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kueble · 3 years

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We All have a Hunger

I decided that Eskel in my Demon!au deserves a nice incubus boyfriend. Meet Eskel’s incubus boyfriend, Theo. I commissioned this sketch from Bigfutjeril on twitter:

Explicit, warnings: intersex OC, 3,700 words.

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The path through the forest is just as noticeable as the townsfolk told him it would be. Eskel tries to push the odd feelings he got from the people who had summoned him out of his head and focus on the contract he agreed to fulfill. There was an incubus preying on this village, and they summoned him to take care of it. Not his usual vengeance deal, but they were so full of rage that he had agreed to it. Their emotions fed his hunger well, and he’ll take care of their little incubus problem.

The path widens into a clearing with a tiny cottage standing in the middle. It looks pretty run down, but Eskel’s found creatures that feed off human energies tend to hole up in abandoned houses and buildings. They’re usually not as well off as the lust demons since their magic can’t sway humans as well as a full-fledged demon can. Still, this cottage seems pretty far out of the way and doesn’t strike him as a den of sin.

There’s a flash of red light as Eskel’s silver sword materializes in his hands, and then he steps up to the door. He has a weird urge to knock, but instead throws the door open to see what the situation is. He’s not expecting the surprised squawk that greets him, or the incubus to put up no fight at all. The creature is washing dishes at the sink and drops a bowl in its shock before turning to look at Eskel.

Eskel is frozen, struck still at how gorgeous the incubus was. There is no magic in the air, not a hint of any enchantment, and he knows the creature before him is simply this beautiful. He has the same light brown skin most every incubus he’s run across has had, but he seems to be glowing, the faint tawny flush on the apples of his cheeks looks soft and welcoming. His hair hangs long and loose around his face, a mess of curls that Eskel yearns to thread his fingers through. He has a strong brow and a wide button nose that begs to be kissed.

Speaking of kisses, his pouty lips look impossibly soft and Eskel would love to feel them against his own.

He swallows thickly and tries to hold himself together. Eskel has been out in the world for decades and shouldn’t be fawning over someone he’s been contracted to slay. Still, the incubus looks alarmingly delicate here, like he should be protected instead of hunted down. He stares at Eskel, chin held high even as he eyes Eskel’s silver sword.

“So they’ve decided to kill me then,” he says, exhaling softly.

“According to the townsfolk, you’re luring their sons and daughters here and killing them,” Eskel says evenly, “but I see a distinct lack of bodies, and I feel like they might have left out some details. If I lower my sword, can we talk?”

“You’re the one who rushed into my home with your weapon drawn. What do you think?” the incubus asks, pursing his lips. Eskel frowns and sheaths his sword. He still has his magic if anything happens, but he’s starting to doubt the danger of the creature before him.

“I’m a vengeance demon, but there doesn’t seem to be a need for that right now. What have you been up to here? If I may ask?” Eskel asks slowly, doing his best to seem like he’s no longer a threat. He knew the townsfolk were acting fishy, but he figured they were just going to use him and then tell him to fuck off. He didn’t think they’d actually summon one of his kind without an actual issue.

“I haven’t taken anything that wasn’t freely given to me,” the incubus tells him, “Humans have the uncanny ability to turn jealousy into rage. All I’ve done is have fun and feed with willing partners.”

“Your words ring true, but I’ve never broken a contract before. I will have to figure out what to do with them,” Eskel sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. Isn’t this just perfect? The amount of energy from a justified killing could have fed him for months. Instead he has to find a way to break his contract without using too much of what he has stored up.

“You...you’re not going to just kill me? I’m a incubus,” he asks, tilting his head to look at Eskel.

“Well aware of that. The horns give it away,” Eskel says, laughing as he leans against the edge of the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“What if I seduced you?”

“Wouldn’t take much,” he admits, chuckling when the creature flushes, his eyes going wide. “We both know you’re gorgeous, so there’s no need to be humble about it.”

“I’m not using any magic,” the incubus tells him, drawing out each word, and Eskel just nods in agreement. “You shouldn’t be this swayed by me without it.”

“You’re stunning and I’m not supposed to notice? That’s a crock of shit,” Eskel says with a snort. “Ok, so the town will obviously believe I got seduced and couldn’t carry out the contract. I hate to do this, but have you thought of relocating? They’ll just keep summoning us, and the next demon might not be so easy-going about the whole thing.”

“Obviously,” he mumbles, still looking confused for some reason, “I can’t stay here any longer than the night. I travel light, so I can leave come dawn. They won’t hurt you?”

“They could try, but it won’t do much good,” Eskel says, shrugging as he looks around the small shack. It’s clear that the incubus has been packing his things. There is an overstuffed looking bag on the table and most of the shelves are empty of anything but a few books. “Where will you go?”

