Page 10 of Minotaurs and other Magic

Nate had expected it to take him a long time to go to sleep, given that his hands were bound and the other end of the rope was tied to the bed. That Rohan was in the same bed should’ve given him enough of a reason to stay awake.

It was clear the minotaur was interested in him. Without even touching Rohan’s cock, Nate was one hundred percent sure he wouldn’t be able to get his mouth around it or his hand. It was the kind of thing that got talked about after a few drinks amongst his friends. The biggest cock I ever rode… the weirdest hookup I ever made…

Everyone had those stories.

If he hooked up with a minotaur, no one would ever be able to top that.

Not that he was considering it.

While it felt as though he’d gone to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow—he’d missed pillows and blankets and soft mattresses while sleeping rough—he’d woken up as soon as daylight filtered into the room. But he didn’t want to get up yet. He wanted to go back to sleep; his eyes were still gritty, and his body was sore as if he’d slept on the cold ground.

He rolled over, hoping to go back to sleep. As he did, his eyelids flicked open to assess where Rohan was in the bed. He didn’t want to end up spooning the minotaur. Rohan lay on his back, the blankets around his thighs, and his hand working over that thick length of cock.

Nate closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He couldn’t roll back over again without it being obvious.Shit.He was going to have to lie there and pretend that nothing was going on.

Rohan made a little noise of pleasure, which made Nate crack his eyes open. He’d always enjoyed watching a guy get off, and this was no different, especially if he didn’t look at the horned head on the pillow. In the early morning light, Rohan's skin was a little redder…like the color of autumn leaves.

No, you idiot.He was cow…bull…colored. Russet.

His cock was darker, the head almost purple, with pre-come leaking from the slit and rolling over his skin. With each stroke, Rohan swept up more and slid it down his shaft. It was a very human-looking cock and balls. A trial of dark auburn hair ran from his bellybutton to his groin. The same auburn hair dusted over Rohan’s chest.

Another one of those little noises.

Did Rohan suspect he was awake? Were the sounds deliberate?

The scent of lust and pre-cum had him hooked. His morning wood was now less a waking reflex and something more demanding. If his hands were free, he might’ve tried to surreptitiously…

Rohan’s hips lifted as he thrust into his fist before coming with a groan. Cum shot out of his cock in thick white strands that splattered on Rohan’s muscular stomach. Nate’s cock twitched. He wanted to roll onto his stomach and grind against the bed for some friction.

“Did you like what you saw?”

Nate’s face burst into flames. He considered lying, but he didn’t want to make things worse for himself.

“Yes.” He forced the word out and then realized he said it in English. He repeated it in Tarikian.

Rohan rolled onto his side. He rested on one elbow, propping up his head. “What a pity you can’t touch your own cock.”

“Untie me, and I’ll be able to.”

Rohan flicked back the blanket, exposing Nate to his gaze. Nate shut his eyes. Until that moment, he’d never worried about the size of his cock. No one had ever complained either. Not that he wanted to fuck Rohan.

No, he wanted to attempt dying on that cock.

Which wasn’t like him at all. Size had never been his thing, though he had friends who swore bigger was better when being fucked. He thought it more about the quality of the fucking, less about the size—when he wanted to be fucked.

“I could take care of it for you.”

“Uh…” What was the safe answer? Was there one? “Why would you do that?”

“It’s not polite to leave you on edge.”

He was in a coma. That had to be the answer. And somehow, his panic and fear had turned into a sex dream. If he was lying in a hospital bed somewhere, unconscious, did that mean he had a hard-on?

His gaze skimmed over Rohan’s cum splattered abs to his slightly less firm cock. This was what he got for reading some monster romances…erotic monster romances.

Who didn’t like the idea of being swept up by a big, strong monster?

After breaking up with his ex, it had been the kind of escapist, unrealistic fiction he’d needed. Especially after teaching literature to kids who’d rather talk about what their favorite celebrity just posted.

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