone.

There were, however, certain constraints. I understood I could not push him too far– if we were intimate too quickly, then what happened in the kitchen would happen again. But there was much room to probe the fine line between what were Hagen’s limits and what he thought they were.

I wanted to master them immediately– his limits, but even as hours passed, every time I asked Hagen to leave, his eyes got this delighted gleam as he said ‘no’.

My hands itched to grab him and take him anyway, but this was part of the game, I suppose. I could only have him when he said I could, and until then, I had to wait.

It made me ache all over with both annoyance and rampant desire. I hated to be made to wait, but this time, it was exciting in its own way– to not be able to do a thing other than watch, and wait, and imagine.

And by the plains, I was imagining it all.

My mind was overrun with images of him splayed across his bed, his lips swollen and wet with the evidence of my claim. Of him, squeezed between me and the corner of his couch, making the very best sounds while he clung to me as if I were all he needed.

Swallowing, I take a deep breath and then another to cool the pool of lust that was steadily growing. Hagen’s resistance, in its own way, was like an aphrodisiac, but with the addition of his body covered in my scent and clothing, he was the very image of temptation to me right now.

As if sensing my eyes on him, Hagen looks across to where Ma and I lounged amongst a pile of pillows and blankets, and his gaze settles on me with no trouble. He tenses, but then he relaxes almost immediately. Shifting, he blinks twice, those pretty eyes holding me captive until I belatedly catch the smirk that spreads across his face as he shakes his head.

No.

I feel my jaw lock so tight, I swear I might break bone. Our bond burns like an open flame, sparking as if it were about to combust, and it takes restraining myself with my own magic to keep me down. Hagen sees it, he must’ve, because his grin widens before he turns his back on me and returns his attention to his conversation.

When I had him, I was going to drag him into madness with me.

“Everything okay?”

Blinking away from my impish mate, I look to my Ma, who eyes me with strange concern.

“Yes. All is well,” I reply with intended calm, but the words come out stilted. “Why?”

“Well, you’re looking at Hagen like you want to kill him,” she deadpans, making me frown. I didn’t want to kill him, but I did often have a strange urge to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze. “Okay, maybe not kill-kill, but… are you okay?”

I nod, “I’m fine.”

I was very much not fine, but I was not going to tell my mother the reason behind such a thing. I, in fact, intended to end the conversation right there so we could return to the mutually adored silence between us, but she doesn’t look away.

“I know you worry about me, but I am adjusting well on my own. Hagen takes care of me.”

Right now, he may be dangerously toying with my ability to restrain myself, but on a general occurrence, he did take care of me.

“He makes an honest effort to adjust to my habits, or as you called them, ‘my routines’. He keeps the apartment clean and doesn’t mock me for the way I arranged my items and some of his.” I pause, thinking for a moment. “Whenever we went outside of the apartment, it’s like he goes on alert to make sure that I’m okay. Which is very strange because I have barriers all over him, and yet he’s the one who always tries to make sure I am comfortable.”

I find myself struggling to breathe as I look at Hagen. In so many ways, he was brilliant and simple, and yet complex, he was pure even with his lived experiences, but altogether he was perfect.

“Have you told him?” she asks, reminding me of where I am. I blink past my rose-filtered haze to look her way.

“No,” I admit, looking ahead so I wouldn’t have to see her disappointed face. I hated her disappointed face. “But I am considering doing it.”

“Really?” she perks up, and I nod.

“I was not planning to, not so soon, but–” I look at my mate, at his big smile, and my heart does concerning things within my chest. “At times, he treats me as if he already knows.”

“I noticed,” Ma replies, making my eyes widen as I return them to her. She smiles a little, “This morning, when you were taking the bowls to the kitchen, he made sure to take the ones that were still wet or had some food left in them. He didn’t want you to have to touch them.”

I hadn’t noticed that, but the thought makes my world glow so much brighter.

“He cares about you,” she says, and I can’t help but hope it’s true. “Nikola,” I look at her, “he cares.”

It wasn’t a question or just wishful thinking to her; for her, it was the truth. I nod, hoping she’s right and stretch my hand out. With a laugh, she settles her palm in mine and smiles as I start tracing the lines of her palm.

“Nikola!” Hagen shouts suddenly, running towards me as if the world is on fire.

It very much wasn’t, so I don’t allow myself to panic as he skids to a stop in front of me.

“Knots!” he exclaims, his brown eyes wide and horrified. “We left Knots.”