“My kind tends to get run off a lot. I’ll find somewhere else to set up for awhile and just make do with it,” he says softly. Eskel hates the fact that this sweet and beautiful man has to live on the run. But what is he going to do, take him with him? Nonsense. It may work for his brother Geralt, but he’s not as strictly moral as Geralt is and the incubus is clearly no human bard. He’d be tough to hide.

“You have glamour, right?” Eskel asks, wishing he’d paid more attention to the stories when he was growing up. Humans usually stick to getting vengeance on other humans, so he’s not as well versed on beasts as he should be.

“I can appear human when the need arises,” he says with a nod. “Though I prefer my true form, so I try to travel by back roads and avoid humans until I set up somewhere.”

“To advertise your services?” Eskel asks with a laugh.

“I see even demons get a little weird about sex. Yes, I need it to feed, but you need human emotions to feed on, too. Yours just happen to come from killing and not orgasms,” he points out sharply.

“I didn’t mean to offend,” Eskel rushes out. “Sorry. I...uh, I am not used to sharing space with someone as pretty as yourself. I joke when I’m nervous.”

“You...you don’t have to flatter me,” the incubus mumbles. “I’ll sleep with you for the meal. I’ve heard demons provide a lot more energy than humans do. You know I won’t look like myself, though, right? Don’t...yeah. You don’t need to spout false compliments.”

“What would you look like?” Eskel asks, furrowing his brow as he notices how fidgety the creature looks.

“When my enchantment starts, you’ll see whoever you desire most. I thought that was common knowledge?” he shrugs before crossing his arms in front of his chest. It makes the white tattoos on his arms stand out, and Eskel longs to run his fingers over the markings.

“So you draw people here with your skills but another person's face? Must be very lonely,” Eskel offers.

“It’s all I’ve known. But I should pack and I’ll let you tell the townsfolk whatever you need to.”

“Show me?”

“Show you...the enchantment?” he asks, dropping the bag he was throwing books and tied up papers into.

“If it’s a strange request, you don’t have to,” Eskel spits out quickly, but the incubus just blinks slowly and studies him for a long moment.

“No, I will,” he says before smiling somewhat sadly.

The air changes, and Eskel can feel the magic surrounding them, but nothing happens. The incubus still stands in front of him, every bit as lovely as he was a second ago. Eskel shivers, skin starting to sweat, and realizes at least the pleasure part of the spell appears to be working. He’s heard an incubus can make a man last all night just with the touch of its hand, and he’s definitely eager to try.

“I can hear your pulse racing,” the incubus tells him, licking his lips. “You smell like lust and desire already. Who do you see?”

“What’s your name?”

“What does that matter?” he counters, scrunching up his nose adorably. Eskel has an odd urge to kiss the tip of it, but he pushes that aside for now.

“You said I’d see the person I desire most, so I’d like to know that person’s name,” Eskel says smugly.

“You...what? No one sees me? Never,” the incubus looks alarmed for a moment, but then darts forward to pull him into a full-body hug. He’s warm against Eskel, even though he’s naked except for his loincloth. Eskel wraps his arms around him, settling his palms right above his tail, and smiles openly at him. “I’m Theo and I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“Theo,” Eskel whispers, testing how the name feels on his tongue. “I’d have to agree. May I take you to bed, Theo?”

“Only if I get your name too,” Theo says, smirking as Eskel realizes he hasn’t offered it.

“Eskel,” he states, already walking Theo back towards the bed tucked in the corner. It’s not much, but it will certainly do. Once he’s taken on a few decent contracts - with decent people next time - he should have some magic stored up to spoil him more. He has a feeling they’ll be spending a lot of time together.

“Strong name for a strong demon,” Theo whispers before Eskel pushes him down onto the bed. He crawls on top of him, straddling his thin waist and settling his hands on his fur-covered thighs. Theo stares up at him - his eyes impossibly large and innocent - and Eskel is drawn to him in a way he’s never been before. Still, there’s no magic in the air, just pure need on Eskel’s end.

“What do you want?” Eskel asks, unsure of what the beautiful creature beneath him could possibly want with him. There’s a hunger in his gut, though, a fire pulling him and making him want to do whatever he can to please him. He’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with the incubus’ magic, either.

“Kiss me,” Theo breathes out, blinking slowly, “Fuck, just kiss me. Please”

And it’s not like Eskel can say no to that request. He brackets Theo’s shoulders with his hands and leans down, finally crushing their mouths together. He means to start chaste, but at the first touch of Theo’s plush lips against his, he loses all control. Theo sighs into the kiss as Eskel licks into him, chasing the smoky flavor of him.

His senses are overwhelmed, and it’s all Eskel can do to focus on the kiss. He puts everything into it that he can, uses every ounce of skill he’s ever honed to hopefully make Theo fall apart. It seems to be working, because he’s bucking up against Eskel, his prick rubbing at him through their clothing. He can’t help grinding down, smirking into the kiss when Theo groans and clings to him, his claws sharp even through Eskel’s armor.

