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pressedinthepages · 3 years ago

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next fill for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

also big thanks to @major-trouble for beta-ing and @sometimesiwrite and @lookoutrogue for pointing me in the right direction and helping me along <3

(shhhhh @continentcakeshop i know its like the second one in as many days but its fineeeeeeee)

Prompt: Incubus/Succubus

Relationship: Eskel/Jaskier

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: modern au, bookshop au, Jaskier is an incubus, magical genitalia, intersex Jaskier, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), m/m penetrative sex

Summary: Eskel runs into Jaskier and helps him with his 'research,' leading them closer and closer together.

The little bell over the door tinkled and Eskel peeked up from where he was emptying his stock cart. He couldn’t see who walked in, only the faintest glimpse of a lavender shirt disappearing around a corner, down into an aisle. Eskel shelved the last few novels before returning to the counter, sneaking his book out from its hiding spot and flipping to his bookmark. He didn’t even hear the approaching footsteps, engrossed as he was. But a soft clearing of the throat caught his attention and he startled up, his breath catching at the sight of the man before him.

The young man had on a soft-looking lavender jumper and his hair fell in chestnut waves over his forehead. His eyes were the clearest cornflower blue, and he sported just the barest beginnings of smiley wrinkles. His mouth moved in pretty pink words that tasted like spice drops on Eskel’s tongue, and-

Oh shit.

He asked me a question.

Eskel cleared his throat and blinked, shaking the blush off his cheeks. “S-sorry, what did you say?”

The man smiled, blinding white and cheeky. “No worries, I do talk a bit fast. I asked if you had any books on mythology, specifically succubi?”

Oh, and if that didn’t conjure up some ideas in the dark edges of Eskel’s brain. He prided himself on being a gentleman, but he’d be lying if he said that the very basest part of his mind didn’t imagine the young man laid out beneath him, his honey-laced voice crying his name while lust poured from their very pores.

Eskel glanced around the empty storefront as he walked around the counter, crooking his finger to the man to follow him. “Don’t have much, at least here in the store. But I’ve got one or two.”

“Lovely,” the man said with a smirk, and Eskel could’ve sworn he felt the tracks of his eyes down the line of his back and over the swell of his ass as they went to the last aisle of fiction. He bent down and pulled out two books.

“Here, this one’s not too dense, and is good for the basics. But…” he trailed off and looked over his shoulder, catching the man’s eyes glance back up to him, “this one is good for more in-depth research, without gettin’ too murky.”

Eskel watched the bob of the man’s throat as he swallowed thickly, taking the books from his hands. “Sold. Thank you, Eskel.”

Eskel blinked and racked his brain. I swear I don’t know him, I’d remember his face, his eyes, his voice, his bum-

The man chuckled lightly, “Your nametag. Must say, I was cheating a bit. Call me Jaskier.”

Eskel’s cheeks pulled up into an easy smile. The next words fell from his lips almost too easily, forgetting himself and his scars on and under his skin and who he even was under Jaskier’s intense gaze. “Well, just when might I call you, Jaskier?”

Jaskier (thank fuck) blushed and bit his bottom lip with a grin that set Eskel’s already pounding heart alight. They walked slowly back towards the front of the bookstore to the register. “Well, I should think I’ll come back ‘round soon to see if you...get anything new in stock?”

Eskel nodded as he stepped behind the counter, taking the two books back and scanning their black and white barcodes. He discreetly threw on his brother’s phone number for a discount and slid the books across to Jaskier. “I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“Oh,” said Jaskier as he handed over his cash and his fingers just barely glanced over Eskel’s, sending sparks beneath his skin, “I think we already have.”

---

“Back already?” It was the next day, just shy of when Eskel was going to lock up for a quick lunch. Jaskier had blown in through the door with a bright smile on his face, and Eskel would’ve been lying if he said that his heart hadn’t skipped a beat when he recognized him.

Jaskier nodded and leaned his elbows on the edge of the counter. “Mhm. I read both of those books last night, they were fantastic. But I was wondering if you could maybe help me order one or two more? If you have time, that is?”

“Of course,” Eskel said, gesturing to Jaskier to walk around the edge of the counter and join him at the monitor. “Here, we can look through what we carry and can order.”

They scrolled through the website for what was available, narrowing and adjusting their search parameters for a while before finding some interesting titles. “Oooh,” murmured Jaskier, bumping lightly into Eskel’s arm and pointing at one of the books on the screen, “that one looks helpful.”

It was a leather bound tome entitled ‘Succubi and Incubi in the Modern World,’ by one J. A. Pankratz. It seemed almost a little too perfect for what Jaskier had been looking for, and Eskel hoped that by ordering this one book, he wouldn’t have been driving Jaskier from coming back into his store. He added two copies to the cart and placed the order. He’d save one for Jaskier, and he would take one home for himself. Looks pretty interesting.

---

The books had arrived early in the morning, and Eskel called Jaskier to let him know that he could pop in and pick it up at his convenience. Jaskier had stopped by in the evening, thanking him endlessly before swooping away as Eskel locked up.

Eskel briskly walked home with the leather-bound book weighing heavily in his pack, tempting him to just break it open with every step down the sidewalk. As soon as he got into his flat, he tossed the keys to the side and toed off his boots, making a beeline for his dresser. He changed out of his smart button-down and jeans and into a comfy jumper and a pair of dark sweatpants.

He put on the kettle and unpacked his bag, throwing the empty tupperware from his lunch into the sink and setting the book onto the side table by his armchair. Yes, the bookseller had a reading nook. Don’t judge. He pulled the kettle off just before it started to whistle and made his cup of tea, leaving it to steep for a moment while he washed the few dishes that had found their way into the sink.

Puttering over to his cushy chair with tea in hand, Eskel sighed. He sat down and nestled himself into a comfortable spot, one foot tucked under him and his elbow resting on the velvety arm of the chair. Air whistled through the notch in his lip when he lightly blew the curls of steam away from his mug before taking a sip, letting the warm tea drag down his throat and settle in his stomach.

He set his mug down atop a coaster and ran his hand slowly along the strikingly plain cover of the novel. It was a deep mahogany leather bound tome with golden embossed lettering, and it even boasted a little light blue ribbon to keep his page. The spine crackled as he tipped open the cover, revealing thick ivory paper with deckled edges. Eskel took his time in feeling the book in his hands, running his thumbs down the rough edges of the paper and along the lettering of the title page.