I blink up at him, trying to ascertain the best way to tell him that my dark magic python was fine being left alone for a few hours without squashing the adorable concern in his eyes.

When I realise that it’s an impossible task, I tug on the conduit link between me and Knots, and in a puff of overly theatric smoke of his own doing, Knots appears between us. Confused by his sudden summoning, Knots looks around, searching for the cause, before he allows himself to slither over to me. He brushes against my leg, dutifully checking on me before he makes a dive for Ma.

“Okay, yeah,” she groans as she pushes him away. “I’ve missed you too, now cool it.”

Knots gets a nuzzle in before he backs off, heading to Hagen with far more prudence. Hagen tenses as he draws closer, but he leans over to give Knots a gentle pat before jumping back two steps.

Hagen didn’t know it, but he’d just made Knots’ entire year.

“It’s been a while since you were last here,” I say to Knots whose dark eyes sparkle with interest. “Go on. I’m sure there’s much for you to feed on.”

As if he were chasing prey, Knots shoots off, disappearing down one of the ever-changing aisles of the library.

“The python growing on you too?” Dad asks as he joins us.

Hagen shrugs, ears pinkening a shade, “A little. He’s kind of cute, in a snake way?”

“I don’t know how a python can be ‘cute’, but sure,” Dad replies with a shudder. Dad liked Knots, liked how he helped me and how loyal he was, but he wasn’t partial to snakes, so there was a limit to how friendly he would be with him.

“Can I leave him here for the night?” I ask, looking at Ma, who waves her free hand in confirmation.

“Why?” Hagen asks, frowning deeply as if he was going to make a case right now on Knots’ behalf.

“The Athenaeum will have lots of festering dark magic for him to gorge on,” I say plainly before I let a sliver of my magic escape me to trace up his spine. Hagen stiffens, eyes widening, and I have to bite back my smile, “And I’m sure he’ll have more fun here tonight than if he were with us.”

The pink in Hagen’s ears travels to his cheeks as he stammers out some silly response for my parents. I don’t listen to it or their subsequent response, far too focused on tracing a path up and down my mate’s spine to think of anything else.

Neo growls his pleasure as my magic transfers the sensations over to me, as if the touch was from my very own fingertips. I could feel the way he shivered, the way goosebumps erupted all over his body and it was delicious, but I didn’t want what was fun between us now to turn into something sour, which could happen too easily. So I take mercy on him and retract my magic, and delight instead in the way his shoulders slump with obvious relief.

“You alright, Hagen?” Dad asks as he settles a hand on his shoulder and peers carefully at him.

I frown at him. So my father knew how to refrain from assaulting someone with his hands and simply chose not to? Noted.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hagen replies with a chuckle. “Sorry.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, standing so I can check for myself. Never mind the fact that I was the cause. I peer at him with carefully fabricated concern, “It has been a long day.”

Hagen glares at me for the split second it takes for him to school his features into something calm, “Yeah, but I’m all good.”

I step closer and press a hand to his temple as if to check his temperature. But in the little space where my parents can’t see the way we look at one another, I let slip the barely caged lust he’d coaxed within me, so he could see how he’d pushed me from desperation to mania.

Hagen swallows, his gaze growing wonderfully distant in that way it did whenever I scented him. We take a breath in together, and it’s terribly a shaky thing, a physical emblem of the state of our bond. Hagen sways a little in my direction, and I’m quick to hold him steady.

“I should take him back,” I say to my parents, though my gaze never leaves Hagen. “We’ve been out all day, and I’m getting tired too.”

Hagen’s pulse jumps, but he doesn’t protest or pull away. I don’t let him with the way my fingers dig into his waist as I pull him close, not daring to let go. I wait for the ‘no’, for the dismissal that might well and truly break me.

“Yeah,” he says to me, a silent agreement that is the beginning of my undoing. He blinks rapidly and looks towards my parents, “Yeah. I-I’m pretty sure we’ve overstayed our welcome, anyway.”

“Nonsen–”

“You have,” Ma confirms before Dad can finish.

Dad rubs at his cropped beard as he stares at Ma, “Really, Kat?”

“What? They’ve been here all day,” Ma replies unapologetically. “I’ve missed my afternoon nap for these two. I’ve done enough.”

Sighing, Dad shakes his head before he looks at us, “You have not. You’re always welcome here– don’t listen to that witch.”

“Thanks,” Hagen replies, chuckling. “But we’ll give you guys a warning next time, and we won’t hover.”