Oh right, they should be naked. He pulls back, pressing a quick kiss to Theo’s ruddy mouth as he sits up on his heels. Eskel runs his palms over Theo’s thighs, loving the way his rough fur feels against his skin. Theo quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head in question as he stares up at Eskel. “Too many clothes,” Eskel tells him before stepping off the bed and pulling at his armor.

“Knew you were a smart one,” Theo says, laughing as he raises his hips and shimmies out of his loincloth. He looks stunning laying against the covers, his tawny skin highlighted by the white tattoos swirling across his chest and arms. Eskel wants to trace them with his tongue, but he figures there’s plenty of time for that later. Right now he needs his mouth on better things.

“Let me taste you?” Eskel asks, and Theo’s eyes darken.

“Of course, but drop your glamor first. I want to see you as you are, too,” Theo tells him. Eskel’s eyes go wide, but he drops his glamor with a flash of red light and is shocked at the hungry way Theo studies his wings. He knows they can be intimidating, but the incubus doesn’t seem phased at all. “You’re perfect,” Theo whispers, and Eskel can feel his cheeks darkening.

“Hush you,” he mumbles, which only makes Theo laugh.

“Make me,” he counters, spreading his thighs open.

“If you’re too quiet, I’m not doing my job right,” Eskel says, chuckling as he lays down between Theo’s thighs. He’s not sure what he expected, but the sight of Theo’s hard prick and the glistening cunt beneath it gives him a moment’s pause.

“Don’t let it scare you,” Theo says softly, a hint of teasing in his voice, “Most of my kind are built for all situations. Hope that’s not a deal-breaker?”

“Not at all,” Eskel responds quickly, slightly embarrassed at his behavior. Determined to make up for it, he dips down and laps at the tip of Theo’s cock. There’s a bead of precome there, and Eskel scoops it up with his tongue, relishing in the salty taste. Theo has an undercurrent of smoke and fire, and Eskel sucks him down, chasing the flavor.

His cock is smaller than Eskel is used too, and he loves the way he can easily swallow it down. Theo seems to enjoy it, too, if the way he howls is anything to judge by. Eskel moans around him and hollows his cheeks as he starts to bob his head. Theo brings a tentative hand to Eskels’s hair, and Eskel pulls off long enough to tell him “Yes, do it.”

Then he dips lower, leaving Theo’s prick to tease his folds below it. He smells fantastic, and Eskel inhales deeply before licking up the length of him. Theo is pink and wet when Eskel spreads his lips and darts his tongue inside of his dripping hole. It’s been ages since he’s eaten out a cunt, and he apparently forgot how wet everything is.

“You can,” Theo starts and breaks off in a desperate groan, “You can...fingers. Fuck me, please.”

Eskel doesn’t waste time, circles a finger around Theo’s opening before slowly working it inside. He moans, prick twitching at how easily he slides inside. Soon he’s got two fingers in his cunt, fucking Theo roughly as he tries to get his tongue inside as well. Theo doesn’t make it easy, his slim hips bucking wildly as Eskel licks him open.

His own cock is throbbing, leaking on the bedding as he works Theo over. The only thing he wants more than to sink into this wet heat is to see Theo lose control. He adds a third finger, curling them to rub at Theo’s walls as he leans up and sucks down his prick again.

And that’s all it takes. Theo sobs out as he comes, spilling down Eskel’s throat and clenching tightly around his thick fingers. Eskel works him through it, swallowing his salty come as he fucks him with his fingers. He doesn’t let off until Theo is whimpering and reaches down to gently shove at him. Eskel places one last kiss to the tip of his cock before crawling up his body.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you come,” Eskel tells him, dipping down to kiss him quickly. Theo beams up at him and rolls his hips to tease him. Eskel rubs his cock through his wet folds, chewing on his lower lip as he fights the urge to sink into him right away. He’s got to be sensitive right now.

“I’ll look even more beautiful when I’m full of your cock,” Theo tells him, laughing when Eskel groans and hides his face in the side of his neck. He nips at the sweat-slicked skin there, already addicted to the scent and taste of him.

“Just giving you a moment to recover,” Eskel chuckles before adding, “Didn’t feel you feeding.”

“We have a long night ahead of us, and I like to be completely full when I feed,” Theo tells him, his voice dripping with lust.

“Just didn’t want to overwhelm you,” Eskel says, blushing faintly.

“Such a gentleman, but there’s no need for it. Eskel, I’m literally built to fuck. If you don’t get that amazing cock in me right this second, I’ll simply die,” Theo begs, looking up at him with a heated gaze. When he puts it like that, there’s no reason to go slowly. Eskel grabs his heels and tugs, sliding him closer before guiding himself inside.

He means to go slow, he really does, but Theo’s body takes him so easily that he has to take a moment and grip the base of his cock to keep from coming once he’s buried in him. Eskel looks down at him and nearly loses it again at the hunger in Theo’s eyes. He looks desperate for it, like he’s made just for Eskel to sink his cock into, and it’s a heady feeling.