J. A. Pankratz. The name jumped out at him, almost as if it were peering up at him from the page. Waiting. For what? Eskel shook his head with a heavy sigh. It had been a long day, and now his imagination was running rampant before even starting the book. He smiled to himself as he pictured Jaskier, tucked away and cozy, cracking open his own copy of the book and seeking the knowledge that he had been chasing.

There was no introduction, no prelude into the lore that lurked in the supple pages. Only a simple table of contents, and publication information. Nothing odd that caught Eskel’s eyes, but his fingers felt beckoned to the page of chapter one. Myths and Reality.

Eskel felt submerged in the writing, enveloped in the dense weave of storytelling that swam into the forefront of his mind. Contrary to the myths of old, creatures of lust no longer require feeding from the unquenchable arousal of others. They live and breathe as humans, though you will find several marked differences. Their magic, though subtle, is a powerful compulsion, breaking through inhibitions to access the cravings that lay beneath the surface…

Now, Eskel boasted an ability to read and retain at breakneck speeds. He could finish a full-length novel in a night and be able to explain the plot and key details with surprising clarity. But his eyes glazed over as he darted around words and theories, letting them almost bleed into his brain as his fingers flipped the pages by. His tea sat forgotten: he read as though searching to sate a deep thirst in his belly.

The air around him grew warm as the moon rose higher and higher, and Eskel felt a welcome flush crawl its way up his chest and around his throat. His cock stirred between his legs, filling slowly while his mind swam in a hazy bliss. The words on the pages blurred together, though Eskel tried valiantly to bring his focus back to the book in his hand.

Though not for much longer. With a gentle sigh he slipped the light blue ribbon (almost exactly that odd shade of blue that was locked away in Jaskier’s eyes…) in between the pages and set the book back down on the table. Eskel dropped the heel of his palm down to drag up the base of his cock. His breath hitched and he dropped his head back, squeezing himself lightly through the soft cotton of his pants. Fuck, when did he get so hard?

The elastic band was pushed out of the way, only halfway down his thighs, just enough to let Eskel wrap his hand around his cock. He was already dripping precome, slicking his hand with every swirl around the head. His mind filled in hazy edges and wandering bubbles of arousal with Jaskier, that soft smirk and wavy brown hair and broad shoulders and a tongue that seemed like it could cut glass.

Eskel adjusted his legs, planting his feet down on the floor and spreading his thighs open, swallowing thickly as another bead of arousal dripped down the length of him. His other hand wandered up to his chest where he almost absentmindedly ran his fingers over his tender nipple just as he had thumbed along the rough edges of the pages in the book, scratching through the rough pull of the fabric of his jumper. His back arched and his hips chased a building pace, his climax building from the base of his spine.

His mind helpfully supplied an image of Jaskier, kneeling on the floor between his knees, his lips open and waiting for him. Eskel tensed as he felt himself draw closer and closer to the edge of the euphoric cliff, almost feeling the pressure of Jaskier’s hands drag up his legs. Piercing cornflower blue eyes looked up at him with burning intensity and shoved Eskel into the most intense orgasm he had given himself in a long time.

Heavy gasps tore into drawn-out sighs, his jaw clenched as his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin. His vision whited out and his ears rang with deafening silence, drowning him in oblivion that he couldn’t have torn himself out of if he had tried. Instead, the world came back to him slowly, waves of a tide depositing the whir of his ceiling fan, the ethereal echo of the moon’s light on the hardwood floors.

Eskel slowly blinked open his eyes, taking long, heavy breaths and smiling headily. He glanced down, finding long white ropes of his spend draping down the collar of his jumper to where he still held his cock gently in his palm. He stroked himself once more, slowly, dragging the last beads of his spend off of himself. He didn’t think twice before bringing his fingers to his lips, tasting the salty bitterness of his climax on his tongue.

Eskel sighed once more as he felt the world push in on the comfortable quiet of his mind, prodding his eyelids to grow heavy and his bed to beckon him from behind the cracked door of his room. He tucked himself away and pushed himself out of the cushy chair, dragging his feet towards his washing machine. He shucked his soiled jumper off into the empty drum and set it to do an extra pre-rinse.

He flipped the lights off and toed open the door to his room, gracelessly flopping onto the bed and shuffling under the blankets. Eskel curled up around himself, feeling warm and fuzzy, though maybe...maybe a little empty? He sighed and hugged his arms against his chest, wishing to all hopes that he wasn’t actually alone as the sweet embrace of sleep overtook him.

---

An entire week passed before Eskel saw Jaskier again. Which he couldn’t say was odd; they had only been in the same place a handful of times, and there hadn’t been any sort of routine to it.

At least, that’s what Eskel told himself.

Another long day of needy customers and screaming children left Eskel drained, and he didn’t hesitate to close the bookstore early. He flipped the sign around to say ‘Closed’ and counted down his money, leaving it in the safe in the back for the morning.

He pushed the glass door open and spun around as it fell shut, slipping his key in and letting the cylinder fall into place. Eskel glanced around, spying a familiar cock-sure smirk on the face of a man as he strode over to him from the coffee shop across the street with a quite attractive swagger. Jaskier stopped at a careful distance, though Eskel tried to keep his face as open and friendly as possible. “Hey, Eskel.”

“Oh, Jaskier,” Eskel peeked behind him towards the shop, “did you need something from in there? I was just locking up, I’m sorry-”

“Oh, no. Well, maybe. We’ll see. But uh. That’s not why I’m here.”

Eskel crooked his head, “Okay…”

“Listen, I didn’t want to do this while you were on the clock, cause that’s icky, but uh…would you be interested in going out sometime? Grab some coffee, or lunch maybe?”

Eskel had completely blue screened. He didn’t think he’d actually get this far. Shit, how long had it been since he actually went on a date? What was he gonna wear? Where were they going?

Fuck.

Didn’t even give him an answer yet.

---

The coffee across the street was fine, but Eskel really just found himself more and more enamored with the striking young man who kept gently bumping their knees together beneath the table.

It was the easiest date that Eskel had ever found himself on. Jaskier was kind, funny, intelligent. Caring. It was the simplest thing in the world for him to invite Jaskier on a quiet walk, meandering through the city streets until they found themselves at Eskel’s stoop.

Eskel glanced down at the prettiest ethereal blue eyes he’d ever seen and smirked. “Wanna come in?”

Jaskier grinned toothily, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The keys clattered to the floor as Eskel led the way over the threshold, grabbing Jaskier by the waist and kissing him deeply. Their lips danced and Eskel could almost taste the lust that poured from his very being. They pushed and tore at hemlines and buttons, craving the release of skin hidden away. Eskel finally got Jaskier’s shirt open and threw it to the floor, running his fingers through the thick hair that was so generously dusted over his broad chest.

