Page 26 of Garlands and Gauntlets

I can’t imagine it feels good–he’s so small and I’m so big, I was an idiot to think this could possibly work out–but Vaelin groans and justkeeps sinking. It must be the faerie dust, because he someone takes all of me, hissing out a pleasured breath.

He clenches, tight, tight–

“I can’t hold out,” I warn him.

“You can,” he says. “Oh…oh gods…”

He starts to rock on my cock, his arms wrapped around my neck, his knees on either side of my hips. All I can do is hold his hips and watch him–trying to focus on not coming too soon, because I know that would be embarrassing and I want to show him better than that.

“You feel…you feel perfect,” he says, voice breathy. His cock is slapping against my stomach as he starts to ride me. I want to do something, anything to make him feel even better. “You…yes!”

He stops when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it like I would my own. I don’t know any better, but I guess it works, because I feel his ass spasm around me, a little spurt of silvery pre-cum leaking out of him.

“Keep doing that,” he begs. “Please.”

“Okay,” I nod. “Yeah…yes…”

We start a rhythm, Vaelin riding my cock, rocking his hips in perfect time. I can feel myself slipping into euphoria, into the feel of him.

“Theo…” he groans. “Yes, Theo, yes–”

His words spark something inside me, something that’s been long dormant. I lose myself in the rhythm, moving him the way I want on my cock, listening to him chant my name.

More precum leaks from his cock.

I need…

With a growl, I hold him by the hips and flip him onto his back, finding a new spot that makes him scream. He lets out a cry, fingers clawing at my shoulders. I would wonder if I’ve hurt him, but he gives me this sex-drunk smile and nods.

“Keep going,” he gasps. “I need to feel you.”

So I do.

I thrust my hips into him, his legs splayed wide, his cock wet with his own arousal. I reach for it again, holding myself up on one arm, and Vaelin just lets himself give in—runs his hand up and down that muscled arm, the other over my chest. I keep tugging on his cock, feeling myself near the edge…

“Come for me, Theo,” Vaelin urges.

And it’s those simple words that do it.

I come with a throttled groan, letting out everything I’ve been struggling with these past few days…or weeks. I release my anger over being kicked out of Greymarch Manor, my fear of the unknown, of the father I never met.

Because being here with Vaelin?

That’s what matters…and all that led me here.

I inhale the smell of him, inkblots and woodsmoke and…well, just a hint of baked bread. As I pull out, Vaelin groans, and I graze my lips over his skin.

“That was incredible,” I breathe.

“Your first time is always incredible.”

“But…” I pull my head up to look him in the eye. “You’re special, Vaelin. I mean that.”

He twines his fingers with mine, then he pulls me to lie down beside him. Vaelin snuggles up next to me, yanking the blanket over us both. My body curves to his perfectly, holding him close, and I realize the bed isn’t too small.

It’s just right.

Chapter fourteen

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