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“No, what?” Daven reached for the glass and swirled the amber liquid before taking a long swallow. The alcohol burned sweetly in his throat, arousing him. He grabbed the back of Ryneth’s neck and pressed his thumb into the hinge of his jaw, forcing his mouth open.

Ryneth only managed, “You—” before Daven poured the sweet liquor straight into his mouth. Then he licked the sugar from Ryneth’s lips and sucked at him until Ryneth groaned. “Hmm. Tastes good.”

Ryneth grabbed Daven’s waist, nails digging in as he muttered, “Asshole,” into the kiss. He fought it for a heartbeat, then gave in and drank.

“Fuck, aethera, look at you. So sweet.”

Ryneth groaned in his hold, eyes flashing with beautiful fury.

“Is this what you need?” Daven pulled back an inch and licked the trace of Ryneth’s mouth before eyeing those swollen, wet lips.

He dropped more alcohol, then licked it from the corner of Ryneth's mouth, whispering, “Your body is a liar, Ryneth. It tells me you are exactly where you want to be.”

Grabbing Ryneth’s hand, he guided it to his cock. He was already rock hard. “Feel that, baby. That’s where you come when the buzzing starts.”

“You are an arrogant fuck,” Ryneth panted, but his fingers wrapped around the length. He squeezed.

Daven’s lips curved up. “That’s right. But I know this is hard for you. And I happen to love drinking your resistance.”

“What do you mean?” Ryneth asked, then gasped when Daven slowly sank to his knees.

“Look at you,” Daven murmured, looking up through his lashes. “Still wrecked from this morning, and you’re already shaking for me again.”

Ryneth’s breath hitched. “N-no.”

Daven chuckled. “Cute.” Then he unfastened Ryneth’s fly with his teeth, pulled his cock free, and licked a long stripe over the length. “Talk to me.”

Ryneth’s hips jerked back on instinct, fingers twisting hard in Daven’s hair like he still thought he could stop this.

“You don’t even know what you’re fighting anymore, do you?” Gripping his ass hard enough to bruise, Daven dragged him back where he wanted him. Then he buried his face against Ryneth’s groin. “Maybe I don’t either.”

The words hit harder than they should have. For one ugly second, Moargan’s voice flashed through him again, all public law and blood-right, all but telling him to claim what was already halfway under his skin.

Then, leaning in, he dragged his tongue from base to crown and caught the first bead of precum with a hum. “Keep talking while you fuck my mouth.”

“Oh… fuck.” Ryneth’s knees buckled.

Daven caught him by the hips before he could fall, holding him there while he licked over the head again, eyes fixed on Ryneth’s face. “That’s it.”

Taking just the tip into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the slit before sinking down in one slow pull. Ryneth moaned and tipped his head back, staring up at the planets beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Daven pushed deeper until the head hit the back of his throat, held him there for a beat, then slid back with a wet pop, reaching into his own trousers and fisting himself once. “Now talk,” he said. “Tell me why you keep fighting me.”

Ryneth made a broken noise, fingers knotting in Daven’s hair. “I don’t know,” he choked out when Daven pulled off just enough to let him speak. “I don’t know what this is. I can’t think when you⁠—”

Daven’s mouth closed over him again, cutting him off. He swallowed him down once, then pulled back, stroking him with his tongue. “Neither do I, but it feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” His hand tightened on Ryneth’s hip. “So stop fighting me for one minute and tell me what you wanted before this. Before me.”

“Fuck,” Ryneth whispered, knees shaking. “Daven... please.”

“Please what?” Daven murmured, licking slowly back up the length. “You don’t need to think. Just tell me.”

“I wanted...” Ryneth gasped as Daven took him again, hips jerking hard enough to throw him off balance. “I wanted to build things. I kept thinking if I learned enough, I could make them stronger. The walls, the bridges, the wards... all of it. I wanted to know how to make something that would actually hold.”

Using his air, he sent a cold gust against the wet tip. Ryneth gasped, body jolting at the contrast. “Stay right there,” Daven said, his own breath unsteady now. “Right on the edge.”

For one strange second, all Daven could hear was the sound of him. The hitch of breath. The shudder in his legs. The small, wrecked noises he kept trying to swallow down. He didn’t understand what this was any more than Ryneth did. He only knew it felt too good. Too close. Like something in him had been waiting for this and was only now realizing it.

“Tell me I’m the only thing that makes it stop,” he hissed. “Say it.”