“I can do with that,” Ma confirms before she waves her hand. “It was nice having you. I expect a call soon, Nikola. Now, shoo.”

“I’ll set a Google Alert,” I promise as I part from Hagen to give Ma a hug and a kiss on her cheek that she loves. When I straighten, I let Dad pull me into a too-tight hug, “I will visit sooner.”

“You do that,” he agrees, trying to part from our hug, but I hold on a little longer.

I knew that they didn’t need the affection, but I did. I did miss them terribly, and living with Hagen did not change that.

When we part, Dad smiles wistfully at me before he falls into the space beside Ma, pulling her to him with no room for objection. “We’ll see you soon.”

I nod, returning to my own mate, who refuses to hold my gaze for longer than a second. By the time I settle my hand at his back, my blood is pulsating, and my magic has already wrapped itself all around his being.

Once I’m sure he’s secure, I take us from the centre of the Athenauem to his open living room where I’d already imagined pulling him onto the couch where he’d fall apart beneath me, but that doesn’t happen.

Pulling my hand from him, I step back, giving Hagen the type of space that makes me feel sick.

Nikola—Neo tries to warn, but I don’t listen.

I didn’t need him to tell me how risky this was. I knew it was, but I wasn’t quite done with our game yet.

Hagen had made me suffer for his pleasure; it was only fair I do the same now.

Three minutes pass before Hagen looks at me, really looks at me, and suddenly it’s obvious why he didn’t want to. Those pretty brown eyes are already dilated under his heavy eyelids. He looked wrecked. Pure want takes me by storm, demanding I take him to bed or have him right here on the floor, but I push them aside.

I waited all day. I could wait a little longer, at least until he broke first.

“It’s been a long day,” I say with none of the repose I possessed. “I think I’ll head to bed early.”

Hagen’s eyes grow wide with alarm as he blinks at me, clearly confused, “W-What?”

Blinking away the needy haze that made my mouth water, Hagen stares at me as if he didn’t know where he was.

I swallow, breathing low, “I’m going to bed early, but don’t let that keep you. If you want to watch something, I’ll put a sound barrier up.”

“You don’t….” Hagen stops, looking down as if to catch his breath. “I thought….”

I don’t help him. No matter how desperately I want to, I don’t say a word as he shifts in his place, a bundle of unanswered desires.

“What is it?” I ask, trying my best to remain neutral.

I must not do a good job at it because when Hagen looks at me next, it’s with a knowing glare, “Oh,fuckyou.”

I shouldn’t smile, but my lips move on their own.

“I’m going to take a shower, Hagen, and then I’m going to bed,” I reply, moving past him to head into the bathroom.

Hagen follows behind me, “Are you serious right now?”

I glance over my shoulder, “Should I not be?”

Hagen bristles, his anger steaming up in his face in the most adorable manner that makes me want to take a picture and frame it right now. Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed and start undoing my laces. I spot Hagen’s dirty converses as they pace in front of me, stopping only to tap as Hagen huffs and puffs above me.

“You—” he groans. “So, what? That’s it?”

“What’s it?” I ask, peering up at him with the smile I can’t seem to banish. “I believe you need to say exactly what is the problem here. Otherwise, we could be talking about any number of things.”

As I toe off each of my shoes and sit up, Hagen stops in front of me, arms folded across his chest, “You are such a little shit.”

“I just think if you can’t say it, Hagen, then perhaps we shouldn’t be doing anything,” I state, mostly teasing, but I was serious as well.

I knew Hagen had his issues about being with me beyond my nature– there was my sex that bothered him, but if he was adjusting, then he couldn’t hide from the fact that he wanted to be intimate with a man– me.

Hagen falters, his anger slumping enough for him to understand what I was saying. For a moment, I think he might refuse, but once again, Hagen Heil-Calderon surprises me.

“You don’t want to kiss me anymore,” he says, lifting his chin high as he stares me down with determination. “We’re here, alone, like you wanted, and now, you don’t want it.”

I stare at Hagen, wishing for a moment to still time only so I can live in this moment forever. But there seemed to be so much better things on the horizon, so hiding in time was losing its appeal.

Settling my hands behind me, I lean back as I let my gaze trail up my mate’s most enticing body, “I want to kiss you, Hagen. I want to kiss you more than I want to breathe right now,” my gaze stalls at his throat as it bobs, “but you’ve made me desperate, just like you wanted, and now, I want the same for you.”

Hagen’s eyes widen, “I—”

“I want you to ask for it,” I state clearly, so there were no misconceptions here. “I want to hear you say ‘please’.”

