Chained in the Lab

Feeding Time

Henry

"You'd think he was a stranger to my charms," Zauriel laughed as Johann hustled out of the room.

"You, and he, uh?" Henry stared. He was honestly a little surprised, though he wasn't sure why. Johann obviously didn't judge Zauriel or his partners.

"I don't kiss and tell," Zauriel winked. "Who am I kidding, of course, I do! He's lovely. Gentle and energetic for a mature mortal man. If you're inclined to friends with benefits, you'd benefit from a friendship with him."

"I," Henry laughed, "it's not so easy here. He's technically my superior, and we barely know each other! Besides, I don't think he prefers men who aren't magically alluring."

"Ah, right, orientation is a thing. I keep forgetting. I'm glad it doesn't hold him back with me. I should offer to be a woman for him more often. He's too shy to ask." Zauriel looked Henry over, and Henry couldn't help straighten his back just a bit, though he did manage not to flex or puff out his chest. He wasn't a teenager anymore! "I don't think you're too shy to tell me what you like, though. Are you?"

"Hardly," Henry said. "I mean, I don't mind being fed on. But don't worry about putting on a show, I think I like you as you are."

"Really? No dream girl?" Zauriel winked. "Or guy? I don't judge."

"Nah, no one right now." Henry shifted so he could rest his chin on one hand. "What about you? The ratio of women to men here is a bit low."

Zauriel shrugged. "I like the guys, myself. Though I make an exception for Annabeth. She's extraordinary. And when it comes down to it a meal's a meal, but, yeah." He glanced away. "You don't think I'm too picky?"

"Dude, no. You having preferences is no different from a human preferring, say, steak to shrimp or whatever. It's normal."

"Ah. Most of my kind aren't all that discerning about gender, really, but, well. Everyone has a type."

"And yours?"

Zauriel laughed. "I like 'em big, muscly. Authoritative. Which makes this damn near a perfect buffet." He flicked his tail. "I don't even mind much that my contractor doesn't... well, I mean he can't help being how he is."

"Doesn't... you mean your contractor doesn't feed you?"

"No. But that's all right. He arranges for me to be fed and makes sure I'm never lonely. But he's so... so formal with me. I'd rather be close. I'm four months into my contract and our longest conversation was about my standing body temperature and comparative blood typing. I mean, it was a very intellectually stimulating conversation, and I enjoyed it, sure. But I'd honestly love to just hang out like I do with the rest of the staff."

"Maybe he feels awkward because of the contractor title? That can be a little weird for a human not used to the way things are in other realms," Henry suggested.

Zauriel nodded. "That could be it... Ah, well. Maybe when he's not responsible for me he'll loosen up? I can hope."

"Maybe."

"Speaking of loosening up," Zauriel grinned and leaned into Henry's personal space. His tail flicked out to fiddle with the sleeve of Henry's shirt. He managed to undo the tiny button holding the cuff closed, which was a frankly impressive amount of dexterity.

"Well, now," Henry said. "What else can you do with that thing?"

No Incubus born had ever needed more of an invitation than that.

Zauriel wrapped his tail around Henry's wrist and drew him closer. Henry managed not to sprawl on his face, barely, but he did end up with both hands on Zauriel's bare shoulders. The warmth there was startling, even having been with procubi before. Henry let himself melt against the lithe muscles of Zar's chest, and set his hands to wandering up and down his arms and shoulders.

Clearly wanting to show off, Zar kept his hands demurely folded in his lap, and let his tail do the work. In moments, Henry had been divested of his uniform shirt, each button neatly opened with a single flick of his tail's flared point. Henry ran a hand along Zar's tail, just the lightest brush of fingers. He knew it was a sensitive appendage, close to his member in sensation actually. Didn't want to rush too much, but it'd been a while since Henry had played with a procubi's tail and, well, watching Zar shudder and squirm sent a warm ache straight to Henry's loins. He moved his touch up, to the horns. They were smooth and warm, though cooler than his skin. Henry paused, head tilted until Zar butted the horn closer to his hand. Some procubi loved to have their horns rubbed, some hated the sensation. Zar clearly relished it, as his chest began to rumble in a sound that could only be compared to a cat's purr.

"There we are," Henry murmured.

Zauriel explored Henry's chest and shoulders with his hands, tracing the muscles down his arms with a grin.

"Do I pass muster?" Henry asked, laughing a little.

"Oh, definitely," Zauriel purred. He rubbed his face against Henry's chest and nipped out his tongue to give one n****e a teasing flick.

Henry took a deep, sharp breath and felt the heady rush of Zar's magic hit. His p***s, already quite interested in the warm, willing body pressed against him, twitched to hardness.

"Well, well now," Zauriel grinned and brushed the back of his hand along the front of Henry's pants.

Henry made a choked sound. He stood up to pull his suddenly confining pants off. He loosened his belt, but Zauriel put a hand on his wrist to stop him.

"Wait, wait, I like to guess. Boxers or briefs... you strike me as a boxers guy," Zauriel mused.

His tail flicked again, and Henry's slacks fell to pool at his ankles.

"Half right," Henry shrugged.

"Boxer briefs are cheating," Zar pouted attractively. "You gotta lose them."

"Gladly."

Henry wiggled out of the last remains of his clothing until he stood naked over the kneeling incubus. Zauriel leaned back to examine his next meal. A pleased smirk pulled at his lips.

"I realize we're only recently acquainted," Zar said, "but perhaps you'd allow me just a... little... taste?"

He leaned closer with each word until his breath teased the sensitive flesh of Henry's shaft.

"Uh. Yeah. Yes. Please." Henry tried to collect himself. This was hardly his first s****l encounter! But something about the way Zar looked up at him through his bangs, the hint of warm breath across his flesh, the teasing smirk and the enticing curl of the incubus' back, it was all Henry could do to stand still and not pounce on him.

Zar's tail wrapped around Henry's thigh, teasing and pulsing hotly. It wasn't even touching anything really interesting, and Henry was breathing like a winded racehorse!

Zar kept his hands down and leaned even closer. His tongue nipped out, just a flick of hot wetness against Henry's weeping slit. Henry whined deep in his throat. Zar made a delighted sound, and lunged forward, enveloping Henry in sultry heat and began to do things with his tongue that were probably illegal in a dozen states.

Henry groaned and clenched his hands in Zar's long, silky hair. The incubus sped up, purring deep in his throat while his tail tweaked and teased Henry's tightening balls.

"Damn," Henry gasped, "that, that's so... oh, yes, there..."

Words tumbled from his mouth, became incoherent sounds. It was all Henry could do to keep on his feet. Zar looked up at him with a wicked gleam in those mesmerizing eyes and did... something... with his tongue, and that was more than Henry could take. He exploded down the incubus' throat, fists tightening in Zar's hair and knees folding.

Zar drank every drop and licked his lips, smiling and purring. He eased Henry to his knees and nuzzled against the man's chest and neck. Henry released his hair and put his hands on Zar's face, bringing him close for a deep, wet kiss.

Zauriel hummed into the kiss and purred deep in his throat. Finally, they had to come up for air.

"Oh, I think we're going to be very good friends indeed, Henry Cartwell," Zauriel declared.

"Definitely." Henry shook himself slightly. "Should I..." he waved down. "Would you like me to return the favor?"

"Yes... but not today," Zar grinned. "I want to fantasize for a little while. Imagine having you on your knees for me, whining for a taste of me... I want to dream of you."

"Ah. You like to savor the anticipation?"

"Exactly so." Zar handed Henry his boxer briefs, dangled off one finger. "But... don't dress too quickly, now."