Without notice, Tala flipped him again, and Wren got whiplash as he ended up straddling Tala as the man relaxed on the blankets, torn clothes, and ashes underneath. It was not a position Wren had expected, and he looked to Tala for some sort of explanation.Tala said nothing as he slid his hands down Wren's back and relaxed him into a seated position on his thighs. In that position, the length of Tala was unavoidable, taking up most of Tala's lower abdomen, and Wren snapped his gaze up to the man's crimson eyes with nervousness.

"I'm not sure what you expect me to do up here..." Wren rasped, thrumming his fingers on Tala's tight muscles and running the other one through his own long hair, pushing it back behind his shoulder only to have it fall forward not a moment later.

"You said you like feeling powerful, and I want you all over me, so perhaps we can compromise. Not a word I use, I'll admit." Tala's crimson eyes flared as he ran his thumb over his own lip and bit down on it.

"I'm not entirely following," Wren said, unable to take his gaze away from the long, black tail of hair Tala was now playing with, rolling over his fingers, and spinning in the air.

"It wasn't that vague. Fuck me, Wren." The F was so sharp that Wren flinched, looked down at Tala's groin area unintentionally, and then bounced his gaze back up to the way Tala was patiently waiting.

"You want me to..." Wren rubbed his face as he tried to calculate the possibility that he was having a really strange dream. Certainly he was still locked up in the dungeons, in one long continuous fantasy about being free and then dominating his master. Someone needed to slap him because this was getting too infeasible. "I always expected to be the one biting the pillow." Wren hissed through his teeth.

Tala rolled his eyes to the left and let out a disdainful breath. "You will, just not now. Shan informed me that doing that to a human requires... patience and care, both of which I'm short on at the moment. It will be easier for that once we're bound properly. For now, you'll have to pleasure me."

Wren wasn't entirely sure that Tala understood how all that worked, but he was also lost on the first part. "You talked to Shan about..."

"What? Fuck no. The man shoved me in a corner a day ago and told me some things that I 'needed to know' but 'wouldn't ask about'. As much as I enjoy hearing your gasps of pain, I don't want to hurt you, not like that."

A frown set into Tala's features that had the man's arousal sinking, and a part of Wren warmed when he fully understood. It was strange to have a man enjoy hurting him, but also not want to hurt him–not something he could ever explain to a person who knew how he'd been tortured.

"You want me to..." Wren was still trying to process how this was enjoyable to Talamayas' alpha male existence.

While he thought, Tala shifted, spreading his legs and moving Wren in-between them before gripping the right side of his red hair and using it to pull Wren down on top of him. Wren swallowed hard as he caught himself on Tala's chest, painfully aware of the way his shaft slid across and rested against Tala's arousal. And Tala stirred as he pulled Wren's face to his and kissed him. It was briefer than the first time Tala had tried to eat him alive, but also so hot that Wren's lips tingled when Tala released him.

"Wren," Tala said into his face, running his fingers down the side of it. "I want you all over me, in me, touching me, fucking me, and melding with me until there is only one soul here. I want us joined, you understand? If you want to know truthfully, I do get a rise out of commanding you to do something and having you submit. So, will you, Wren Song? Submit to me? Body and Soul as you promised?"

"You're good at manipulating me, you know that?" Wren asked, lifting himself up from him with his hands on his chest. He had to move his hair out of the way again just to see the smirk on Tala's face, and Wren averted his gaze with annoyance.

"I don't want to manipulate you, Wren. I want you to want it. If you don't want to..."

"I don't think it's a matter of want, Tala," Wren whipped at him, his eyebrows crunched so low that Tala's smirk fell to concern. "It just looks less like submitting and more like me fucking you for my own pleasure. Is that even enjoyable for you..."

Wren had to stop speaking as Tala slid his hand down, gripped himself, and awkwardly ruined anything Wren had been thinking as Tala spilled out into his own fingers. A moment of silence dragged on with Tala's head lolled back on the bench, and Wren was unable to find words.

"Wren, can we just fuck before my thing falls off?" Tala begged, using the blankets to make himself at least somewhat presentable. "Yes, you excite me. On top of me, below me, anywhere on me, in me, around me. Shit, Wren. If you find fucking me that desirable, then do it." Tala drew out the last two words so sharp and hard that Wren reddened.

Wren rubbed his face with his hand and stared into Tala's bright desperate eyes. The man was watching him, waiting for him, and wanting him in a way that Wren still had a hard time fathoming. It didn't take much thought to do any of this though, only raw emotion and desire, both of which Wren was full of.

Taking the lead was new, but Tala gave easily when Wren slid his hands down his thighs and pressed them upward with his hands. Part of him wanted to take Tala's erection in his hand and work it, but he knew that would last about as long as barely grazing it had last time. If he wanted to do that, it would have be near the end, so he slipped his gaze up to Tala and found him gripping the blanket and waiting with his head rolled back. It stiffened Wren just to see how much Tala wanted him, but he still had never done any of this before.

Talamayas was a vampire, so Wren imagined there was no real risk to just sticking it in, but it was still a new experience that he had to work himself up to. Just like Tala, he wanted to be all over him, to feel him, and Wren leaned over Tala with his legs open and kissed him gently on the lips. A growl escaped Tala as Wren hovered not a second later, teasing Tala with the touch of his lips before lowering his mouth to Tala's neck. Running a hand up from his groin to his pectoral muscle, Wren found Tala's hand where it had relaxed on his chest and wound his fingers in his.