Anger returns to Hagen with a vengeance, flooding him quickly, but it’s not true rage. It’s whatever this line between frustration and annoyance we were dallying with is, and it makes his eye twitch.

“No,” he states firmly.

“It’s one word,” I remind him while my fingers dig into the bed we should’ve been tangled atop by now.

“Then you should be fine without it,” Hagen counters, even as the scent of his arousal invades my every sense.

My stubborn mate. Goddess, I loved him.

“I should,” I agree, “but I’m not. I want to hear it, Hagen.”

“And I want a chocolate smoothie almost every day, but…” he shrugs helplessly, his expression deceptively apologetic.

I’m on my feet before I comprehend it, towering over him and only just managing not to put my hands on him, “I’ll give you all the chocolate smoothies you can ever want if you say it.”

Hagen breathes me in, groaning low, “You’d give me that anyway.”

It’s my turn to contend with the anger that sears between us, and it takes the smile from my lips and delivers straight to Hagen’s, whose eyes sparkle with victory.

“Your choice, Nikola,” he breathes with a step back that makes my chest tighten. “I want it— I want you,” he whispers even as he blushes fiercely. “You’re the one making this difficult.”

Nikola, I swear to God, I’m going to skin you myself if you waste this opportunity— Neo all but growls at me as he tries to take control, but there wasn’t a chance in all the hells I was letting that happen.

Hagen was playing this well, but I had over eighteen years of experience waiting for him. He would break first.

“I suppose I am,” I reply as I tuck my fingers under the hem of my shirt before pulling it free.

When the fabric pulls over my eyes and I look at Hagen next, his eyes are fixated on my chest. Chuckling, I pull the knot of my sweats free, and when I hook my fingers in both my underwear and sweats, he hastily turns around with a horrified shout.

“I told you, Hagen. I’m going to take a shower,” I remind him while I work the last of my clothes off while he squirms aimlessly in his spot. When I’m naked, I pick the clothes up before I bring myself just an inch from being pressed against his back. Leaning in close, I press a kiss to the skin just above his ear before I whisper, “We can do this for however long it takes; it’s fun. Don’t you think?”

“Fuck,” he takes a deep breath, “off.”

I hum, giving him another parting kiss before I head into the bathroom. Despite the way I should’ve been scratching at the walls like Neo dramatically was, I find myself smiling under the spray of the warm water.

Perhaps I hadn’t discovered something about only Hagen today, but rather myself as well.

I take my time in the shower, ignoring the pressing matter between my legs in favour of determining the best way I could ensure Hagen cracked tonight. Despite my words, I wasn’t entirely sure I could make it through the night, and I wasn’t one to depend on possibilities.

But Hagen’s strongest suit was his determination. He might outlast me out of sheer will, and I wasn’t sure how I’d contend on that playing field. So I had to find what would push him over the edge and attack that weakness until it did.

Luckily for me, I had an idea of where that weakness may lie.

By the time I emerge from the bathroom, I have a plan to work from, but it slips through my fingers like air itself when I find my side of the bed unmade with Hagen sitting on top of it.

Dear Goddess, help me.

Hagen grins, showing me all his teeth as he looks around, “You were in there a while. Seemed like you were hiding.”

My fingers twitch, the feeling alarmingly similar to spazzing, but I can’t find a way to stop it as I try to focus on deep breaths.

Hagen looks down at the bed as if just noticing the state of it, “Oh, shit. I should make it back up. Sorry, I just laid down for a minute… Your scent was starting to fade, and I figured if I couldn’t get the source….”

“You—” I find myself speechless, ears ringing as I fight against every instinct to stay in my place.

“I?” Hagen repeats with a wicked smile. “I am what?” When I say nothing, he kicks his feet out over the edge, “Ready to give up?”

I’d sooner die.

“I just might,” I admit as I force my gaze away from the rumpled sheets, “if you continue resorting to the actions of a pup in the midst of a tantrum.”

Hagen’s legs freeze where they are as he frowns deeply, “I am not.”

I narrow my eyes, studying the way his heart pounds within his chest, his arousal spiked.

“I think you are,” I reply, carefully looking for the trigger. “You’re like a pup.” And there it is, again. The spike of arousal that steeps Hagen’s already matted sense.

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, tone like venom.

I feel my lips twitch, “You don’t like pup, Hagen?”

The glare Hagen fixes on me is a deadly one. “No,” he growls so low it makes the hairs on my neck stand, but it also makes my already aching cock leak for more.