Eskel’s own shirt fell open by Jaskier’s fingers and he let his hands drop down to the button on Jaskier’s trousers. But a soft hand stopped him, and Eskel watched his throat bob in anticipation.

“Before we go on,” Jaskier smirked, though his eyes shone with a tinge of worry, “I…have a bit of a…situation to inform you of.”

Eskel’s mind started spinning in circles, covering different scenarios and how best to respond to them. Does he have an STD? Is he a fugitive on the run from the law? Hung up on an ex? Maybe he’s ace? Poly? Enby? Trans? Is it his first time? The list went on and on, greased gears turning rapidly in Eskel’s head. However, what Jaskier actually said hadn’t even made its way into Eskel’s mind.

“I wrote that book. About the incubi.”

Eskel blinked and glanced between Jaskier’s eyes, searching for more answers, rubbing his thumbs gently along Jaskier’s hips. “O-okay…”

“How far did you get?”

Eskel thought back to the night that he had brought the book home, and the fantasy that his mind had woven for him. “Uh...not far. I...I got distracted.”

Jaskier nodded, just the barest hint of a blush spreading like watercolors over his cheeks. “Well...when I say that I wrote the book...I wrote it from personal experience. I am actually an incubus.”

At that point, Eskel’s brain completely stopped computing. He was confused beyond belief and undeniably still horny, and the only thing that he could let slip from his lips was an eloquent, “Huh?”

Jaskier offered a none-too-sheepish smile, his eyes shimmering with unbridled attraction. But he let Eskel process, the two of them standing just inside of Eskel’s doorway, naked from the waist up.

Eskel swallowed and willed his brain cells to work, dammit. "You're a-an incubus? I thought they were-I mean, forgive my ignorance I just haven't, ah, met one... or heard of anyone else... meeting one. Recently."

Jaskier chuckled, the sound like music to Eskel’s ears. “Oh gods, you’re adorable. There’s only a handful of us left, and we don’t generally tend to advertise. Of course you thought it was just a myth. Kind of the point, love.”

Jaskier gently ran his hands up Eskel’s arms, smoothing his fingers into the generous muscle. “I want you to know, though, that I…we don’t feed off of lust. Never did. It...it was a lie, a myth. Our magic is...it’s indulgence, an amplification of lust that’s already there. So I didn’t like...hunt you down, or anything creepy. You just caught my eye, and I thought I’d see if you were interested.”

Eskel nodded, resting his forehead down onto Jaskier’s. “Gotta say, this isn’t quite how I imagined this evening goin’. But...weirder shit happens. And...I’d be lyin’ if I said that I wasn’t still ridiculously attracted to you.”

He brought his lips down and kissed Jaskier sweetly, sliding their lips together slowly and languidly, relishing in the balance of wills that they had found themselves in. Jaskier broke away first, brushing the tip of his nose over Eskel’s. “A-and one more thing-”

“Whatever it is, it’s fine.” Eskel couldn’t really help the way that his brows scrunched in disbelief, even the tiniest bit, but he didn’t want to put Jaskier off by not buying into whatever he was trying to convince him of.

“Well…” Jaskier blinked, biting his lip, “I...one of the things with my magic. I can...I can change the...parts that I have. I can kinda switch? Between a-a...you know?” He gestured vaguely to the region between his legs, and Eskel nodded, somewhat getting the picture. “And I don’t really have a preference, everything’s enjoyable...so if you do, I can just kinda…*poof*,” he smiled.

Now, Eskel really wasn’t sure if anything weirder had happened, at least that he was aware of. Did I eat something off today? Not that he could remember, but this all felt...well. Like an odd fever dream. But Jaskier felt so real in his arms, and he was looking up at him with such sincerity that he figured, ah, what the hell. I’ll humor him...or, them? Ah shite, I should ask-

“Right...so, d-do you want me to call you something else? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or use the wrong pronouns or-”

Jaskier smiled and reached up, ruffling Eskel’s hair and sliding the tips of his fingers down the line of his jaw. “You’re sweet. No, Jaskier is perfect, and I use he/him always. Sometimes I change the parts that I have for pleasure, but I am always Jaskier.”

Eskel squinted, still feeling like he was maybe having the wool pulled over his eyes. “Mhm. And uh-”

“Would you like a demonstration?” Jaskier smiled sweetly, still running his fingers along Eskel’s shoulders in lazy swirls. Eskel nodded and led them further into the apartment, giving Jaskier some space to strip himself of the remainder of his clothes. Eskel wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but this seemed like a lot of effort for someone to create a falsity that intricate. He stood bare before Eskel, broad chest tapering down to a soft waist and thick thighs, with a pretty cock nestled in a bed of dark hair.

Eskel sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Y-you’re gorgeous…”

“Oh, stop it you. You’re making me blush,” Jaskier smirked, popping his hip. “Now, don’t watch too closely, or else you’ll never look at a human quite in the same way again.”

But Eskel couldn’t tear his eyes away as Jaskier’s hips lit up in a burst of buttercup-yellow sparks that dissipated with a blink of his eyes, and then there was a little slit that was just barely visible beneath the nest of dark hair, rather than what had been there only a moment prior. Eskel’s jaw fell agape, now fully in awe of the apparently magical creature that was standing naked in his living room.

“Believe me now?” Jaskier shrugged, spinning himself around to show off his pert buttocks and legs with muscles that delicately danced just beneath the surface.

Eskel swallowed, and he felt his cock throb in the tight confines of his jeans, an impatient reminder that he was, in fact, still very into Jaskier. “Uh... yeah. Yeah, I-fuck, that's incredible. I certainly don't need more convincing and I...well, um..." Eskel got a wolfish look in his eyes, "Which would you like me to start with?"

Jaskier bit his lip and nodded, stepping backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of Eskel’s armchair. Eskel quickly wrestled with the buttons and zipper of his pants before tearing them down his legs, shucking them off to the side before following Jaskier to his reading corner.

Jaskier sat down, sprawled bare with his cunt shining and dripping with his arousal onto the soft red cushion of the same chair that Eskel fuckin jerked himself off in. Eskel really really couldn’t decide just where he wanted to look, so he just...dropped to his knees and leveled his face with the blushed pink lips between Jaskier’s legs.

