Blaine had been absolutely certain that by now, Hurel would have understood what he wanted without him having to say a word. But the spider just sat there, blinking those usually half-lidded eyes at him with feigned innocence, wide and round like some clueless creature. It was infuriating, but Blaine couldn’t bring himself to get angry—it was too embarrassing. He cleared his throat awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Not just here… it’s itchy down there too.”
Silence.
Blaine shifted his wrist lower, spreading his legs slightly. The spider’s round eyes narrowed into slits. Ah, yes, that look. That cold, appraising gaze sent a throb of heat straight through his gut.
“I-I mean… you haven’t… done it for me lately,” Blaine mumbled, slurring his words. He couldn’t bring himself to say, “As a respectable bee, I’m itchy because you haven’t been licking my ass like you used to.” He refused to admit he was in the same desperate position as those wretched aphids. He wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened. That it wasn’t real.
“Down there’s itchy?”
Hurel’s voice was low, teasing, and Blaine’s face burned.
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
He snapped back, his voice rough with frustration. That tone—like he was scolding Blaine for his own lewdness—grated on him. Because none of this was his fault.
“You… you’re the one who made me like this.”
“What?”
“It’s your fault. You have to take responsibility.”
Blaine had decided he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. If Hurel was the one who ruined him, then Hurel was the one who had to fix it. For a tense moment, the spider just stared at him, expression unreadable. Then, suddenly, his face lit up like a lamp switching on—soft, wicked, a smile curling his lips. The drastic shift made Blaine’s throat bob nervously, his fingers trembling with anticipation.
“Fine. My fault.”
“Nnngh…”
“I’ll take responsibility.”
But that smile was cheating. Hurel’s lazy eyes crinkled as he grinned, slowly crawling closer. Blaine shuddered like prey caught in a predator’s jaws, a pathetic whimper escaping him. Fear and desire made his eyes prick with tears, his legs twitching apart on their own.
“Ah, y-yes, h-hick—!”
“I haven’t even done anything yet. Relax.”
Hurel murmured, pressing a light, bird-like kiss to his skin, stroking him gently. But everywhere the spider’s hands touched burned like fire, and from the base of his spine to the back of his neck, the itch was unbearable—his body twisted without his control.
“Spread your legs.”
I’m really broken, Blaine thought distantly, but he obediently parted his thighs wide. That low, commanding voice alone was enough to soak his underwear. A fleeting pang of sadness flickered through him, but he shook his head. What was the point in mourning what he’d already become?
Hurel pressed his soft, red lips just below Blaine’s navel, his fingers tracing the firm lines of his chest, the elegant curve of his waist, the narrow dip of his hips. Before Blaine realized it, his pants were gone—vanished as if by magic. He blinked stupidly. Did this spider just use sorcery?
Hurel kneaded his ass gently, soothingly, then sucked at the tender skin of his inner thighs with wet, obscene sounds. It felt too good, too hot—shame burned in Blaine’s cheeks, but the craving for more was stronger. A needy whine slipped from his throat, and Hurel—still wearing that faint, infuriating smile—slid his hands under Blaine’s thighs, lifting them up. His hips rose off the bed, leaving him completely exposed.
“F-faster…”
The plea spilled out before he could stop it. Hurel either didn’t hear or pretended not to, his movements maddeningly slow, his gaze dissecting Blaine like some kind of specimen. Blaine squirmed, desperate.
“H-Hurel… please, faster…”
His voice cracked, high and ridiculous, making his face burn even hotter. The spider neither mocked nor coddled him—just smiled that strange, knowing smile and dipped his head.
“Hiiik!”
The barest brush of a fingertip sent Blaine arching off the bed. His entrance, already twitching in anticipation, reacted violently. Instead of shoving inside like Blaine expected, Hurel kept his touch light, circling with the pad of his finger, teasing.
Blaine whined, lifting his hips in frustration. A warm, amused breath ghosted over his inner thigh, sending shivers down his spine. His pleas grew more frantic, tinged with irritation.
“Faster, nngh, please—!”
“So impatient,” Hurel chided, still not rushing. “I’ll get to it soon.”
As if he wasn’t the one driving Blaine out of his mind. Blaine glared, biting his lip, but the spider just smirked—You’re so cute—and just like that, Blaine’s anger melted away.
“Hah!”
The touch was lighter than a butterfly’s wing, softer than a dandelion seed landing on skin, but it sent Blaine jerking. Hurel pinned his thick thighs down, raining feather-light kisses over him. When those hot, soft lips finally pressed against his most sensitive spot, Blaine couldn’t hold back a broken moan.
“Ahh, nnngh, hii—!”
At last. Hurel used his thumb to spread him open, his wet, pliant tongue slipping inside. Blaine’s arms flailed before he managed to grab handfuls of Hurel’s silky hair, his knees hitching up to his shoulders, trapping the spider’s head between his legs.
Sparks exploded behind his eyelids. He was wide awake, but all he saw were bursts of color, his vision swimming.
“Nnngh, ah, h-hick—!”
“Mmm.”
Hurel’s tongue worked diligently, but Blaine’s entrance stayed stubbornly tight, clenching around nothing. Normally, Hurel would have smacked it sharply for misbehaving, but instead, he just peppered it with gentle kisses before parting his lips to suck the delicate flesh inside. The sudden, slightly rougher stimulation made Blaine jolt like he’d been struck.
The pressure at his rim was one thing, but the way Hurel’s nose brushed his perineum, the way his chin grazed his balls—every tiny sensation was torture. Blaine clutched at his hair, pulling him closer, begging for more. Hurel’s quiet chuckles vibrated against him, making him even more sensitive.
Finally, Blaine’s body surrendered, his entrance fluttering open, silently demanding deeper penetration. Hurel rewarded him with more kisses before spreading him wider with his fingers and driving his tongue in deep.
“Ah, nnngh, hah—!”
“See? I told you.” Hurel’s voice was smug. “Now you’ll be itchy every night, won’t you?”
“Nnngh, ugh, h-hick—!”
“Why are you crying?” Hurel patted his ass soothingly, his tongue probing inside. “I’ll lick you every night. Isn’t that enough?”
The mix of pleasure and humiliation made Blaine’s vision blur. He thought he’d be used to this by now, but the shame only made the pleasure sharper—impossible to resist. He sobbed, his body writhing, completely at the spider’s mercy.