“Well, that’s a shame,” I reply, turning towards my designated drawer so he can’t see the smile spreading across my lips.

I make quick work of picking out my clothes for the night before I retreat to the bathroom to dress in them. I had no intention of flashing my mate, and besides, I had something new to consider.

Pup. He’d reacted to that, and well, it went quite nicely with the plan I’d conjured before Hagen had ambushed me with the terrifyingly wonderful sight of him atop my side of the bed.

I slot it into my plans as I reemerge from the bathroom, finding Hagen exactly where I’d left him, ruffled sheets and all.

“You said you’d make the bed again.”

Still frowning, Hagen glances down at the sheets before he fixes me with a look, “I don’t think I want to anymore.”

“You don’t,” I repeat as I make my way towards him, fresh clothes in hand. “I think you do, pup.”

Golden rays of light flash in Hagen’s eyes, replacing the brown, “I said don’t call me–”

“I think you want to,” I repeat as I stop before him and palm his cheek. “I think you want to be good.”

Something happens then, something that shushes Hagen’s rising anger as he looks up at me. Gold flashes within his eyes again, but this time, they’re made purely of the type of lust that makes Hagen melt in the same way he had the first time I’d kissed him.

That day, I hadn’t meant to verbalise the thoughts in my mind. To tell him how good he was, but I had, and Hagen had reacted in ways I could’ve never imagined. He’d offered more of himself to me, had made the most desperate sounds against my lips as if he wanted nothing more than to be good.

I’d been haunted by it ever since– haunted by how pleasantly he unfurled at even the suggestion. And here he was, melting once more even as he tried not to.

“No,” he whispers, but it’s so quiet it gets lost against my skin as he leans into my palm.

“Yes,” I reply, leaning close. “I think you want to be good, pup.”

Hagen moans, his eyes falling shut, and the sight makes my balls ache. I press a knee onto the mattress, drawing closer as I slip my fingers into his hair to tilt his head up. Like this, he’s like an offering, a beautiful pliant one I could devour at any moment, but—

“Say it,” I whisper, just a hair away from his lips. “Say it, Hagen.”

Hagen’s eyes pop open, and for a moment, I spot the give there, the delicious surrender, but he claims it before I can. “No.”

I laugh. I have to because the only other option is to cry, and I was not going to do that. So I laugh, even as it sounds crazy, even as it makes Hagen frown before he soon starts laughing too.

Still chuckling, I smooth my thumb over his cheekbone, studying the freckles hiding there. They’d be out in the summer, and I planned to kiss every single one when they were.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

My mate blushes and ducks his head, but he doesn’t pull away, “Once or twice.”

I press a kiss to his temple and sigh before I pull back, “You’ll break first.”

His gaze finds mine again, and it’s illuminated by pure stubbornness, “We’ll see.”

Still smiling, I leave him be as I head into the kitchen for something to eat. I have a smaller dinner and a glass of water while Hagen takes his turn in the shower. When I return to the bedroom to sleep, it’s a pleasant surprise to find the bed made.

For all his protesting, he still did it. The thought warms me as I take off the bedroom light and crawl into my side of the bed, where remnants of his scent remain. I force myself to ignore it as I pick up the grimoire I was currently studying. As I open to the page, the text glows enough for me to read it without disturbing the darkness within the bedroom, so Hagen had nothing to complain about if he decided to get straight into bed.

He does, but he doesn’t try to pretend to sleep. No, the wicked thing slips under the sheets and shuffles closer until he’s peering into my lap. “What’cha reading?”

“You don’t care,” I reply, in a strained groan.

“No, I don’t,” he admits as he looks up at me. “But I think you like me here.”

I did. Goddess knew I did, but there was only so much a man could take.

Instead of replying, I focus on my grimoire and the infinity spell it was describing. Hagen pouts slightly as he gives my thigh a poke, “Nik?”

I don’t reply. I only focus on my grimoire. Of course, I couldn’t ignore Hagen– I thought about him with every breath I took– but I could pretend I did enough to maintain what was left of my sanity.

Hagen stays where he is, looking into my grimoire even though he had no idea what I was reading, and I can tell it takes everything in him to remain quiet, but he’d never been the best with patience. Soon enough, he’s squirming, back to poking me and trying to get my attention until he finally gives up and shuffles over to his side of the bed.

The second his back is turned, my eyes are on him.

Surely, he’d break soon. He had to.

He had to because I probably had a handful of minutes left in me, and I would not entertain anything other than his surrender.