Belatedly, he realizes he must be feeding now, but Eskel is suddenly too far gone to think. He starts moving, little rocks of his hips to test the waters, but Theo just crosses his hooves behind Eskel’s back and pulls him deeper. Eskel kisses him to distract himself from how wet and tight Theo feels around him. It’s all tongues and teeth and does nothing to settle him down.

“Fuck, want it harder,” Theo grunts out, sighing as he looks up at Eskel with those impossibly wide eyes. He looks ruined, his lips swollen and his pupils blown as he stares up at him. “Let me flip over,” he orders, and Eskel pulls back, whining when he leaves that tight heat.

But then Theo is on all fours, presenting himself, and it’s all Eskel can do not to shoot his load across his back at the pretty picture he paints. He moves closer, using a knee to spread Theo’s stance wider, and guides himself back inside of him. It’s even better than before, since he can go deeper in this position.

Theo looks like pure sin, his head thrown back and his spine arched as he babbles at Eskel, praising his cock and begging to be fucked harder. Eskel grips him by the base of his tail and lifts it out of the way so he can watch his thick cock slamming in and out of Theo’s dripping cunt. The obscene sounds of their joining fill the room, and Eskel is suddenly surrounded by that smoky, sulfur scent again.

He can feel the magic in the air, can feel Theo feeding from him as they move together. With every slam of his hips, there’s something pulling tightly in his gut, and Eskel revels in the fact that he’s feeding this gorgeous creature. Fuck, he can live on Eskel’s cock alone, and isn’t that the most powerful thing he’s ever thought of?

“Close,” Theo mumbles before he moves a hand to his own prick, hanging full and neglected between his legs. Eskel tugs his tail tighter, changing the angle as Theo leans down onto one shoulder. He’s keening, just a mess of high-pitched whines as Eskel fucks him roughly. Eskel does his best to hold out, but he feels his balls tightening and his breath catches in his chest.

Thankfully Theo comes first, sobbing as he spills on the bed beneath him, his cunt getting impossibly tight as he clamps down around Eskel. It takes one, two more thrusts before Eskel comes with a shout, his body going tense as he comes inside of Theo’s eager body. He rolls his hips, grinding against him as he shoots burst after burst of come inside of him.

They collapse in a sweaty pile, Eskel barely able to roll onto his side before wrapping an arm around Theo’s slim waist. They lay there panting harshly for a few moments, and Eskel runs his palm over Theo’s furred thighs to ground himself. He feels like he’s just ended a battle, like there’s no breath left in his lungs or fight left in his limbs, but he’s more satiated than he’s ever felt before.

“I didn’t know demons would be so satisfying. That was the best meal I’ve had in years,” Theo groans before rolling over and cuddling up against his side.

“Fuck, I hope you don’t mind me keeping you,” Eskel teases as he holds him tighter.

“Well lucky for you, I’ve recently found myself run out of town and I’m looking for someone to travel with.”

“Sounds perfect,” Eskel says quickly, because he’s not an idiot. He wants nothing more than to spend as much time as he can with this amazing creature, learning everything he can about him. The way Theo glances over at him makes him think they’re on the same page.

“It really does,” Theo says sweetly. He hooks a leg over Eskel’s thigh and slides into his lap again. “Not sure about you, but I’m just getting started. Want to test that famous demon stamina?”

Eskel is probably in way over his head, but he just agrees with a wide grin.

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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 3 years

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More Than You Bargained For

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written for the Monster March prompt list prompt: incubus

Eskel is fresh out of Kaer Morhen when they first meet. He's nineteen, hormonal, and alone for the first time since he can remember and he doesn't know what to do with any of that. So when he takes a contract on an incubus, he's going in blind with no ideas of what to expect.

He's young and bright-eyed and every lesson he's had has taught him monsters should be killed, so when he finds the incubus, finds him sentient, he doesn't know what to do. His instincts tell him not to harm him, but people have been dying and he has to protect them. He's a Witcher, that's his job.

"I was wondering when one of you might show up," the incubus mumbles, not even bothering to turn around and look at him. He's cooking something, Eskel can smell it, or maybe he's preparing a potion - it doesn't smell like food, per se. "I wasn't expecting them to send a child," he scoffs.

"I'm not a child," Eskel shoots back. He takes another couple of steps forward and the incubus turns abruptly.

"I haven't invited you in."

Eskel stops, but he keeps his arms crossed over his chest, determined not to show weakness. But he's out of his depth. A ghoul attacks on sight, nekkers swarm, archespores wait for the right moment, but they attack without hesitation. The incubus is just... standing there. Eskel doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say, but he looks him over.

Objectively, he's handsome, Eskel supposes. He's got a strong build, muscular arms and chest that are only made more prominent by the white lines marking on his skin. From here, Eskel can't tell if they're part of his skin or some sort of ink - tattoos maybe. He likes them though, finds himself following the way they curve down his body - right to the thin scrap of fabric covering his groin.

