Scribbles and Drabbles

Hunter Thrall 4

Luke woke up to an extra body that he was expecting. Well, two, but he had guessed that the Hunter would take the chance to stay next to him as long as possible. The fae didn't need to sleep as long as him and not no doubt awake. The familiar, more familiar than he would like to admit, weight of Dami was more surprising. He glanced over his shoulder and found the boy singled up to him tightly. This was not the first time for Dami to show up at his door after a night out drunk. That was most likely what had happened, but he hadn't been the one to let him in.

"My Lord?" The fae's hands had started moving over him now he was awake., not quite groping but not entirely innocent either.

"Morning, little mouse," the Hunter purred, kissing his cheek as Luke looked up at him. The sound rumbled through him, and Luke shifted his hips slightly. He remembered that sound well and pleasure that usually followed.

"I thought you said you wouldn't take anyone if I came with you," Luke gave a disapproving look, trying to remain relaxed in the hold.

The Hunter shrugged, a hungry glaze reaching behind him. "The lamb came to me, well to you, for shelter. I let him stay. I'm not planning to keep him from today unless you wouldn't mind?" The eyes fixed to him again, and there was a flicker of curiosity. "He's too delectable to never claim, but I assumed you'd want a little while to get used to being mine again."

"Yes," Luke agreed, bowing his head, feeling his cheeks burn. He'd protest the Hunter claiming his friend but at least he would late him later. There was a chance the Hunter would forget about him, or someone else would catch his eye. "I don't need to worry about serving you for the first time with Dami there as well."

The Hunter made a thoughtful noise before burying his face into Luke's hair. His arms tightening around him for a moment. Luke's heart fluttered, and he tensed. There was a vaguely annoyed sigh. "I'm happy you accept your place, but I would hope I'm not that scary. I have never hurt you while you have served me."

"Hurt? No, I suppose you haven't really," Luke admitted softly. The issues had never been while serving but rather in between. The endless fights between the courtiers and the lack of support when he needed it.

"I'm glad," the Hunter hummed twisting over to pull Luke under him.

"My Lord?" Luke breathed as he was straddled, his body tensing again.

The Hunter grinned down at him ferally before leaning down to kiss him. Unlike the day before, the kiss was not chaste or gentle but rough and feral. His tongue slipped into Luke and tangled with his, as hands tangled into Luke's hair. Luke pressed up into the kiss, finding himself drawn into the touch. It had been a while since he had allowed another this close and to hold him intimately. He was embarrassed at the sound of need he made as the Hunter pulled away. A second chaste kiss was pressed to the corner of his lip as the Hunter chuckled.

"Enjoy that?"

"Shut up," Luke flushed, looking away. The Hunter rolled his lips against him slightly, and Luke bit his lip to stop a moan escaping. That felt good.

"Wasn't talking to you, little mouse."