Jaskier gasped and his fingers flexed on the arms of the chair. “Usually, we’re the ones giving pleasure, but yeah sure, I’m not gonna say no…”

“C’mon,” Eskel rumbled as he rested his chin on Jaskier’s thigh, his breath fanning gently over the glistening lips between Jaskier’s legs. “You can’t expect me to see this whole package and not want to bury my face in you?”

And sure, maybe it had been a while since Eskel had found himself with his lips between someone’s thighs like that, but fuck he hadn’t realized how much he missed it. Eskel finally dragged his tongue through his slit and around the sensitive bud at the apex of his thighs, shooting pleasure up through Jaskier’s stomach and into his neck with a soft pink blush. Eskel even had a bit of stubble sprouting over his chin, and he could almost see the sweet burn that it left on the insides of his thighs. A dark moan crawled up out of Jaskier’s chest as he threaded his fingers into the soft strands of Eskel’s hair.

Eskel leaned into his touch and wrapped his lips around Jaskier’s clit and sucked lightly, running a finger down through Jaskier’s slit before slowly pushing inside. Jaskier arched into him, his head hitting the back of the chair and his legs wrapping around Eskel’s head. But there was suddenly one very demanding problem: Eskel, while he normally sported an unending well of patience, was running out. He wanted to feel Jaskier fall apart around him, to feel him everywhere. So he slid his hands up beneath Jaskier’s thighs and around his bum and pulled, resettling him on the very edge of the seat, basically sitting him on Eskel’s chin as he drank anew.

The glide of Jaskier’s hips up and down Eskel’s chin was enough to have him dripping slick onto the hardwood floor beneath him, and he felt more than heard the wet squelch of Jaskier’s tender spot inside of him as he slipped in a second finger. Jaskier keened high and started fucking himself on Eskel’s fingers in earnest, and Eskel crooked his elbow so that he could hit that angle over and over and over again.

Eskel could feel how close Jaskier was, with the fluttering and tightening of his walls around his fingers and the near constant drip of slick down his arm. He lapped and sucked at his clit with fervor, pushing him relentlessly towards the climax that loomed over them both with each wet slap up and down of his fingers.

And oh, when Jaskier finally plummeted over that cliff of euphoria? Eskel was drenched in a wave of slick that dripped down his chin and into the dark coarse hairs on his chest. Jaskier’s fingers tightened in his hair and he cried out Eskel’s name, even sweeter than anything he would’ve dared imagine. Eskel slowed his fingers and lapped gently at the tender flesh between Jaskier’s thighs, coaxing him down through the blinding pleasure that overtook him.

“Oh,” Eskel murmured, resting his forehead on the mound of soft hair over Jaskier’s still fluttering arousal, “th-that was…fuck that was amazing.”

Jaskier chuckled and loosened his grip on Eskel’s hair, gently scratching and running his fingers down Eskel’s cheek. “I wish I could’ve warned you that was coming, but uh…my brain was definitively not keeping up.”

Eskel rose to his feet, pulling Jaskier up onto shaky legs. “C’mon, little bird. Let’s get to the bed.”

Jaskier followed Eskel through an open doorway into his bedroom, and Eskel could once again feel the intense gaze of his eyes roving over his ass. “So Eskel, do you want to fuck me?” Jaskier smiled, pressing his lips softly to the rough valleys of Eskel’s scarred cheek.

Eskel blushed, running his hand back through his hair, the muscles of his arm swelling and running Jaskier’s mouth dry. “I-well. I was actually wonderin’ i-if you’d-well. If you’d fuck me.”

Jaskier‘s eyes alighted with a fire that sent a sounded thread straight through Eskel’s core. “Oh, you have no idea just how much that would be my pleasure.”

Jaskier set his hands on Eskel’s hips and pushed him gently towards the bed, tapping him lightly on the ass. “Mind if I have a snack?”

Eskel shuddered and chuckled, climbing onto his hands and knees on the bed with his bum pointed to Jaskier. “Help yourself.”

Eskel braced himself to be licked and brought to pleasure with a fervor that had matched his own, but what he got instead was a soft hand that smoothed up the back of his thigh, gently palming his cheek and spreading him before a sweet kiss was placed on the globe of his ass.

“Y-you dont have to be gentle with me-“

“I want to be gentle with you, you mountain of a man. Now, let me make you feel good.”

A warm ghost of breath slid over the small of Eskel’s back as Jaskier knelt on the bed behind him, settling his hands on Eskel’s hips and squeezing lightly.

“Oohhhh,” Eskel groaned as Jaskier flattened his tongue over his entrance, mouthing around the tight ring of muscle and kneading his fingers into the meat of his bum.

He felt himself relax into Jaskier’s touch, letting his mind drift into a pleasant haze. Jaskier’s hand snaked around his leg and wrapped around his weeping cock, slowly stroking in time with his tongue pushing into his entrance. His hips rocked back and forth into Jaskier, riding the comfortable waves of arousal as they washed over him.

“Fuck me dead, you’re delicious,” Jaskier’s voice was thick and husky, dripping like syrup. “I’m assuming you’ve got lube hidden away in here?”

Eskel laughed breathily, adjusting his shoulder to point to his bedside drawer. “Right up top.”

Jaskier patted Eskel’s behind and pushed himself up, reaching into the drawer and rummaging around. Eskel heard a cute little ‘aha!’ and the click of a plastic cap being opened.

A slick pair of fingers circled his entrance and he keened, gasping back into Jaskier’s touch. “I-in, please-“

“Alright, Eskel. You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

Eskel nodded and Jaskier slowly pushed his finger in, thrusting lightly until he was buried to the knuckle. He poured some more lube onto his finger and let Eskel set his preferred pace, following the rocks of his hips and the heavy flexing of his cock between his legs.

Before long, Jaskier slipped in another finger, and then another, stretching Eskel open. Eskel growled and moaned and pushed hard back into Jaskier’s fingers, only just barely brushing against that sweet spot that was nestled so deep.

Eskel was sweating, his hands tangled in the sheets as pleasure built to crescendo behind his eyes, and he felt the stirrings of the point of no return hanging just out of sight. “W-wait, Jaskier. Fuck, I’m ready.”

Jaskier hummed and slipped his fingers from inside of him, leaving him gaping and empty as he patted his hip. “Flip over, Eskel. I wanna watch you fall apart.”

Eskel flipped onto his back and looked up at Jaskier, his soft skin dusted with a generous coating of dark hair, his tummy soft and leading down to-

Hnnnggggg

Instead of the pretty cunt that Eskel had buried himself in, that same equally pretty cock from earlier now jutted out from Jaskier’s hips, flushed and dripping with slick. He spoke without thinking, “Fuck I want you in my mouth.”