In the dwindling time I have left, I stare at Hagen, only returning my gaze to my grimoire whenever he risks a peek my way. He does it five times before he seems to attempt to find sleep, except every attempt at sleep ends with him grumbling and switching positions.

Almost there.

When I close my grimoire, Hagen stills, his entire body tensing beneath the covers as he waits. I let him wait while I return my grimoire to the void and slip down into the bed. With a purposefully audible yawn, I settle beneath the sheets and go completely still.

I usually found sleep rather easily. I only had to slow my breathing and keep my eyes shut, and soon enough, I’d be asleep. Tonight, I can only manage the measured breathing while I keep an open ear for my mate.

Seconds tick by, slower than anything I’d ever had to withstand, as neither of us moves. And in the quiet, my heart drops fearfully.

Perhaps Neo had been right. Perhaps I should’ve taken what had been freely given earlier instead of pulling us both into this game that was as maddening as it was exhilarating.

Maybe I’d been wro—

“Nik.”

I’m on him before he can even finish. Sliding my body over his, I tilt his head to mine and count every stuttered breath as I wait for it.

“Please.”

The blessed word turns into a moan as my lips slam against his in the dark with so much desperation that it hurts. Even with the pain, we both moan from pure relief and need. Pleasure rockets within my insides, shredding every concept I have of reality as Hagen digs his fingers into my hair and pulls me to him.

Our hands move all over each other, fingers clasping, nails biting as we desperately grasp at flesh and clothes as we tug at each other as if trying to fuse our bodies together.

Forcing him flat onto his back, I don’t dare part my lips from Hagen’s while I climb over him, sliding between his legs and shuddering at the perfect fit I find there. Hagen welcomes me with a whine, locking his legs at my back where he digs his heels in to drive me closer. I give him my full weight as I rear his head back to devour him.

Our kiss becomes a feral mess, where his canines scrape against mine, nicking flesh and sprouting jolts of pain that makes my body vibrate atop his. My hands find their way beneath his shirt where I grip him so hard I’m scared it might bruise, but Hagen moans and offers me his tongue.

Growling, I delve in, sucking his tongue between my lips and shuddering at the sweet taste of something sugary there. I greet his tongue with my own, pressing him harder into the bed as I bite his lip the way I’d been longing to all day.

I draw back only to allow him air, and when he sucks in a breath, I’m back on him, claiming the lips that belonged to me so he could never doubt it.

“Nik,” he whines, nails clawing at the skin of my neck, forcing a full-body shudder out of me.

My name on his tongue undoes me, and my magic moves before I can, running over the parts of his body my otherwise occupied hands couldn’t. It slides up his legs, groping at his thighs and forcing him tight against me until his cock grinds against mine.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Hagen screams, his hips rolling against mine. “Nik!”

Tugging his head back, I watch the way his eyes become heavy and unfocused. The way he moans, so loudly– Goddess, I loved how loud he was.

“I– nghh,” he groans, his heart slamming a frantic tune like mine. “W-Wait. Stop.”

“We’re not fucking stopping, Hagen,” I snap, making his eyes roll as he throws his head back in a perfect offering.

I delve in, licking first and then biting hard enough to bruise. I travel across his neck and shoulders, biting hard while my hips rock with his, providing just the right amount of friction to make him moan in my ears.

Hagen’s fingers slip into my hair once more, grasping so tightly the roots ache in a way that muddles the pleasure from him with pain, but I find that I love it. I pull away only to have him tighten his grip until my head’s craned back and his grip is so tight I swear he’ll tear the strands free.

It makes my mind hazy, the pleasure like nothing I’d ever known, and when we’re both staring at one another breathlessly, I know it’s the same for him.

“You taste like perfection,” I confess, holding his golden gaze.

Hagen mutters something under his breath before he’s pushing me back onto my knees and sitting up with me. My hands find his hips as our lips meet again, frantic and hungry and dirty in a way I should’ve loathed but adored instead.

We kiss like it’s the only thing we know how to do. Rarely parting to breathe, we pant and lose ourselves in one another, and I revel in every little sound I pull from Hagen’s lips.

When I need more than just his lips, I drive my hands up his shirt further, finding the hard nipples there with ease. Hagen stiffens but when I flick the nubs, he moans into my mouth.

“Oh God,” he breathes as I do it again, “oh fuckkk!”

I groan my pleasure as I smooth my thumbs over each nub before I squeeze them, twisting just a little to coax more of those beautiful sounds out of my mate.

