Page 88 of Magic in My Bones

My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the drawer, fumbling a bit before finding the small bottle. As I poured some of the slick liquid onto my fingers, Dorian's hand covered mine, steadying it.

I looked up at him, breathing hard. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his pupils blown wide. He was beautiful this way, utterly breathtaking. I couldn’t believe I was the one who’d brought him to this point, that he wantedme.

I warmed the lube between my fingers, my heart racing as I returned my attention to Dorian's body. His legs fell open, inviting me in, and I felt a surge of desire mixed with nervous anticipation. I circled his entrance with my slicked finger, marveling at the way the tight ring of muscle twitched under my touch.

“That's it,” Dorian breathed, his voice low and encouraging. “Take your time. There's no rush.”

Slowly, carefully, I pressed my finger inside. The heat and tightness were overwhelming, and I gasped softly at the sensation. Dorian's body seemed to pull me in, accepting myintrusion eagerly. I moved my finger experimentally, feeling the silky-smooth walls as I explored this new territory.

Dorian's breath hitched, his hips shifting slightly. His head rolled to the side and he let out a pleasured groan. “Gods, that’s good.”

I continued my gentle exploration, gradually working up to two fingers. Dorian's soft sighs and quiet moans guided me, showing me what felt good. I scissored my fingers, stretching him carefully, marveling at the way his body yielded to me.

“Curl your fingers upward,” Dorian instructed softly. “There's a spot—” Dorian’s back suddenly arched off the bed, a low moan escaping his lips as I followed his instructions. “There! Right there. Oh, gods, you’re good at this.”

I felt a surge of pride at Dorian's praise, my confidence growing with each passing moment. I focused on that spot, stroking it gently with my fingertips, watching in awe as Dorian writhed beneath me. His cock twitched, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

“Ren,” he gasped, his voice ragged. “You're driving me wild. Come here. I need to kiss you.”

I obliged eagerly, shifting up his body while keeping my fingers inside him. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling as Dorian's hands roamed my body. The prosthetic pressed against his thigh, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Do you want to try something more?” Dorian murmured against my lips. “We don't have to if you're not ready, but...”

My heart raced at the implication. “I want to,” I breathed and offered a small, sheepish smile. “Is it weird that I’m having fun?”

Dorian's eyes crinkled with warmth as he smiled back at me. “Not weird at all,” he murmured, his voice rich with affection. “Sex should be fun, Ren. Playful. Joyful, even.”

His words sent a wave of relief washing over me. I hadn't realized how much I'd needed to hear that until he said it. This wasn't just about getting off or proving something. It was about connection, exploration, and, yes, fun.

“Now,” Dorian said, his tone playful, “why don't we try something a little different?” With a graceful movement that made my breath catch, he rolled onto his stomach. The candlelight played across the planes of his back, creating a chiaroscuro of shadows that begged to be traced.

“I prefer it this way,” he explained, looking back at me over his shoulder, “and you'll have a better view of what you're doing. Take your time. Explore.”

I felt a rush of exhilaration as I took in the sight before me. Dorian's back was a canvas of lean muscle and smooth skin, interrupted only by a few scattered scars that spoke of adventures I had yet to hear about. The curve of his spine led my eyes down to the swell of his ass, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch.

I marveled at the way Dorian's skin felt beneath my hands, the firm muscles of his back, the soft dip at the base of his spine. I took in every nuance, every texture in exquisite detail. It was intoxicating.

Slowly, reverently, I traced the contours of Dorian's body. My fingers danced along his sides, eliciting a soft shiver. I kneaded the muscles of his shoulders, drawing out a low, appreciative moan. When I reached the swell of his ass, I hesitated for just a moment before I spread his cheeks gently, exposing his already slick entrance. I touched him again there, sliding two fingers inside easily.

“You might need more lube,” Dorian instructed softly. “Just in case. And take it slow. It’s…been some time since I’ve done this.”

I nodded, reaching for the bottle of lube with trembling hands. As I slicked up the prosthetic, a mix of nerves and excitement fluttered in my chest. This was really happening.

Positioning myself behind Dorian, I took a deep breath to steady myself. I lined up the prosthetic with his entrance, the tip just barely touching him.

“Okay?” I asked softly, needing one last confirmation.

Dorian looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes dark with desire but still so warm and encouraging. “Go ahead, Ren. I'm all yours.”

Those words sent a thrill through me. Slowly, carefully, I began to push forward. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first, then gradually yielded to me. I watched in fascination as the prosthetic disappeared inch by inch into Dorian's body.

Dorian let out a long, low moan as I sank deeper. “Oh gods, Ren,” he breathed. “That feels incredible.” He gasped, fingers curling in the sheets.

I paused, overwhelmed by the sensation and the sight before me. The prosthetic might not have been flesh and blood, but the enchantment made it feel like an extension of myself. I could feel Dorian's heat, the way his body gripped me, and it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

“You all right?” Dorian asked, his voice strained but gentle.

“I should be asking you that,” I breathed. “You’re the one taking all the pressure.”

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