Eskel's mouth goes dry and he abruptly averts his eyes.

"Oh," the incubus hums, "that's interesting." He comes closer and Eskel doesn't stop him, lets him walk right up and turn Eskel's chin to look at him. Eskel is confident he could fight him off if he needs to, so he doesn't see the trouble in letting him come close. "You're here about the missing people, aren't you? I didn't kill them, Witcher. You do know what an incubus does, right?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"Then you know it's better for me if I don't kill my 'victims'." He leans in close, sniffing at him, but Eskel holds his ground, doesn't let him see how it affects him. But Eskel can smell his own arousal and he knows enough about incubi to know that the incubus probably can, too.

"I fucked them," the incubus admits, "but I didn't kill them. It was two men and a woman right? I prefer men, haven't fucked a woman in years. And the men? They were alive when they left, and satisfied."

A shiver runs down his spine and Eskel measures his breath.

"But that was weeks ago now," the incubus continues, his implications perfectly clear. "They tell stories about Witchers, about your mutations. Say you can go for hours, is that true?"

"Dunno," Eskel mumbles, "never tried."

He thinks back to his days at Kaer Morhen with Geralt. They fucked and they fucked around, and they did it a lot, but it never lasted long. It was always stolen moments, tucked away in some lonely corner or in bed after hours, having to keep quiet or face the consequences.

They never had long and it was never worth trying to extend their dalliances once they'd come. And sometimes, one or both of them didn't get to. But he's heard the rumours of heightened stamina and he can go longer in a fight than any trained soldier he's come across, so maybe there's something to it talk.

"Oh, but you'd like to, wouldn't you? Maybe we can come to an agreement, Witcher." Hands rest on his hips and Eskel's breath catches on a sigh. "I can take care of you, give you something you crave, hm? And in return I'll be satisfied, I won't have to lure out any unsuspecting victims for a while. What do you say?"

Eskel doesn't know what to say. He takes a short breath, considering it far less than he should before whispering, "can I touch you?"

"Oh, I certainly hope so."

The incubus leans in, pressing his mouth to the join of his neck and shoulder. Without any pre-empt, he wraps his mouth around him and bites down, fangs breaking the skin. Warmth rushes through Eskel’s veins and he feels lightheaded. His vision blurs slightly and his head swims. The incubus takes both hands, guiding him back toward a low bed in the corner of the cave. Eskel blinks and the figure before him blurs into the image of Geralt.

"Oh," not-Geralt hums, "you see someone, don't you? Tell me who it is Witcher."

"'S Eskel, you know that. Don't call me Witcher."

"Sorry, Eskel, tell me who you see."

He's a little foggy, doesn't understand the question, but Geralt is beckoning to him, pulling him down toward the bed, and nothing else matters.

It's not until later that he learns incubus venom is a hallucinogen, that it makes you see the person you want most - a tactic to boost your arousal. Eskel thinks on that for a long time. He loves Geralt, and they have a good time together, but he doesn't know that he loves him like that. Or maybe he does and he's just confused.

He returns to the incubus, lets him bite him again. He sees Geralt.

In the winters, he returns to the keep. Sometimes he fucks Geralt and sometimes he doesn't, but every spring he returns to the cave and every time, the incubus is waiting for him.

It's been close to a decade that Eskel has been going back to the cave. At one point, he was worried about losing out on the contract because he never killed the incubus, but that seems like a pointless concern now. He may have lost out on a few hundred gold, but he's come to like this incubus - Florian, he's called - and he looks forward to his yearly visits.

Sometimes, they'll fuck for hours, but sometimes Florian will take him to bed as soon as he arrives and they'll spend hours afterward just lying in bed talking. Florian will go on and on about his herbs and elixirs and Eskel likes having someone to bitch about his brothers to. It works and it's good. And it's a distraction from Geralt.

Then, one spring after the sacking, Eskel comes to a startling conclusion.

The last few years at Kaer Morhen have been difficult. This year, he almost didn't go at all because the ghosts lingering in the halls are too much for him to bear. The feeling isn't the same as it once was and Eskel doubts the sense of community will ever return to Kaer Morhen. It's cold, it's lonely, and as much as he loves seeing his brothers and Vesemir, the absence of the rest of them hits hard. They say time makes everything easier, but he's not so sure this time. So more than ever, he's happy to have Florian to return to in the spring.

Eskel is worked up in more ways than one when he leaves the keep. He feels like he's going to crawl out of his own skin between the sadness, the guilt and the sexual frustration. Geralt doesn't come to him anymore and Eskel doesn't want to push those boundaries. They're all grieving and he understands that, but it's hard for him to cope with because his time with Geralt was always an escape for the two of them and now he doesn't have that.

When he gets to the cave, he hesitates, peering around to see if Florian is there. He doesn't see anyone and he doesn't want to intrude, but just as he's about to leave, there's a warm pressure against his back.

"Eskel," Florian hums, "you're early this year."

