Page 25 of Garlands and Gauntlets

Can he suck it?

Is he really asking?

I nod vigorously.

Again, no words.

And then his mouth is on me, hot and wet, taking me as deep as he can. I’m big, and I want to be gentle with him, but I’m starting to lose my grip on decency entirely. I want to ravish him, to make him feel the way he’s making me feel.

“Vaelin,” I gasp.

He strokes me, pulls his lips free with a pop. “Too much?”

“No, it’s good…keep going…”

“You taste amazing,” he murmurs.

He gets back into it with renewed fervor, sucking me and stroking me at the same time, I feel his tongue lap at the tip, drawing out precum. He fondles my shaft, my balls. I take his hair in one hand and lean back with the other, starting to thrust. “I’m gonna…I’m going to…Vaelin–”

He stops suddenly, pulling himself away from me. I was right on the brink, but now I’m coming back from it, watching as Vaelin stands and yanks his own pants off. His cock is like the rest of him–slender, graceful, beautiful–and I get the answer to one of my unspoken questions when he climbs on top of me to straddle me.

His cock slides between us.

I can’t…I can’t control myself.

Vaelin grinds on me, rocking his ass against my cock, his hands clasped at the back of my neck. Yes…yes, oh gods yes. I can’t believe I missed out on this my whole life, and I make a promise to myself right then and there that I’ll take every opportunity to make love to him until the day we die.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asks.

“I want to make love to you,” I say at the same time.

He pauses, looks me in the eye. I think I messed up. I need to apologize. He’s suddenly moving away from me, lurching toward the dresser drawer, and I’m wondering if he’s going to kick me out–

But he comes back with a vial of shimmering liquid instead.

“This,” he says, “is made with faerie dust. It’s going to uh…help meaccommodateyou?”

“Oh.” My breaths are coming sharp and fast now, my anxiety and anticipation mounting. “Oh.”

“It might tingle a bit…”

He pours some on his hand, then expertly caps the bottle again with the other. Then he’s reaching down, grasping me, stroking that shimmery liquid up and down.

I lean into his shoulder and kiss the hollow of his neck. “Gods…”

“Don’t come yet,” he says. “I want to give this to you, please. Just…”

His hand moves from my cock to himself; he rubs between his cheeks, moaning softly.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“More than ready,” I respond.

I feel him sink slightly, his ass kissing the head of my cock…

…then he’s taking me in.

Down.Down.

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