Jaskier giggled and ran the bottle of lube up the line of his cock, spreading it around with his hand and dropping the bottle to the side. He clambered back onto the bed between Eskel’s thighs and ran his hands up either side of his stomach reverently. “Maybe later. For now, though, I’d very much like to fuck you.”

Eskel reached up and ran his fingers into Jaskier’s hair as he felt the blunt head of his cock press against his entrance. He breathed deeply, tasting the arousal in the room on his tongue as Jaskier pushed in slowly, slotting their hips together and leaning down atop him.

“I’m not sure,” Jaskier gasped, resting his forehead on Eskel’s, “that I’ve ever felt anyone so sweet. I could die here, and would do so happily.”

“I’d rather if you didn’t,” Eskel smirked, clenching around Jaskier in an effort to get him to move.

“Gah, ca-can I m-“

“Please. Please move. Fuck me. Ruin me.”

Jaskier grinned like the cat who caught the canary, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over Eskel’s flanks as he oh so slowly slid back out of Eskel, and just as slowly slid back in. Eskel felt every slick inch of him in stark relief, his head swimming with how beautifully he was filled.

“F-faster...go on, Jask- y-you won’t break me…”

Jaskier gasped a hitched breath as his hips snapped forward accidentally, sending a shockwave of pleasure up Eskel’s spine. “Ah, fuck. O-okay. D-don’t wanna push too f...far-”

Eskel slid his hand up to cup the delicate jaw of the incubus atop him. “I’ll tell you. I promise. But I trust you. Take me.”

Jaskier’s eyes fluttered shut and he slammed his cock into Eskel, rocking back and forth with a fervor unlike anything Eskel had ever had the great pleasure to have been a part of before. Eskel could feel the crown of his head hitting the wall behind his bed with every sharp thrust of Jaskier’s hips, but he really couldn’t find it in himself to care. He just took it, not even able to form a coherent string of words together, only offering soft grunts and drawn-out moans that were swallowed by Jaskier’s lips.

Eskel’s mind swam in an impossible oblivion, every thrust of Jaskier inside of him pushing him closer and closer to an unstoppable climax. He felt Jaskier’s hands drag down beneath his thighs and lift, settling his ass on the tops of his thighs and oh holy shit right fucking there-

And then. Eskel thought that he was about to pass out when Jaskier adjusted himself to prop one of his elbows next to Eskel’s head and grabbed his cock with the other, stroking in quick jolts that matched every time he hit his prostate and-

Oh fuck he was coming. Eskel shouted in high breaths that escaped from his lungs as his body shook with wave after wave after wave of pleasure. He spent thick white ropes of seed between them, dripping through both of their chest’s hair, his fingers clenching onto any inch of Jaskier that he could reach.

And oh sweet gods above, Jaskier didn’t miss a beat, just slipped his hand off of Eskel’s oversensitive cock and fisted his hands in the sheets on either side of Eskel’s head. Eskel lazily opened his eyes as his blinding orgasm faded away and gently ran his finger down the soft, just barely stubbled line of Jaskier’s jaw. “Go on, Jask,” Eskel rumbled, watching the shudder that ran through Jaskier’s taxed nerves, “Come for me.”

Gasps of hot breath ghosted over Eskel’s face as Jaskier drove his hips deep, his eyes rolling back in his head as he spent inside of Eskel. His entire body shuddered and rippled as he came under Eskel’s hands, something shimmering just beneath the surface of his skin. Jaskier dropped his head into the crook of Eskel’s shoulder, pressing his lips softly to the tender flesh as his spend leaked past the tight seal of his cock.

They both ran their hands slowly over each other, soothing overexerted muscles and lust-hazy minds. Jaskier hummed quietly, still nestled against Eskel’s neck and laying atop him, though Eskel really couldn’t find it in himself to complain. He swallowed thickly and rolled them over, holding Jaskier tightly to him and pressing his lips to his shoulder.

“That was...really nice,” Eskel’s voice was husky and cock-drunk, and he could feel the gentle blanket of sleep falling over his eyes.

Jaskier hummed and squeezed Eskel tighter against him as his softening cock slipped from the tight embrace of Eskel’s entrance. “Truly. You’ve rendered me near speechless.”

Eskel hummed with a sleepy smile, nestling his nose into the soft brown locks of Jaskier’s hair that just barely tickled his throat. “Stay tonight?”

He felt the muscles shift beneath his hands as Jaskier twisted around and pulled the lamp cord, bathing the room in darkness before tugging his throw blanket around them. “Sleep, darling. I’ll be here when you wake.”

As he drifted into the comfortable embrace of a well-earned rest, Eskel knew that he had somehow stumbled into one of the most exceptional people that had ever walked the Earth, and that he wasn’t letting him go any time soon.

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written for the Monster March prompt list prompt: incubus

Eskel is fresh out of Kaer Morhen when they first meet. He's nineteen, hormonal, and alone for the first time since he can remember and he doesn't know what to do with any of that. So when he takes a contract on an incubus, he's going in blind with no ideas of what to expect.

He's young and bright-eyed and every lesson he's had has taught him monsters should be killed, so when he finds the incubus, finds him sentient, he doesn't know what to do. His instincts tell him not to harm him, but people have been dying and he has to protect them. He's a Witcher, that's his job.

"I was wondering when one of you might show up," the incubus mumbles, not even bothering to turn around and look at him. He's cooking something, Eskel can smell it, or maybe he's preparing a potion - it doesn't smell like food, per se. "I wasn't expecting them to send a child," he scoffs.

"I'm not a child," Eskel shoots back. He takes another couple of steps forward and the incubus turns abruptly.

"I haven't invited you in."

Eskel stops, but he keeps his arms crossed over his chest, determined not to show weakness. But he's out of his depth. A ghoul attacks on sight, nekkers swarm, archespores wait for the right moment, but they attack without hesitation. The incubus is just... standing there. Eskel doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say, but he looks him over.

Objectively, he's handsome, Eskel supposes. He's got a strong build, muscular arms and chest that are only made more prominent by the white lines marking on his skin. From here, Eskel can't tell if they're part of his skin or some sort of ink - tattoos maybe. He likes them though, finds himself following the way they curve down his body - right to the thin scrap of fabric covering his groin.

Eskel's mouth goes dry and he abruptly averts his eyes.