“Agh! Nik!” He reaches up to assumingly pull my hands away, but all he does is wrap them around my wrists. He doesn’t even try to remove them. “Don’t–angh! I-I–”

“You–?” I mock, my smile growing against his lips as I tug at his nipples.

“Fuck you,” Hagen bites out, but he still leans forward to kiss me more. But then his thumb presses against my skin, rubbing against my scent glands, and I’m the one that falters.

Hagen takes advantage of it immediately, pushing me down onto the bed so I fall back onto the mattress where he climbs on top of me. It’s a beautiful sight and I can’t do a thing but stare up to witness it until he sinks down to reintroduce his lips to mine.

I groan, rolling him over so we’re on our sides. Hagen moans as I slip a hand beneath his thigh to pull it over mine. We move together, hips rocking, bodies colliding until my cock is thrusting against his thigh, and his against my stomach. Then he rolls us again, ending back on top where he plasters his hands beside my head and passes his tongue over every inch of mine as if to memorise the taste.

“Hagen,” I groan, as I smooth a hand down his back, loving the way it dips beneath it until my hand slides over his ass.

“Say…ugh, fuck!” he squeaks when I thrust up and squeeze his ass.

I press my lips to his ears, tonguing at the skin there before I give him what he wants, ”Hagen.”

“Dear Goddess,” he curses, rocking back against me. “I-I need to… we can’t–”

Hagen doesn’t get a chance to finish as I roll us again until he’s on his back and I’m between his legs. I pin his hands to the mattress with my magic, keeping them there as I sit up to appreciate the dishevelled mess I’d turned him into.

Hair tousled all over, face as flushed as his beating chest, Hagen lay splayed beneath me like a picked-apart gift. His lips were wet and swollen, and his eyes heavy and so full of lust, it was intoxicating.

Groaning, Hagen strains against my magic, his muscles bunching with his effort, but it’s useless. He knows it is, but he still fights even as he shudders from the pleasure of it.

“Nik,” he whines, sounding way too exquisitely helpless. “L-Let me go. I need to–” he doesn’t finish, skin flaming far too hot at even the thought.

“You need to cum,” I state plainly, my voice hoarse as I trail my fingers over his treasure trove again. “I’ll make you cum.”

Hagen’s eyes bulge and for the first time, worry seeps into his gaze as he starts thinking instead of just feeling. He starts to shake his head, but I quiet him with a kiss, one that I don’t let end until he moans prettily for me.

“I’m going to make you cum, Hagen. All you have to do is lay here and let me,” I whisper while I slip my hand further down to get a feel of him. His eyes fall shut and so do mine as I squeeze, feeling the weight of his thick cock for the first time.

My mouth pools with saliva as I rub and squeeze him, learning him. Goddess, I wanted to suck him until I couldn’t live without his cum.

“Do you want that, Hagen?” I ask in a groan as I open my eyes to look at him. “Hagen.”

Obedient as ever, Hagen’s eyes open, revealing the mess of gold and brown that lay there while his lungs struggle to take in air.

“You want me to make you cum, pup?”

“Nik,” he whimpers like a plea, all breathless and needy, and paired with his shining eyes, I’m weak.

My fingers slip under his waistband, and Hagen’s breath hitches, but his eyes don’t leave mine as I wrap my fingers around his length.

“Fuck,” I groan, holding his gaze as he starts gasping for air, his slick cock pulsing in my hand.

“Oh, Goddess,” he pants, his eyes wide and panicked with the way his cock leaks all over my fingers. “I-I–”

“You’re perfect,” I tell him before he can think of anything different. “You’re so perfect, Hagen.”

He shudders, his hips arching up while my magic keeps his arms plastered to the bed.

Hagen’s cock jerks in my hand, and he pinkens as our eyes remain locked, knowing I’d felt it. It’s a heady sensation to have his eyes on me, even without having to be told. To have his cock in my hand, hard and aching because of me.

“Nik!” he whines, shivering all over as though he was cold.

“I know,” I whisper as I begin stroking him.

I don’t bother dragging it out, this had gone on long enough– now all I wanted was his cum.

Hagen writhes on the bed, his fingers grasping aimlessly at the sheets while I stroke his cock with a tight grasp. I don’t go too fast– I wanted his orgasm to build up on him, to come in a slow wave that would feel like it was going on forever.

“Ah! Ugh! F-Fuck!” Hagen’s eyes drift down, growing heavy as they settle on where my hand was moving beneath his clothes.

He tries to look back at me when his cock jerks in response, but I shake my head.

