#another idea for my werewolf Jack/incubus Davey universe

[livesincerely]

Jack tilts his head, trailing his mouth along the inside of Davey’s thigh in ardent adoration. Then he puts his teeth to tender skin and bites.

Davey lets out a gasp, soft and a little strangled.

“Oh, that’s a good noise,” Jack murmurs, admiring his handiwork. “Wanna let me hear it again, sweetheart?”

“You fucker,” Davey breathes. He’s got a white-knuckled grip on the couch cushions, his heels digging sharply into Jack’s back.

“No, see, that wasn’t really a question,” Jack muses. He slides his hand lower, until he can hook it around the back of Davey’s knee and ease his legs further apart. “‘M gonna get ‘em either way, but I’m happy ta drag ‘em outta ya if that’s how you wanna play this.”

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” Davey says. His eyes have turned dark, his pupils fully eclipsing his irises and starting to bleed into the whites. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I’d like to see you beg,” Jack retorts, leaning in to suck another hickey into Davey’s thigh.

Davey sighs, and the sound of it is just as sweet as the first. Then he reaches down, grabs a fistful of Jack’s hair, and tugs.

Jack groans, eyes fluttering at the sensation, and he allows himself to be drawn up onto his knees, pulled forward until their lips can meet in the middle, mouths moving in tandem, hot and hungry.

“I’m not so sure I’ll be the one that ends up begging,” Davey purrs in a low, husky voice that sends flames of desire licking down his spine, the smartass.

“Take off your fucking pants,” Jack growls back.

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