Samael

I'm trying my hardest to maintain my composure as I watch Luka struggle with his chains from the corner of my eye. I've been planning this for a while now, and I'm excited to be able to act it out finally. When his eyes widen as I reach down into the bottom drawer, I can't help but snicker.

I noticed the contents of the bottom drawer a few days after Luka moved in, the little freak. I'm sure he was waiting for the perfect moment to introduce Katrina and me to some of the toys I found there, but I decided to steal the moment and surprise him, and today offered the perfect opportunity, so of course, I decided to go forth with my nefarious plans today.

Reaching down inside the drawer, I grab the black velvet bag with gold cords sitting on top. I'd readied the bag with all the supplies prior, wanting this entire experience to be a surprise. Roping one of the cords around my wrists, I straighten my body and make my way back to the bed, where my lover is currently held captive.

"What's in the bag, Samael?" Luka asks his gaze piercing, his voice haughty.

"That's for me to know and for your body to find out." I wink, loving the flush that blossoms over Luka's body. "So tell me, Professor, on a scale from one to ten, with ten being the highest level, how high is your pain tolerance?" I ask while slowly slipping off my clothes; Luka's piercing blue eyes become more hooded with each item I remove.

"Probably an eleven."

Smartass calls himself a professor, yet he can't answer the damn question correctly.

Luka licks his lips as he watches me drop my boxer shorts, sending a zing straight to my cock, making it bounce up and down. I'd love to shove it into his hot wet mouth, but I have other ideas tonight. Steeling my excitement, I grab my pocket knife off the nightstand. This time Luka's eyes aren't following my motions; they're too busy greedily memorizing every line and curve of my body. Not that they need to memorize it. I will gladly show him my body every night if he desires.

Flipping open my pocket knife, I bend over onto the bed, my body hovering over Luka's, the blade concealed by my hand.

"Enjoying the show?" I ask, letting my hand slip into his jeans, my fingers brushing the tip.

"Immensely," He growls, thrusting his hips, his body begging for more of my touch.

"Good, because it's only just beginning."

I reveal the knife in my other hand, leaning back slightly to see his reaction. Seeing the blade, his eyes glow even brighter with excitement, his inner demon lying just beneath the surface, just the reaction I was expecting. His eyes follow my hand as I bring my knife down, letting the sharp end rest on the top of his jeans. The fire is flickering in his eyes as he waits to see what my next move will be. I pause, letting the anticipation build when I see the professor start to get restless; I remove my hand from the band of his jeans, flick open the button on his jeans, and slowly unzip him, my blade following my movements, Luka's eyes trailing my blade. Where the crotch of the jean meets the zipper, I begin to cut, the fabric easily tearing as I slice the blade down it, stopping right below his anus. I close my knife, sheathing the sharp metal into its inner f folds, before setting it down on the bed, freeing my hands.

"Those were my good jeans," Luka complains, the husky tone of his voice betraying his true feelings on the matter.

"You're a king now," My hands are within the hole I crafted, grasping the stiff fabric of the jeans, "You can afford more," I state right before I rip his jeans the rest of the way, revealing his thighs and legs, his cock, peeking through the hole in his boxers.

Using my knife once more, I make quick work of removing the rest of the pesky fabric, my eyes devouring Luka's beautiful lower body. His legs are long and lean, perfectly smooth. I'd asked him once if he'd shaved, to which he responded that he doesn't. Instead, he shared with me a story of how he'd come to learn how to spell himself to remove any unwanted body hair.

"Should I cut your boxers off too?" I ask, letting my hands hover just above where he desperately seeks my touch.

"You might find a monster hidden beneath them," Luka responds cockily.

"Don't worry, I grew up in the underworld. Conquering monsters is my forte."

"You should put your skills to the test." He taunts, his breath hitching as I let my pinky finger graze the silky fabric.

"How do you feel about being cut?" I ask, straddling him the rest of the way, my naked body resting a top of his still-clothed one, playing with my knife, twiddling it in my hands.

With how his cock twitches beneath me, I can tell that my question has excited him. "From your body's reaction, I don't need a verbal response," I reply to my own question, leaning forward and whispering in his ear, my knife, now on the other side of his head, gently pressing into his jaw.

Lowering my mouth, I pepper kisses down his face, licking his jawline and biting his throat before sucking the skin into my mouth, causing him to gasp, the point of my blade mimicking my pattern on the opposite end, deep enough to cause pain, but not enough to make him bleed, at least not yet. His thighs clench my waist, their powerful muscles holding me tightly within their embrace. I roll my hips, digging my erection against his thighs, eliciting a low moan from him that sends shivers throughout my entire body.

Slowly pushing myself up, I trail my blade down his neck, past his Adam's Apple, letting it knick his collarbone before I rest it on the ruff of his shirt, nipping through the hem. I watch hungrily as the crimson droplets stain the creaminess of his skin. Almost trance-like, I rub the pad of my thumb across the mess and watch it smear, the gesture causing Luka to hiss as I run my finger through his wound. Bending my head down, I kiss the damage I've caused before running my tongue over his skin, humming as the taste of iron and Luka combine in my mouth. While I pull back up and look at Luka, the fire in his eyes is extravagant.

"Let it out. Let it consume us." I whisper, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling my hands in the opposite direction, ripping the fabric and leaving it in tatters.

I'm watching keenly as Luka battles his wills. Part of him wants to release the beast inside of him, while the other is struggling to keep his composure. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't push them to expose the part of themselves that scares them, but this is Luka, and I know him better than he knows himself. I know he has the strength to control it and bring it back within himself. Egging his darkness on, I continue to trace my knife down his body, circling each nipple with it, pushing a little harder every so often to knick his skin, marveling at the beauty of the artwork I'm creating, the sight and scent of it alone is enough to make my body leak with want, my precum coating Luka's thigh.

Leaving a laceration on both sides of Luka's hips, I grasp the blade in my palm and slowly peel off his boxers, exposing his beautiful cock. Last year if you told me I'd find a male appendage beautiful, I would've laughed and asked what drug you were on and if I could score, but beautiful is the only way I can describe Luka's penis. It's long and thick, the skin silky and ribbed from the few veins that wrap around it. The sight of it alone makes me drool and ache with want. Lying my body flat between Luka's spread legs, I lick each hip, coating my tongue with his blood, keeping it in my mouth as I move to the center of his body. Dropping my pocket knife onto the bed, I grab his cock with my free hand, steadying it as I take his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, lapping up the evidence of his arousal, mixing the saltiness of his with the rust blood, moaning at the delicacy in my mouth.