Page 64 of Magic in My Bones

He obliged, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust. “That's it, mo stóirín,” Dorian praised, his accent thicker with desire. “Let me guide you. Let me show you how good this can be.” His hands were firm on my hips, controlling our pace, teaching me through touch how to move with him. “You're doing so well, following my lead so perfectly.”

This was what I needed, to be cherished and guided, to surrender control to someone who saw me, all of me, as desirable and worthy of pleasure.

“Please,” I gasped, desperate for more. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” Dorian assured me, his voice rich with authority. One hand slid between us to stroke my cock. “And I'll give it to you. But first, I want to hear you. Tell me how good this feels.”

“It's—ah!” I gasped as Dorian's fingers circled my cock just right. “It feels incredible. Like I'm burning up from the inside.” My hips bucked, caught between the sensation of him inside me and his skilled fingers working my shaft. “You make me feel so full, so... so...”

“Say it,” Dorian encouraged, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

“Safe,” I breathed, the word catching on a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Wanted. Like my body was made for this, for you.”

Dorian groaned, his rhythm faltering for a moment. “That's it, love. You're perfect just as you are.” His thumb pressed against my cock, making me cry out. “So responsive, so beautiful. The sounds you make drive me wild.”

His fingers traced the length of my cock with reverent attention, making me shiver. “Do you have any idea how sexy this is?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “How much I love touching you here, feeling you get hard for me?” His thumb circled the sensitive head, drawing a desperate moan from my throat. “The way you respond to my touch, how your cock swells and throbs... it's intoxicating.”

I whimpered, overcome by his words, by the pure desire in his voice. There was no hesitation in his touch, no uncertainty, just genuine appreciation and want. “Really?”

Dorian's fingers tightened around my shaft, stroking firmly as he thrust deep. “I love it. Love how sensitive you are, how perfectly you fit in my hand.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his breath hot against my lips. “Love making you feel good. Watching you writhe with pleasure when I touch you just right.”

His words sent heat rushing through me, chasing away any lingering doubts. The way he touched me, the way he talked about my body, made me feel sexy, desirable. Made me feel like my body was exactly as it should be.

“Love being inside you,” Dorian breathed against my neck, his thrusts deep and steady. “You feel incredible, so hot and tight around me.” His hands gripped my hips possessively. “My handsome lad, taking me so well.”

The praise made me dizzy with pleasure.

“That's it,” he encouraged as I rocked up to meet him. “Gods, yes. Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasped, moving faster.

His hands stilled my hips, and I whimpered, irritated that he wasn’t letting me move more. “Patience, love. Let me feel you squeeze around me.”

I obeyed instinctively, clenching around him, and gasped when he moved. That small adjustment made his cock drag against mine, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Perfect,” he praised. His hand slid up to cup my jaw, making me meet his intense gaze. “Now look at me and let go. Let me give you all the pleasure you deserve.”

The combination of his dominance and his complete acceptance of my masculinity made me feel safe enough to truly let go. I didn't have to question or doubt. I could just be a man experiencing pleasure with another man who desired me exactly as I was.

He shifted, changing the angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “Oh! Oh gods, right there!”

“There it is,” Dorian purred, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Now be a good lad and take what I give you." His thrusts deepened, each one hitting that perfect spot while his fingers worked my cock in counterpoint. “I want to feel you come apart around me. Want to feel how tight you get when you're close.”

The dual sensations were overwhelming. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the pressure built. “Dorian, I'm—I can't—”

“You can,” he assured me, his voice commanding even as pleasure roughened it. “Give in to it. Let me watch you come undone.”

My world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected. Everything else fell away. The lingering fears from mynightmare, the anxieties about my body, the looming threats we faced. None of it mattered in this moment. There was only Dorian, only the pleasure building between us, only the adoration I saw shining in his eyes as he gazed down at me.

With every thrust, my cock rubbed against the coarse hair on Dorian's stomach, adding yet another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. I could feel myself getting close, a familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core. But this was different from anything I'd experienced before, deeper, more intense, more all-encompassing.

“Dorian,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I…I…”

“Let it happen, mo stóirín,” Dorian murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I've got you. Come for me, Ren.”

The tension that had been building inside me suddenly snapped. Our magic exploded outward in a shower of silver sparks as pleasure crashed through me. Every nerve ending sang with ecstasy, amplified by the surge of power between us. I could feel Dorian everywhere—inside me, around me, his magic twining with mine until I couldn't tell where I ended, and he began.

The cottage's wards flared in response to our shared pleasure, casting everything in an ethereal glow. Even the air seemed charged with energy, thick with the scent of sex and something deeper, more primal, like lightning about to strike or stars being born.

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