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“Will you now?” Daven’s chest tightened when more static came to Ryneth’s rescue, frying a cable in its wake. The room flickered for a long second, and he knew now exactly when Ryneth had arrived on Helion. It had been during his Aureate. He’d felt him then.

This beautiful fool who still thought the world was a fair place.

“Will you let them take me?” Ryneth asked.

“Oh, baby.” Daven’s air whooshed over Ryneth’s body, exposing more of his skin while his hips kept gyrating against the other man’s. “If they try to collect you, I’ll collect you first.”

With a final kiss, Daven climbed off the bed and looked to where Ryneth lay, eyes blown from the opium that still swam in his blood. His lips were swollen from the kisses, his skin flushed, his silver eyes too bright under those white lashes.

“So beautiful,” Daven praised as he reached for the lube.

Ryneth’s eyes tracked his every movement. He licked his lips when his gaze snagged on the oil in Daven’s palm, then he gave him a slow once-over.

“Ever done this before, aethera?”

Ryneth tilted his chin in defiance, but Daven grinned when he saw his eyes flicker with hesitation.

“Well? Ever played with another man? Ever showed him how to be a good boy?” Stalking back to the bed, he climbed on and settled between Ryneth’s spread legs, the air pinning the other man in exactly the position he wanted him.

“Of course I have,” Ryneth bristled, but his blush suggested otherwise. “Do you think I’m a virgin?”

“I don’t know. Are you?” Daven traced a slick finger over Ryneth’s inner thighs, down to his balls and up his hard, silky shaft. “Trust me, with how I’m going to show you what obedience looks like, it’s safer to mention it before.”

Blue light flickered in the room.

Daven looked around, caught by its beauty. By its significance. Ryneth’s static really was like a voice for emotions Ryneth didn’t dignify with words himself.

“I’ll take that as a yes, aethera.”

Squeezing his balls, he used his air to hoist one of Ryneth’s long legs over his shoulder.

“First of all, you drive me fucking crazy.” He reached out and splayed his palm over Ryneth’s heart. The moment he made contact, the static died. “If you have something to say, use your words. Don’t try to fry me.”

Ryneth fumed, nostrils flaring. His mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but the words froze on his lips before they were formed.

“No? Got nothing to say to that? What about this?”

Lifting Ryneth’s other leg, Daven threw it over his free shoulder, making sure both his thighs were spread wide, then showed Ryneth the bottle and poured the oil onto his crease.

“Fuck, that’s cold.”

“Don’t worry, aethera. You’ll soon be warm. Now, tell me.” Daven left open-mouthed kisses on Ryneth’s inner thighs and moved up to his weeping dick, licking his way up to the wet tip. “Are you still a virgin?”

Ryneth squeezed his eyes shut and gave a jerk of his chin.

That was…strangely cute. And fucking amazing. Ryneth was his. And he was Ryneth’s first. His first fuck.

His only fuck.

The thrumming under Daven’s skin intensified.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll ravage you nice and easy. Hold you by nothing but my air,” Daven promised. He slid his wet fingers down Ryneth's rim and circled the delicate skin, watching as Ryneth tensed, lips wobbling, enjoying the needy whimper the touch pulled from the man’s throat. “Feel that, aethera? That’s me marking you with my hands.”

Dipping his fingers inside Ryneth’s hole, he felt the muscles tighten around him.

Ryneth groaned. “It doesn’t feel good. It feels weird.”

“Relax for me and it will soon feel better.”