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The sheets were tangled around his feet, the impression in the bed was still warm. He ached, the good ache of tired muscles and soreness from being taken, hard, more than once. He hoped Devin was as sore. He stretched, opening one eye and blinking at the clock. That couldn't be the time, could it?
Of course it could. He'd tangled with a Leanan Sidhe, literally, all night. It was a wonder he was awake this early. Not that he really felt like moving. He snuggled down into the bed again, though he moved his head to look around the room. No sign of him, but there was the sound of running water, now that he could focus a little.
A guitar in the corner and Fergus was surprised Devin had actually brought him back to his room. It wasn't something he'd heard he did often. Then again, Fergus wasn't his usual prey either. He smiled, just a little bit. The boy had a chip the size of a sequoia on his shoulder. That much had been obvious from a mile away.
But what had started out as frustrated, angry, almost brutal had slid into something more delicate, teasing, drawn out and breathtaking. Each sensation played to the fullest. Each moan swallowed, each caress sliding across slickened skin, and Fergus understood too well why his kind stayed away from Devin's. To be able to be affected, wrapped up and overcome that way...it wasn't their way to surrender so, to let someone take them higher, feeding off what they felt. It wasn't dignified. Something for mortals and other non-magical beings, but not for them.
Far too easily addictive, to have your control of nature, of the very world around you stripped away and focused utterly in on one other creature, until you just begged him to do what he pleased.
He had to hold back with the mortals. Had to, Fergus thought with a shake of his head. None of them could handle it. He almost thought he wouldn't survive another bout of it.
And yet he pulled himself from the bed, despite the room spinning and moved toward he sound of the water to find out.
Of course it could. He'd tangled with a Leanan Sidhe, literally, all night. It was a wonder he was awake this early. Not that he really felt like moving. He snuggled down into the bed again, though he moved his head to look around the room. No sign of him, but there was the sound of running water, now that he could focus a little.
A guitar in the corner and Fergus was surprised Devin had actually brought him back to his room. It wasn't something he'd heard he did often. Then again, Fergus wasn't his usual prey either. He smiled, just a little bit. The boy had a chip the size of a sequoia on his shoulder. That much had been obvious from a mile away.
But what had started out as frustrated, angry, almost brutal had slid into something more delicate, teasing, drawn out and breathtaking. Each sensation played to the fullest. Each moan swallowed, each caress sliding across slickened skin, and Fergus understood too well why his kind stayed away from Devin's. To be able to be affected, wrapped up and overcome that way...it wasn't their way to surrender so, to let someone take them higher, feeding off what they felt. It wasn't dignified. Something for mortals and other non-magical beings, but not for them.
Far too easily addictive, to have your control of nature, of the very world around you stripped away and focused utterly in on one other creature, until you just begged him to do what he pleased.
He had to hold back with the mortals. Had to, Fergus thought with a shake of his head. None of them could handle it. He almost thought he wouldn't survive another bout of it.
And yet he pulled himself from the bed, despite the room spinning and moved toward he sound of the water to find out.