"Couldn't stand it up there any longer. It's too quiet, too lonely."

"You missed me," Florian guesses and yeah, that too. "Come," he whispers, "get out of those clothes and lie on the bed. I'll be back in a minute."

Eskel does as he's asked, stripping out of his clothes and climbing onto the bed without hesitation. When Florian does return, he's smirking and he crawls up to straddle Eskel's hips. He's hard already and when he grinds his hips down, Eskel realizes with a start that he is, too.

Florian nips at his collar bone and Eskel wraps his arms around his shoulders, tugging him close. They rock together, picking up a quick rhythm and Florian's mouth moves to his neck. It's always like this the first time, quick and hard; they've both been waiting for it and Eskel groans as his cock slides against Florian's.

There's pressure against his neck, the familiar sensation of a bite and Eskel shuts his eyes. Lately, he dreads opening them to Geralt's image leaning over him. It feels a lie, like he's betraying Florian somehow by seeing someone else when they fuck and it's becoming uncomfortable.

Sometimes, he can keep his eyes shut, can imagine Florian above him instead, but a particularly sharp twist of Florian's wrist has his eyes fluttering open again. Above him, he sees nothing but Florian’s dark eyes and plush lips and he grins.

"Thought you were gonna bite me," Eskel teases, running a hand up Florian's chest.

"Mm are you that preoccupied? I did bite you, not that I need to the way you keep showing up so needy for it." Eskel barely hears him because if Florian bit him, he should be seeing Geralt. It should be Geralt's form looming over him, not dark skin and white swirls.

Eskel reaches up tentatively, tracing the lines that slide low down his torso, the one that eventually comes to an end at the base of his cock. Florian looks down at him, following Eskel's fingers with his eyes and Eskel can pinpoint the moment he realizes.

Florian's eyes snap up to meet his and Eskel forgets how to speak. This isn't how any of this is supposed to work and he doesn't know what to say.

"Eskel, do you- see me?" Eskel says nothing and Florian persists. "Unless your Witcher friend has scars that perfectly match my markings, I'd say you do." When Eskel says nothing again, Florian hums thoughtfully. He sounds almost sad. "Eskel, do we need to talk about this?"

"No," Eskel says a little too quickly. Evidently, Florian disagrees.

He moves from between Eskel's legs to lie next to him on the mattress, leaning on his elbow to look at him. Eskel winces. He's been waiting for this to fall through; it always seemed too good to be true, and for it to linger as long as it has is surprising already.

"Eskel do you... if you're seeing me now and not him-"

"Yeah," Eskel agrees softly. "Yeah."

To his utter shock, Florian leans over and kisses him. It comes as such a surprise that Eskel forgets to respond and when Florian looks down at him again, he must look stunned.

"Eskel," he says softly, "I'm not angry, I'm not upset. I'm surprised, but I- I care about you," he lifts a hand to smooth up Eskel's stomach, setting above his sternum. "This isn't about the sex for me anymore. If I wanted to, I could fuck anyone, if I needed to. But I'd rather wait it out when I can until you come back."

"You shouldn't, you could-"

"I'm careful, I know my own limits, Witcher. And you are so good to me, my sweet."

Eskel jolts at the name, looks up at Florian where he's still leaning over him. "Sometimes seeing you is the best part of my year, It's so hard lately and I," he manages to meet Florian's eyes if only for a moment, "I look forward to seeing you."

"I love you," Florian breathes, tipping Eskel's chin so they're face-to-face again. "I'm not afraid to say it. You're a good man, Eskel and I know you didn't come back here those first few times for you. And you didn't do it because of some promise because you fulfilled your part of the bargain that first night."

Eskel can't find the words to properly express every feeling bubbling to the surface, so he wraps his hands around the back of Florian's neck and pulls him down into a passionate kiss. It's uncoordinated and sloppy but it's so much more than ever before and before he can even think, Florian is climbing over him again, kissing him hard and sliding a hand down his torso.

He wraps a hand around Eskel's cock, tugging firmly, and Eskel's eyes roll back as he jerks into the touch. He's still hard, still aching for it, but the interruption had preoccupied him and now his arousal is hitting him with full force. He rolls his head back, hands slipping into Florian's hair and he groans. Florian cocks his head and looks at him before smiling and shifting down the bed.

Eskel misses the loss of him, but then Florian's mouth wraps around the head of his cock and any other thought goes out of his head. He runs his fingers through Florian's hair, aware that he's mumbling but only vaguely aware of what he's saying. Florian takes him right to the base, something no one but another Witcher has ever succeeded in doing and Eskel is unbelievably close to coming right then and there.

Abruptly, he tugs Florian up and kisses him again. He doesn't want this to be over just yet and he knows that realistically, they could go on for hours like this, until Eskel's worn out and physically incapable of coming again, but this feels different. This feels important in a way he's never felt before, not with Geralt, not with anyone.

He hauls him up and draws him close, burying his face in Florian's neck.

