Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

Indulgence

This is chapter 200 of this story and to celebrate, we have a double length, double smut, 10,000 word chapter. Fitting I guess 🤷‍♀️
Anyway, enjoy spending Yule at the Abbey🖤

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Quinn woke up alone in Air’s bed, surrounded by his scent. He cracked his eyes open and smiled. The air ghoul was over the other side of the room, sitting hunched over his desk and poring through some of his recently developed photographs. He was naked as the day he was born and Quinn drank in the sight of him.

He shifted slightly so that he had a better view, about to speak, but Air was so engrossed in what he was doing that it seemed like a real shame to disturb him.

He was exquisite, sitting there with his back to Quinn, the soft morning light from the arched window bathing his skin. Quinn’s hand drifted down from its place on the pillow, claws scraping over his chest and lower, savouring his own attentions. He skimmed gentle fingers around the demon brand at his hip, making himself shiver as the sensations caused his already aching cock to throb.

He bit his lip as he closed his hand around it, suppressing a groan, because why ruin this by alerting Air too soon? He wanted to feast on the sight of his mate for a little while first. He wanted to draw this out for as long as he could.

Quinn stroked himself, slowly and firmly, taking his time, lips parted, cock leaking already. The drag of his palm against his hardened flesh was oh so sweet. He hoped that Air wouldn’t scent the slick that he could feel he’d made, that he could smell wafting from him as he watched Air’s taut skin moving over the muscles of his back.

Healing claw marks scored the skin and Quinn closed his eyes, relishing the memory of how they got there. He remembered all of the times he’d looked down at Air, mesmerised as he fucked the other ghoul and raked his claws down that pale expanse, leaving his marks in his flesh.

Quinn licked his lips, hand stroking faster now. Fuck, it felt so good. The scent of last night’s sex lingered on the sheets and he breathed it in, savouring the memory and revelling in it.

He stilled, holding his breath when Air changed position ever so slightly, thinking that the game was up. Any minute he expected him to whip his head around, purple eyes meeting his, but no. The thrill of being caught made it that much hotter.

Air sighed and resumed sifting through the stacks of photographs, separating them into different piles, giving them his full and undivided attention. He was completely oblivious to how his mundane actions were affecting Quinn.

Quinn took a deep breath, dragging the air into his lungs slowly so that it didn’t make a sound and his hand picked up where he’d left off. He gripped himself harder, thinking of the way it felt to have Air’s hands on him, or his mouth. Oh fuck, his mouth. So hot and so wet and so fucking talented. Tongue swirling around him, lips encasing him, teeth and fangs scraping over sensitive heated flesh.

It was getting more and more difficult to stay quiet and Quinn’s whole body tensed up, the rhythm of his strokes getting sloppy as he slowly lost himself. His lips parted again, jaw going slack, eyes rolling back but he forced himself to look at Air.

He remembered that last time they’d been to the cabin, a mere smattering of days ago. The feeling of being helplessly at the mercy of his mate, of being tied up, face in the furs and fucked like the animal that he was shoved him ever further towards the edge.