Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore 1)

Emil’s gaze darkened, and he leaned forward to claim Adam’s lips in a breathless kiss. “I don’t know what it is, but from that night when I met you, I could sense… you were meant for me. As if we were supposed to meet.” Emil’s mouth twisted, and he looked away, letting his shoulders drop. “No. It’s stupid. I don’t want to overthink it.”

Adam grabbed Emil’s chin to make their eyes meet. “It’s not stupid. You’ll be mine to enjoy now.”

A bright flush crept up Emil’s face. “Whoa! Talk about escalation. You’ve been bottling this up for a long time, haven’t you?” He teased, and started lowering his sweatpants to reveal that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The line of muscle at his hips was something Adam—the demon—wanted to lick, but his hunger only grew when Emil’s half-hard dick popped out, long, and smooth, and gorgeous from the tip hiding under the foreskin to the bush of dark hair around the base.

“Take off all of it,” Adam demanded, breathlessly watching Emil’s balls sway between his firm thighs, a treat he’d soon savor.

Emil got up to push off his pants all the way to the floor, and he stood in front of Adam in all his glory. His chest moved as if he were psyching himself up to step into the fire of Adam’s lust. All that imposing flesh, the buttocks, the cock, the pecs, the biceps, would soon roast, and Adam would be there to drink the juices.

But Adam wasn’t the only one to stare, and he relished the glint of excitement in Emil’s gaze. This man, who Adam had had endless dreams about, truly desired him as well.

Emil stroked Adam’s hair, as if he were caressing a beloved pet, and Adam found himself leaning into the touch. He was terrified of the way the demon took over his body with such ease, but Emil was there with his kisses, gentle hands, and glances that felt like honey on Adam’s tongue. If they survived this night, Adam knew he’d secretly cherish the memory until the day he died.

And yet no matter how much he enjoyed the illicit view, he shouldn’t. God, he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be staring at a man as if he was to be indulged in.

“Do you have… a preference?” Emil asked, massaging Adam’s jaw with his fingertips, as if he feared that he might scare him off by touching too firmly.

“I want to swallow your cock,” Adam’s lips said, and despite the fright lodged deep inside him like a splinter, he knew the demon wasn’t lying. Devoted to keeping eye contact with his soon-to-be lover, he stepped off the bed and unbuckled his belt before shoving down his shorts and underwear.

Emil’s pupils widened, and he licked his lips as his gaze became a dusky forest. “Oh, so that’s how it is.” His smile became predatory in the best of ways when it strayed to Adam’s crotch. “Go on then, do what you came here for.” He grabbed Adam’s short hair and gently urged him to kneel. “You’ve been hiding a gem under that cassock.”

Desire welled up in Adam’s chest as he followed the nonverbal order. He’d never been this intimate with another man. He’d never even kissed anyone, yet the demon took off all the layers of fabric that kept him safe and offered his body to Emil, as if his free will meant nothing. Naked and obscenely close to Emil’s growing dick, he could barely stand the green gaze studying the most private parts of him, yet it fed his arousal all the same.

“Only you’re allowed to see me like this. And only I can see you like this from now on.”

Emil blinked a few times, his chest sinking as if he’d forgotten to breathe. “Oh-okay. I can do that. I’d like that.”

Adam’s heart fluttered with emotion, and he leaned forward, embracing Emil’s waist and pressing his face to the trail of hair between Emil’s navel and his pubes. The stiffening dick pressed against his throat as he took a long drag of the rich scent vaporizing on Adam’s skin. It filled his lungs and went to his head like the purest spirit, invoking a vision of a whole herd of bison dashing across a meadow, tall mountains behind them, wolves howling in the distance.

But devouring his scent wasn’t enough, so Adam licked the soap-scented flesh before trailing kisses down that tempting ridge of muscle, until Emil’s cock rolled along his jawline and patted his cheek, as if asking for attention.

Adam didn’t even know when he moved his hand and squeezed Emil’s balls. Ripe like two plums, they rolled between his fingers as he caressed the sac, lips only an inch away from the cockhead peeking out from under the foreskin.

“I imagined this many times. I was jealous of the man you told me about, but now this is all mine,” Adam found himself saying while Emil’s throat worked, as if he were imagining himself returning the favor.