"Could I," he breathes, "I'd like to fuck you tonight."

Florian jerks back and stares down at him in surprise. For a moment, Eskel thinks he's overstepped; they've never talked about doing it the other way around, though they've done just about everything else. He opens his mouth to apologize, but Florian interrupts.

"You'd want that?" he asks and Eskel nods.

"Yeah. For a while now."

"Didn't think you'd want to," Florian shrugs, "especially seeing as there was someone else."

"There was never anyone else, not really. I saw him but it wasn't him, it was only ever you."

Florian smiles at him and dips down to kiss him, cupping Eskel's cheek in his hand.

"You're a sap," he teases, but his grin only spreads further. He moves to slip down again, kissing Eskel's neck and down his chest, but before he can get too far, Eskel stops him.

"Let me, tonight," he says, "how often do I get to pleasure you?"

Florian just laughs. "That's not the way it works. I feed off your energy, there's no reason to treat me special."

"I can think of many," Eskel counters, "but mostly, I just want to." He presses a hand to Florian's shoulder, pushing him back against the bed.

Eskel presses in against his side, sliding a hand down his chest and wrapping around the base of Florian's cock. He grips him firmly, strokes up to the head keeping an even pressure around him, then pushes back down to the base. Florian groans under him and shifts his hips, pushing into Eskel's grip, but Eskel holds him steady, earning a whine of frustration in response.

He leans over him, kissing Florian’s jaw as he moves his hand again. He nips at the skin, moving down to his neck to suck a mark into the stripe there. He loves the pale strips of skin that curve and swirl over Florian's body, always pays them special attention even if he's the only one who notices. He licks and sucks at the skin as he works his hand over him, always squeezing tighter around the head of his cock. It gets progressively better and better reactions, so he doesn't see a reason to let up.

Florian shudders under him and Eskel hums against his skin. As Florian squirms under him, Eskel works his hand quicker, he reaches down, rolls his balls gently in one hand before slipping up the length of his cock again. And Florian moans. He wraps his arms around Eskel's neck, pulling him into a burning kiss. He nips at Eskel's lips, fingers digging into his scalp and he clings tightly. Then, abruptly, he pulls away and throws his head back with a groan.

Florian comes, arching off the bed. He spills between them and Eskel slips his fingers through it, using it to ease the way as he strokes him through it. Florian writhes and bucks under him, pressing up into the tunnel of his fist and he's shaking by the time he finally stills.

His breath comes in hot pants and Eskel leans down, kissing his chin and his jaw and, lastly, his mouth. He lingers there for a moment until Florian hums and presses him up.

"Didn't realize you were so good with your hands," he grins, "should take advantage of that more often."

"Didn't give me much of a chance. But it's only been what? Twenty years? And you should give me a chance. And will, if I have anything to say about it."

Without hesitation, Eskel climbs over him, pressing between his knees and pushing them apart. Florian looks up at him questioningly and Eskel grins, nuzzling against his hip.

"I want your mouth," Florian groans, "Eskel, darling, please."

"Mmm, don't you want to come when I fuck you?"

Florian lets out a breathy laugh and reaches down to cup Eskel's jaw. "My beautiful Witcher," he pants, "I will happily come ten times tonight if you're willing."

Eskel just stares at him, dumbfounded. "You-"

"As long as you keep it up, I'll keep it up," Florian winks and Eskel just stares at him. All this time and Florian rarely comes more than once, more intent on getting Eskel there as many times as possible. "I don't need to. I rely on your energy, but it could be fun." Eskel smacks his hip playfully.

"I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole time," he huffs.

Florian opens his mouth to argue, but Eskel just smiles at him and kisses his chest, fingers trailing down his sides as he moves until he reaches the tip of his cock. He flicks his tongue at the head, pressing a featherlight kiss to it before slipping around him and sliding right to the base.

Beneath him, Florian grunts and arches off the bed again. He's oversensitive, but Eskel doesn't let up, sinking all the way down on him and swallowing around the head of his cock. He loves the way he squirms, loves finally being able to give back something Florian has given to him for so many years. Yes, he's been present the whole time, giving as well as he gets, but he's never been solely responsible for Florian's pleasure and it's a rush.

His own cock throbs under him, untouched and aching, but he ignores it for now. He doesn't need to come yet, they have time for that in the next hours, but right now his attention has to be on Florian.

He sucks him down hard, reaching to cup his balls as he slides back up to the head, tongue pressing under the head and earning him a low groan. Above him, Florian moans and grumbles, one hand tangles in his own hair, the other clasping Eskel's shoulder like it's the only thing grounding him in reality. If Eskel's doing his job well enough, it is.

Eskel slips his hand lower, pressing back behind his balls and Florian groans, hips jumping so his cock bumps the roof of his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, "Eskel-" Eskel pulls off his cock, pressing a line of kisses down to the base.

"Shhh, I know what I'm doing. Promise I'll make it good for you." He shifts down the bed, groaning as his cock drags against the sheets, and buries one hand in the hair on Florian's leg.