Wren sucked the skin of Talamayas' neck into his mouth and bit down on it so hard that the man bucked and let out a low growl that sounded hostile even though it wasn't. Tala's fingers tightened on his as Wren treaded the flesh with his teeth. The mark was small and would fade in a matter of seconds, but the feeling of Tala in his mouth wouldn't. Lying over Tala had Wren wrapped in his aura of dark energy, absorbing it into him as he slowly sat back up and took Tala's hand with him, depositing it on his knee before he used it to prop back his thighs again.

Wren placed himself at Tala's entrance and hesitated long enough to see Tala biting his lip in anticipation, waiting with his crimson eyes cast at the ceiling for him to move, to take him. The urge was overwhelming, so much so that Wren had to temper his desire and slowly insert himself, watching the way Tala stretched to accommodate him, and relishing the whine that slipped out of Tala's lips. The man wanted him, and Wren was in control of how much he could have, which made him moving slower all the more enticing.

That, and a lack of lubrication made everything initially tight in a way that had Wren panting not a few shallow thrusts in. A knowing chuckle from Tala made Wren want to wrap his hands around the man's throat and choke him, that or flick his dick to make him shamefully orgasm again much too soon. Instead, Wren used his full weight to thrust into him so abruptly that Tala's laugh choked off for a gasp that toed the line between pain and pleasure. It was followed by a low purr of a threatening growl as Tala narrowed his eyes at him.

For just a moment, Wren froze, the look in Tala's eyes too predatory for him to progress, and his own conscience wondering if he'd actually hurt him. It was dispelled only when Tala smiled and licked his lips, arching his hips just enough to put pressure on Wren where he was fully sheathed in him. It squeezed him just so much that Wren shuddered and had to grip Talamayas' knees before he himself ended this too soon. Unlike, Tala, Wren couldn't shoot three times in a matter of minutes.

Not only did Wren want to prolong this for the way it felt when he unsheathed himself and thrust back in, he liked how Tala's magic consumed him and melted away any lingering pain from the seals. It was bliss as he moved, each thrust stroking the length of him with heat and dark magic that urged him to repeat, just as the sound of Tala's gasps filled him completely. The sounds and sensations drove Wren to move faster, to make them repeat, and to heighten them until there was nothing but them.

Gasps and groans mixed in a chorus, the slap of flesh on flesh as they moved together, and the entanglement of their energy, Wren's own light magic roaring and tussling with the dark flames of Tala's as they moved. Flames popped and sputtered around Wren as he let go of the fight against his pleasure and allowed his body take him where it wanted. It lasted all but seconds as he gripped Tala's thighs, pulled him forward and plunged into the man one final time.

It was more than just a wave of ecstasy from Wren's groin up his spine and back again; it was a completeness, a joining that couldn't be undone, and a shared elevation as he spilled out into Talamayas. A moan escaped Wren's lips and stretched the length of time that he filled Tala, shallow thrusts stoking and renewing the pleasure. Wren didn't want any of it to end, not the pleasure nor Tala's lidded gaze watching and absorbing every moment as he dug his finger into the cushions.

It did end though–in an abrupt push of Talamayas' arm that had Wren on his back so quickly that the room spun. Fangs thrust into Wren's throat while he wasn't yet off the high from reaching his peak, and Wren shuddered awkwardly as scalding liquid spilled out onto his stomach.

Wren clenched the blanket and turned his head into the couch to contain the cry of agony as Talamayas locked him in place and drank from him while he burned his pleasure into his stomach and chest. It was the longest thirty seconds of Wren's life with Talamayas latched on his throat before the man came too and pulled away.

The groan out of Wren's lips this time was not of pleasure but more of the reality that this activity was going to end with him burned one way or another. At least this time it hadn't been intentional, he hoped.

"Shit. Sorry, Wren," Talamayas said, grabbing the only clean edge of the blanket he could find and wiping the boiled sperm off of Wren's chest. Wren seriously wondered if the man could procreate with that sort of affliction. At least it hadn't been hot enough to take his skin off, but it hadn't been pleasant and a red smudge darkened his lower abdomen.

"I guess you never use condoms," Wren growled.

Tala gave him a deer-eyed look that sent Wren over the edge and had him shaking laughter. Of course Tala had no idea what a condom was. Fucking desert hermits.

"Are you angry?" Tala asked, sitting on his knees, naked and pressed against the back of the bench in worry.

"What, no."

"Good!" Talamayas chirped happily as soon as the word had left his mouth. Several hundred pounds of raw-muscled, naked vampire fell on him, and Wren let out a gasp of breath as the man crushed him to his chest and licked the side of his neck in a lewd stroke. "Sorry, you were leaking."

"Right..." Wren rasped, closing his eyes and relaxing into Tala's arms. Tala conjured another blanket and lay it on them, tucking Wren in so precisely that he couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry that my people had you hiding in here, by the way," Tala said against the back of his neck as they relaxed. "They don't mean to."

"I know, Tala. I know. It's something we can talk about when I have brain cells left. Right now, I have a burn on my stomach, an ache in my loins, and I just want to pass out in your arms. Is that allowed, Master Talamayas?"

Tala snorted. "My people don't even call me master, at least not my face. It's only used when I'm not around to show their respect for me."

"I know. It's just one of the last nights I can say it before we're bound. Soon we'll be equals," Wren chuckled, but Tala was abnormally silent behind him.

All Tala did was run a hand down his hair, press his face into the back of his head, and snuff out every flame in the room. Once they were in shadow again, Tala angled his face just enough to nibble on the back of his ear before falling into sleep.

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