"Oh," the incubus hums, "that's interesting." He comes closer and Eskel doesn't stop him, lets him walk right up and turn Eskel's chin to look at him. Eskel is confident he could fight him off if he needs to, so he doesn't see the trouble in letting him come close. "You're here about the missing people, aren't you? I didn't kill them, Witcher. You do know what an incubus does, right?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"Then you know it's better for me if I don't kill my 'victims'." He leans in close, sniffing at him, but Eskel holds his ground, doesn't let him see how it affects him. But Eskel can smell his own arousal and he knows enough about incubi to know that the incubus probably can, too.

"I fucked them," the incubus admits, "but I didn't kill them. It was two men and a woman right? I prefer men, haven't fucked a woman in years. And the men? They were alive when they left, and satisfied."

A shiver runs down his spine and Eskel measures his breath.

"But that was weeks ago now," the incubus continues, his implications perfectly clear. "They tell stories about Witchers, about your mutations. Say you can go for hours, is that true?"

"Dunno," Eskel mumbles, "never tried."

He thinks back to his days at Kaer Morhen with Geralt. They fucked and they fucked around, and they did it a lot, but it never lasted long. It was always stolen moments, tucked away in some lonely corner or in bed after hours, having to keep quiet or face the consequences.

They never had long and it was never worth trying to extend their dalliances once they'd come. And sometimes, one or both of them didn't get to. But he's heard the rumours of heightened stamina and he can go longer in a fight than any trained soldier he's come across, so maybe there's something to it talk.

"Oh, but you'd like to, wouldn't you? Maybe we can come to an agreement, Witcher." Hands rest on his hips and Eskel's breath catches on a sigh. "I can take care of you, give you something you crave, hm? And in return I'll be satisfied, I won't have to lure out any unsuspecting victims for a while. What do you say?"

Eskel doesn't know what to say. He takes a short breath, considering it far less than he should before whispering, "can I touch you?"

"Oh, I certainly hope so."

The incubus leans in, pressing his mouth to the join of his neck and shoulder. Without any pre-empt, he wraps his mouth around him and bites down, fangs breaking the skin. Warmth rushes through Eskel’s veins and he feels lightheaded. His vision blurs slightly and his head swims. The incubus takes both hands, guiding him back toward a low bed in the corner of the cave. Eskel blinks and the figure before him blurs into the image of Geralt.

"Oh," not-Geralt hums, "you see someone, don't you? Tell me who it is Witcher."

"'S Eskel, you know that. Don't call me Witcher."

"Sorry, Eskel, tell me who you see."

He's a little foggy, doesn't understand the question, but Geralt is beckoning to him, pulling him down toward the bed, and nothing else matters.

It's not until later that he learns incubus venom is a hallucinogen, that it makes you see the person you want most - a tactic to boost your arousal. Eskel thinks on that for a long time. He loves Geralt, and they have a good time together, but he doesn't know that he loves him like that. Or maybe he does and he's just confused.

He returns to the incubus, lets him bite him again. He sees Geralt.

In the winters, he returns to the keep. Sometimes he fucks Geralt and sometimes he doesn't, but every spring he returns to the cave and every time, the incubus is waiting for him.

It's been close to a decade that Eskel has been going back to the cave. At one point, he was worried about losing out on the contract because he never killed the incubus, but that seems like a pointless concern now. He may have lost out on a few hundred gold, but he's come to like this incubus - Florian, he's called - and he looks forward to his yearly visits.

Sometimes, they'll fuck for hours, but sometimes Florian will take him to bed as soon as he arrives and they'll spend hours afterward just lying in bed talking. Florian will go on and on about his herbs and elixirs and Eskel likes having someone to bitch about his brothers to. It works and it's good. And it's a distraction from Geralt.

Then, one spring after the sacking, Eskel comes to a startling conclusion.

The last few years at Kaer Morhen have been difficult. This year, he almost didn't go at all because the ghosts lingering in the halls are too much for him to bear. The feeling isn't the same as it once was and Eskel doubts the sense of community will ever return to Kaer Morhen. It's cold, it's lonely, and as much as he loves seeing his brothers and Vesemir, the absence of the rest of them hits hard. They say time makes everything easier, but he's not so sure this time. So more than ever, he's happy to have Florian to return to in the spring.

Eskel is worked up in more ways than one when he leaves the keep. He feels like he's going to crawl out of his own skin between the sadness, the guilt and the sexual frustration. Geralt doesn't come to him anymore and Eskel doesn't want to push those boundaries. They're all grieving and he understands that, but it's hard for him to cope with because his time with Geralt was always an escape for the two of them and now he doesn't have that.

When he gets to the cave, he hesitates, peering around to see if Florian is there. He doesn't see anyone and he doesn't want to intrude, but just as he's about to leave, there's a warm pressure against his back.

"Eskel," Florian hums, "you're early this year."

"Couldn't stand it up there any longer. It's too quiet, too lonely."

"You missed me," Florian guesses and yeah, that too. "Come," he whispers, "get out of those clothes and lie on the bed. I'll be back in a minute."

Eskel does as he's asked, stripping out of his clothes and climbing onto the bed without hesitation. When Florian does return, he's smirking and he crawls up to straddle Eskel's hips. He's hard already and when he grinds his hips down, Eskel realizes with a start that he is, too.

Florian nips at his collar bone and Eskel wraps his arms around his shoulders, tugging him close. They rock together, picking up a quick rhythm and Florian's mouth moves to his neck. It's always like this the first time, quick and hard; they've both been waiting for it and Eskel groans as his cock slides against Florian's.

There's pressure against his neck, the familiar sensation of a bite and Eskel shuts his eyes. Lately, he dreads opening them to Geralt's image leaning over him. It feels a lie, like he's betraying Florian somehow by seeing someone else when they fuck and it's becoming uncomfortable.

Sometimes, he can keep his eyes shut, can imagine Florian above him instead, but a particularly sharp twist of Florian's wrist has his eyes fluttering open again. Above him, he sees nothing but Florian’s dark eyes and plush lips and he grins.

"Thought you were gonna bite me," Eskel teases, running a hand up Florian's chest.

"Mm are you that preoccupied? I did bite you, not that I need to the way you keep showing up so needy for it." Eskel barely hears him because if Florian bit him, he should be seeing Geralt. It should be Geralt's form looming over him, not dark skin and white swirls.

Eskel reaches up tentatively, tracing the lines that slide low down his torso, the one that eventually comes to an end at the base of his cock. Florian looks down at him, following Eskel's fingers with his eyes and Eskel can pinpoint the moment he realizes.