He pushes his leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and ducking back down to nose at his balls. Floran groans and shifts, but makes no attempt to stop him and Eskel readjusts him, giving him better access to his hole. Without hesitation, he licks a stripe over him, slowing his tongue as he slips over his hole and Florian's entire body seizes.

"Oh."

"Okay?" Eskel asks.

"Yeah. Please-"

"Anything you say," Eskel hums. He ducks down, resuming his ministrations. His cock aches and he presses his lips into the mattress, pressing the tip of his tongue against Florian's hole.

Fuck, he wants him so badly. He presses his tongue into him, imagining that tightness around his cock, pushing as deep as he can manage without prepping him first. His impatience wins out quickly and he reaches up, slipping one hand through the come on his stomach, and using it to slick Florian’s hole, pressing against him gently. Florian groans, pushing his hips back.

His enthusiasm pushes Eskel forward and he presses fully into his up to one knuckle, licking around the intrusion. He's been thinking about this for years, wanting to split him open on his cock, to see Florian come apart under him, because of him. He's seen him come more times than he can count, but to be the cause of that, to fuck him properly until he's mindless with it- fuck, the thought alone has him aching.

He works his tongue in alongside his finger, thrusting with both at once as Florian squirms and mutters at him. He gets his fingers tangled in Eskel's hair again and it's all Eskel can do to keep from pushing into him immediately and fucking him quick and hard.

He reaches beneath him, wrapping a hand around his own cock and squeezing hard, it does little to ease the need, but he rocks into it slightly, moaning against Florian's hole with each little shift of his hips.

"Eskel," Florian grunts, "fuck Eskel I'm gonna come."

"That's it, darling, come for me." He barely gets his tongue back inside him before Florian's jerking hard and coming again, his cock completely untouched where it sits against his hip.

Eskel gives a few more thrusts before withdrawing and climbing up over him. He slips off to one side and wraps Florian in his arms, rolling them both onto their sides as he kisses him. Florian lingers, pushing back when Eskel means to pull away and he winds up half on top of him, their legs tangled together.

Eskel rubs his back gently before slipping down over the swell of his ass. He pushes back between his cheeks, pushing two fingertips into him immediately. Florian groans and rocks his hips, rutting against Eskel's hip. He's slick with his own come and it makes it easy for Eskel to shift just so until they're pressed together, sliding together with each thrust. He shuts his eyes and nuzzles into Florian's neck, kissing his throat and humming against him.

His finger press deeper and he thrusts gently, giving Florian a chance to adjust to him, but he rocks his hips and pushes back onto him like nothing, his soft moans muffles against Eskels chest. Eskel rolls him onto his side to get a better angle, pressing fully into him with both fingers.

He kisses him hard, and they slot together perfectly, rutting against each other as Eskel works him open, fucks him with his fingers. Florian squeezes around him and Eskel just thrusts quicker, harder. He gets a third finger into him and Florian moans into his mouth.

"Please," he groans, "Eskel I can take it, I want your cock."

"Yeah," Eskel breathes, "come on my fingers and I'll fuck you all night."

Florian groans, arching off Eskel's chest and shifting his hips back. Eskel withdraws and slides a hand down his thigh, burying his fingers in the thick hair and tugging his leg up over his hip. They rock in tandem and Eskel gets a hand between Florian's thighs, slipping into him again. Like this, he has a better angle and he can reach Florian's prostate properly. He angles his fingers toward it, bumping against it with every thrust.

When Florian comes this time, he kisses Eskel hard, biting his bottom lip and sucking hard. He whines and bucks when Eskel pulls out again, but Eskel doesn't hesitate before pressing the head of his cock against him and thrusting in. He pulls him close so he can get deep, thrusting hard into him.

Florian is tight around him and the pressure makes him dizzy after denying himself so long. He holds himself back because he knows he can get another orgasm out of Florian before he comes himself. He pushes his fingers through the hair on his thighs again, tugging a little as he pushes deep.

His breath comes hard and Florian pants against him, neither able to catch their breath as they rock together. Florian's hands are on his neck and his face and his shoulders, grasping at whatever bit of him he can reach and Eskel presses into his arms. They're flush against each other when he comes, buried deep and shuddering. He presses his face into Florian's shoulder, taking deep breaths, but he keeps going, thrusting into him until Florian's shattering apart in his arms, whining and moaning Eskel's name.

Eskel waits to catch his breath before slipping out of him and wrapping himself around Flor. He's still hard, but he's exhausted, emotionally more than anything, and it feels like more effort than it's worth to get up and clean off. Florian presses up close, getting a hand between them to brush his fingers up the length of Eskel's cock.

"My turn?" he asks. Eskel just huffs a laugh and takes his hand, sliding it around his neck.

"Maybe later," he hums, "right now, this is nice just like this."

#eskel x incubus #incubus #monster march #spicy #nsft #rex writes

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