“Look there,” I instruct, squeezing him a little as I lay myself down beside him so we could both see everything.

Hagen immediately closes his legs without me there to force them apart and I tsk, “I can’t make you cum like this, Hagen.”

He whines, his head shaking from side to side as he gasps for air. I draw close to him, kissing his cheeks and nose, his neck and ears, and everywhere else I can while my hand remains tight around his cock.

I toy with the idea of forcing his legs open with my magic, but I quite licked the idea of him spreading them for me himself.

“Come on, pup,” I whisper against his lips as I kiss him lazily. “Let me make you feel good.”

Hagen kisses me back thoughtlessly, his lips opening and letting my tongue in without protest, until slowly, I feel his shaking legs pull apart. When I look down, they’re spread open, allowing a view of the hand I had lodged under his underwear.

Growling, I start stroking him again, watching closely as I catch peaks of his cock before I redirect my attention to my handsome mate.

Hagen’s gaze is fixed below now, not daring to wander from where my hand was fisting his length. He bites his lips hard as his hips thrust up on their own accord and his eyes start to fill.

“It feels good?” I ask, and he nods quickly.

“F-Feels so good,” he stutters as I kiss his cheek. “So good, Nik.”

I swallow, keeping my pace the same as I breathe him in deep while his breaths grow shorter and his cock starts to harden more.

“Ugh! Nik! I-I–” he looked panicked then, as if he didn’t know what came next.

“You’re cumming for me,” I tell him, my fists twisting over his swollen head. “You’re cumming forme.”

Hagen cries out, his eyes crossing as his cock jerks in my palm. Wet heat shoots long and hard, in steady spurts one after the other that mostly soaks my hand and his underwear. Hagen sobs as his orgasm continues, racking through him and wringing out every ounce of pleasure he possibly had.

I slow my fists when he starts shaking, real tears slipping from his eyes. They should panic me, but they make my vision blur as I lick them from his cheek.

“Nik,” he slurs, his hips still moving in a stuttered rhythm.

“You did good,” I promise him, and his lips tug up. “You came so much for me.”

Hagen whines and I can’t help but kiss him again, knowing I’d never truly get enough of his lips. When I part us, he tries to pull me back, but I don’t let him. We weren’t done yet.

“Look at me, Hagen.”

Heavy eyes parting, Hagen blinks up and stares right at me. No hesitation or fear, simply bliss. I slip my hand from his underwear and into my own, taking my cock in hand as I smear his cum all over me.

Hagen’s eyes go wide when I start to stroke myself, and then his face heats, but he doesn’t look away.

I breathe him in deeply, dousing my mind in the scent of his arousal and his pleasure, knowing I’d been the cause of both.

“Is this too much?” I ask, knowing how fine this line was.

Hagen is perfectly still at first, but then he shakes his head and bites his lip. I groan, leaning in to pull it free with my teeth.

Cock pulsing in my hand, I kiss him desperately. Thrusting into my fist, I drive myself against him, ensuring he knew every inch of me.

“You look so handsome when you cum,” I tell him in a whisper. “The way you call my name–” my balls draw tight. “Say it again, Hagen.”

“Nik,” he whispers shakily. I groan, hips moving faster and his fingers tighten on my shoulders, “Nikola.” Toes curling, I bite his chin and he shudders, “Nikola. Nik. Nik. Nik”

I’m cumming before I know it’s happening, moaning against him as I rock into my fist. I try to catch it all, but my body grows too heavy, mind swamped with pleasure and some of my cum lands on Hagen. He moans instead of retracting, still whispering my name as my orgasm rushes through me and drains me.

When I sag against him, my mind is too empty to think about the mess we made.

All I can think about is the body beneath mine and the fingers tracing up and down my spine.

“Hagen,” I whisper against his chest.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Don’t run,” I tell him as I feel myself drifting towards sleep.

He’s quiet for a while, but then his arms wrap around me, “I won’t.”

Good. I think.Because I wasn’t going to let him even if he tried.

———————-

*falls onto bed and slowly turns to mush*

We waited so long, and it was so fucking worth it — in my opinion.

Thoughts?!?!??!?!

Thoughts on Brat Hagen? Thoughts on these two really just toying with each other until they fucking broke ughhh???

Thoughts on that end scene with thisnlgfk nsnfjklsd.fmaew’ I can’t fucking breathe

I want to hear everything so please do not hold back adn give me all your thoughtS!!!!

Until next time,
Byeeee Humansssssssss