Florian's eyes snap up to meet his and Eskel forgets how to speak. This isn't how any of this is supposed to work and he doesn't know what to say.

"Eskel, do you- see me?" Eskel says nothing and Florian persists. "Unless your Witcher friend has scars that perfectly match my markings, I'd say you do." When Eskel says nothing again, Florian hums thoughtfully. He sounds almost sad. "Eskel, do we need to talk about this?"

"No," Eskel says a little too quickly. Evidently, Florian disagrees.

He moves from between Eskel's legs to lie next to him on the mattress, leaning on his elbow to look at him. Eskel winces. He's been waiting for this to fall through; it always seemed too good to be true, and for it to linger as long as it has is surprising already.

"Eskel do you... if you're seeing me now and not him-"

"Yeah," Eskel agrees softly. "Yeah."

To his utter shock, Florian leans over and kisses him. It comes as such a surprise that Eskel forgets to respond and when Florian looks down at him again, he must look stunned.

"Eskel," he says softly, "I'm not angry, I'm not upset. I'm surprised, but I- I care about you," he lifts a hand to smooth up Eskel's stomach, setting above his sternum. "This isn't about the sex for me anymore. If I wanted to, I could fuck anyone, if I needed to. But I'd rather wait it out when I can until you come back."

"You shouldn't, you could-"

"I'm careful, I know my own limits, Witcher. And you are so good to me, my sweet."

Eskel jolts at the name, looks up at Florian where he's still leaning over him. "Sometimes seeing you is the best part of my year, It's so hard lately and I," he manages to meet Florian's eyes if only for a moment, "I look forward to seeing you."

"I love you," Florian breathes, tipping Eskel's chin so they're face-to-face again. "I'm not afraid to say it. You're a good man, Eskel and I know you didn't come back here those first few times for you. And you didn't do it because of some promise because you fulfilled your part of the bargain that first night."

Eskel can't find the words to properly express every feeling bubbling to the surface, so he wraps his hands around the back of Florian's neck and pulls him down into a passionate kiss. It's uncoordinated and sloppy but it's so much more than ever before and before he can even think, Florian is climbing over him again, kissing him hard and sliding a hand down his torso.

He wraps a hand around Eskel's cock, tugging firmly, and Eskel's eyes roll back as he jerks into the touch. He's still hard, still aching for it, but the interruption had preoccupied him and now his arousal is hitting him with full force. He rolls his head back, hands slipping into Florian's hair and he groans. Florian cocks his head and looks at him before smiling and shifting down the bed.

Eskel misses the loss of him, but then Florian's mouth wraps around the head of his cock and any other thought goes out of his head. He runs his fingers through Florian's hair, aware that he's mumbling but only vaguely aware of what he's saying. Florian takes him right to the base, something no one but another Witcher has ever succeeded in doing and Eskel is unbelievably close to coming right then and there.

Abruptly, he tugs Florian up and kisses him again. He doesn't want this to be over just yet and he knows that realistically, they could go on for hours like this, until Eskel's worn out and physically incapable of coming again, but this feels different. This feels important in a way he's never felt before, not with Geralt, not with anyone.

He hauls him up and draws him close, burying his face in Florian's neck.

"Could I," he breathes, "I'd like to fuck you tonight."

Florian jerks back and stares down at him in surprise. For a moment, Eskel thinks he's overstepped; they've never talked about doing it the other way around, though they've done just about everything else. He opens his mouth to apologize, but Florian interrupts.

"You'd want that?" he asks and Eskel nods.

"Yeah. For a while now."

"Didn't think you'd want to," Florian shrugs, "especially seeing as there was someone else."

"There was never anyone else, not really. I saw him but it wasn't him, it was only ever you."

Florian smiles at him and dips down to kiss him, cupping Eskel's cheek in his hand.

"You're a sap," he teases, but his grin only spreads further. He moves to slip down again, kissing Eskel's neck and down his chest, but before he can get too far, Eskel stops him.

"Let me, tonight," he says, "how often do I get to pleasure you?"

Florian just laughs. "That's not the way it works. I feed off your energy, there's no reason to treat me special."

"I can think of many," Eskel counters, "but mostly, I just want to." He presses a hand to Florian's shoulder, pushing him back against the bed.

Eskel presses in against his side, sliding a hand down his chest and wrapping around the base of Florian's cock. He grips him firmly, strokes up to the head keeping an even pressure around him, then pushes back down to the base. Florian groans under him and shifts his hips, pushing into Eskel's grip, but Eskel holds him steady, earning a whine of frustration in response.

He leans over him, kissing Florian’s jaw as he moves his hand again. He nips at the skin, moving down to his neck to suck a mark into the stripe there. He loves the pale strips of skin that curve and swirl over Florian's body, always pays them special attention even if he's the only one who notices. He licks and sucks at the skin as he works his hand over him, always squeezing tighter around the head of his cock. It gets progressively better and better reactions, so he doesn't see a reason to let up.

Florian shudders under him and Eskel hums against his skin. As Florian squirms under him, Eskel works his hand quicker, he reaches down, rolls his balls gently in one hand before slipping up the length of his cock again. And Florian moans. He wraps his arms around Eskel's neck, pulling him into a burning kiss. He nips at Eskel's lips, fingers digging into his scalp and he clings tightly. Then, abruptly, he pulls away and throws his head back with a groan.

Florian comes, arching off the bed. He spills between them and Eskel slips his fingers through it, using it to ease the way as he strokes him through it. Florian writhes and bucks under him, pressing up into the tunnel of his fist and he's shaking by the time he finally stills.

His breath comes in hot pants and Eskel leans down, kissing his chin and his jaw and, lastly, his mouth. He lingers there for a moment until Florian hums and presses him up.

"Didn't realize you were so good with your hands," he grins, "should take advantage of that more often."

"Didn't give me much of a chance. But it's only been what? Twenty years? And you should give me a chance. And will, if I have anything to say about it."

Without hesitation, Eskel climbs over him, pressing between his knees and pushing them apart. Florian looks up at him questioningly and Eskel grins, nuzzling against his hip.

"I want your mouth," Florian groans, "Eskel, darling, please."

"Mmm, don't you want to come when I fuck you?"

Florian lets out a breathy laugh and reaches down to cup Eskel's jaw. "My beautiful Witcher," he pants, "I will happily come ten times tonight if you're willing."

