Page 41 of Coven of Corpses

The first swipe of Demmy's tongue made Cody close his eyes. He had to pause, forehead resting against Demmy's thigh as he caught his breath, gooseflesh coming up across his back.

"Don't stop," Demmy urged, his breath hot against Cody's sensitive skin as he kissed and licked him. “Keep going.”

Cody resumed his attentions, taking Demmy deep while Demmy did the same to him. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the wet heat of Demmy's mouth around him, the weight and taste of Demmy on his tongue. They found a rhythm, pushing and pulling, giving and taking in equal measure.

It was perfect and messy and desperate, and Cody felt himself getting close embarrassingly quickly. He pulled off, gasping.

"I'm going to come if we keep this up.”

Demmy released him with a final, teasing lick. "Would that be so bad?"

“Never.” He faced him, still straddling his torso so he could lean down for a wet and sloppy kiss. “But I want to be inside you when I come," Cody said, voice rougher than he intended.

The effect was immediate. Demmy’s pupils dilated, nearly swallowing the blue of his iris, and he nodded wordlessly. “I want that, too.”

Cody climbed off and reached for the nightstand, retrieving the lube. His hands were steady despite the urgency thrumming through his veins. He slicked his fingers and pressed one gently against Demmy's entrance. Demmy's breath hitched, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the touch. Cody worked him open patiently, adding a second finger, then a third, watching Demmy's face as each moment of pleasure flashed across it. His cock pulsed with the need to be inside him.

"I'm ready," Demmy said after a few minutes, his voice strained. "Please, Cody."

Cody removed his fingers and generously slicked his cock. He got into position between Demmy's spread thighs and aligned himself.

"Look at me," Cody said softly.

Demmy's locked eyes with him as Cody pushed forward slowly, sinking into the tight heat of Demmy's body. They both groaned at the sensation.

"Christ, you feel good," Cody breathed, one hand planted in the middle of Demmy’s chest allowing him to feel his heart racing. He held still once he was fully seated, giving Demmy time to adjust.

"Move," Demmy urged, wrapping his legs around Cody's waist. "Please, Cody, move."

Cody began to thrust, establishing a steady rhythm that had them both gasping. He shifted the angle slightly, searching for the spot that would drive Demmy wild. When Demmy cried out, his back arching off the bed, he knew he’d found it.

"There?" Cody asked with a grin.

"Yes," Demmy gasped. "Right there. Don't stop."

Cody kept up the pace, making sure to hit that spot with each thrust. He reached between them, wrapping his big hand around Demmy's cock, stroking in time with his movements.

The sight of Demmy beneath him, face flushed with pleasure, body taking everything Cody gave him, was the most beautiful thing Cody had ever seen. He'd never tire of it.

"I'm close," Demmy warned, his voice breaking. "So close.”

"Let go. Come for me."

A few more strokes and Demmy was there, his body tensing as his orgasm overtook him. He cried out Cody's name, his release spilling hot over Cody's fist and onto his stomach. The sight of Demmy lost in pleasure, combined with the rhythmic tightening of his body around Cody's cock, was enough to push him over the edge as well.

He came with a shout, hips shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over him. For a moment, everything else fell away—all the work stress, Felicia’s death, the family drama, the constant low-level anxiety that had been his companion for so damn long. There was only this, only Demmy, only the connection between them.

When the last aftershocks had passed, Cody carefully pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside him. They lay there breathing hard, their bodies cooling in the night air.

After a moment, Cody roused himself enough to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned them both up with gentle swipes, then tossed the cloth in the general direction of the hamper.

"Missed," Demmy mumbled, a smile in his voice.

"Close enough," Cody replied, settling back down and pulling Demmy against his chest. "I'll get it later."

They lay in comfortable silence, Cody tracing idle patterns on Demmy's skin. In these quiet moments after, Cody often found himself marveling at how lucky he was. Of all the turns his life had taken—some good, many bad—finding his way to Demmy was the one thing he'd never regret.

"What are you thinking about?" Demmy asked, his voice soft in the dimly lit room.