Eskel just stares at him, dumbfounded. "You-"

"As long as you keep it up, I'll keep it up," Florian winks and Eskel just stares at him. All this time and Florian rarely comes more than once, more intent on getting Eskel there as many times as possible. "I don't need to. I rely on your energy, but it could be fun." Eskel smacks his hip playfully.

"I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole time," he huffs.

Florian opens his mouth to argue, but Eskel just smiles at him and kisses his chest, fingers trailing down his sides as he moves until he reaches the tip of his cock. He flicks his tongue at the head, pressing a featherlight kiss to it before slipping around him and sliding right to the base.

Beneath him, Florian grunts and arches off the bed again. He's oversensitive, but Eskel doesn't let up, sinking all the way down on him and swallowing around the head of his cock. He loves the way he squirms, loves finally being able to give back something Florian has given to him for so many years. Yes, he's been present the whole time, giving as well as he gets, but he's never been solely responsible for Florian's pleasure and it's a rush.

His own cock throbs under him, untouched and aching, but he ignores it for now. He doesn't need to come yet, they have time for that in the next hours, but right now his attention has to be on Florian.

He sucks him down hard, reaching to cup his balls as he slides back up to the head, tongue pressing under the head and earning him a low groan. Above him, Florian moans and grumbles, one hand tangles in his own hair, the other clasping Eskel's shoulder like it's the only thing grounding him in reality. If Eskel's doing his job well enough, it is.

Eskel slips his hand lower, pressing back behind his balls and Florian groans, hips jumping so his cock bumps the roof of his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, "Eskel-" Eskel pulls off his cock, pressing a line of kisses down to the base.

"Shhh, I know what I'm doing. Promise I'll make it good for you." He shifts down the bed, groaning as his cock drags against the sheets, and buries one hand in the hair on Florian's leg.

He pushes his leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and ducking back down to nose at his balls. Floran groans and shifts, but makes no attempt to stop him and Eskel readjusts him, giving him better access to his hole. Without hesitation, he licks a stripe over him, slowing his tongue as he slips over his hole and Florian's entire body seizes.

"Oh."

"Okay?" Eskel asks.

"Yeah. Please-"

"Anything you say," Eskel hums. He ducks down, resuming his ministrations. His cock aches and he presses his lips into the mattress, pressing the tip of his tongue against Florian's hole.

Fuck, he wants him so badly. He presses his tongue into him, imagining that tightness around his cock, pushing as deep as he can manage without prepping him first. His impatience wins out quickly and he reaches up, slipping one hand through the come on his stomach, and using it to slick Florian’s hole, pressing against him gently. Florian groans, pushing his hips back.

His enthusiasm pushes Eskel forward and he presses fully into his up to one knuckle, licking around the intrusion. He's been thinking about this for years, wanting to split him open on his cock, to see Florian come apart under him, because of him. He's seen him come more times than he can count, but to be the cause of that, to fuck him properly until he's mindless with it- fuck, the thought alone has him aching.

He works his tongue in alongside his finger, thrusting with both at once as Florian squirms and mutters at him. He gets his fingers tangled in Eskel's hair again and it's all Eskel can do to keep from pushing into him immediately and fucking him quick and hard.

He reaches beneath him, wrapping a hand around his own cock and squeezing hard, it does little to ease the need, but he rocks into it slightly, moaning against Florian's hole with each little shift of his hips.

"Eskel," Florian grunts, "fuck Eskel I'm gonna come."

"That's it, darling, come for me." He barely gets his tongue back inside him before Florian's jerking hard and coming again, his cock completely untouched where it sits against his hip.

Eskel gives a few more thrusts before withdrawing and climbing up over him. He slips off to one side and wraps Florian in his arms, rolling them both onto their sides as he kisses him. Florian lingers, pushing back when Eskel means to pull away and he winds up half on top of him, their legs tangled together.

Eskel rubs his back gently before slipping down over the swell of his ass. He pushes back between his cheeks, pushing two fingertips into him immediately. Florian groans and rocks his hips, rutting against Eskel's hip. He's slick with his own come and it makes it easy for Eskel to shift just so until they're pressed together, sliding together with each thrust. He shuts his eyes and nuzzles into Florian's neck, kissing his throat and humming against him.

His finger press deeper and he thrusts gently, giving Florian a chance to adjust to him, but he rocks his hips and pushes back onto him like nothing, his soft moans muffles against Eskels chest. Eskel rolls him onto his side to get a better angle, pressing fully into him with both fingers.

He kisses him hard, and they slot together perfectly, rutting against each other as Eskel works him open, fucks him with his fingers. Florian squeezes around him and Eskel just thrusts quicker, harder. He gets a third finger into him and Florian moans into his mouth.

"Please," he groans, "Eskel I can take it, I want your cock."

"Yeah," Eskel breathes, "come on my fingers and I'll fuck you all night."

Florian groans, arching off Eskel's chest and shifting his hips back. Eskel withdraws and slides a hand down his thigh, burying his fingers in the thick hair and tugging his leg up over his hip. They rock in tandem and Eskel gets a hand between Florian's thighs, slipping into him again. Like this, he has a better angle and he can reach Florian's prostate properly. He angles his fingers toward it, bumping against it with every thrust.

When Florian comes this time, he kisses Eskel hard, biting his bottom lip and sucking hard. He whines and bucks when Eskel pulls out again, but Eskel doesn't hesitate before pressing the head of his cock against him and thrusting in. He pulls him close so he can get deep, thrusting hard into him.

Florian is tight around him and the pressure makes him dizzy after denying himself so long. He holds himself back because he knows he can get another orgasm out of Florian before he comes himself. He pushes his fingers through the hair on his thighs again, tugging a little as he pushes deep.

His breath comes hard and Florian pants against him, neither able to catch their breath as they rock together. Florian's hands are on his neck and his face and his shoulders, grasping at whatever bit of him he can reach and Eskel presses into his arms. They're flush against each other when he comes, buried deep and shuddering. He presses his face into Florian's shoulder, taking deep breaths, but he keeps going, thrusting into him until Florian's shattering apart in his arms, whining and moaning Eskel's name.

Eskel waits to catch his breath before slipping out of him and wrapping himself around Flor. He's still hard, but he's exhausted, emotionally more than anything, and it feels like more effort than it's worth to get up and clean off. Florian presses up close, getting a hand between them to brush his fingers up the length of Eskel's cock.

"My turn?" he asks. Eskel just huffs a laugh and takes his hand, sliding it around his neck.

"Maybe later," he hums, "right now, this is nice just like this."

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