Page 89 of Magic in My Bones

He shifted and let out a groan that made my skin tingle. “Trust me. I am more than all right. You can move at your pleasure, love.”

I started to move, slowly at first, marveling at the way Dorian's body accepted me. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, but it was more than just a physical sensation. This was euphoria, a profound affirmation of who I was. I was a man,making love to the man I adored, and it felt right in a way I couldn't articulate.

Dorian moaned softly, his back arching as I pushed deeper. “That's it, Ren,” he encouraged. “You feel so good!”

His words sent a thrill through me. I was doing this. I was giving Dorian pleasure, making him feel good. This brilliant, kind, beautiful man who had given me so much was now writhing beneath me, lost in the sensations I was creating.

I ran my hands over Dorian's back, tracing the curves and planes of his body. My movements were clumsy at times, my rhythm faltering as I tried to find the right angle and speed.

Even as I moved inside him, Dorian maintained his control through words and touch, guiding every movement with practiced precision. His commands were soft but firm, leaving no doubt about who was truly in charge despite our positions.

“That's it,” he breathed, reaching back to grip my hip, controlling my pace. “Just like that. You're doing so well for me.”

His praise washed over me like warm honey, making me want to try even harder to please him. Every approving sound, every whispered “good lad” drove me higher, making me feel simultaneously powerful and completely under his control.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against Dorian's back as I continued to move. The change in angle drew a sharp gasp from him, his body tensing beneath me.

“Right there,” he breathed, his voice ragged. “Oh gods, Ren, right there.Please!”

Hearing Dorian beg sent a jolt of electricity through me. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the power I held in this moment. I, Ren Wickens, awkward apprentice necromancer and eternal klutz, had reduced this beautiful, powerful man to a quivering mess beneath me. For the first time, I really understood what it meant to be powerful and confident as a man.

I gripped Dorian's hips, angling my thrusts to hit that spot that made him gasp and moan. Each sound he made spurred me on, filling me with a heady mix of desire and pride. I was doing this. I was making him feel this good.

“Please, Ren,” Dorian panted, his voice rough with need. “Harder. I need—oh gods!”

I obliged, picking up the pace. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, our mingled gasps and moans creating a symphony of pleasure. I watched, mesmerized, as my prosthetic disappeared into Dorian's body over and over again. The sight was erotic beyond belief.

Dorian's back was a canvas of tension, his muscles rippling under his skin as he pushed back against me. I ran my hands along his sides, marveling at the way he shivered at my touch. I leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat on my tongue.

“Ren,” Dorian gasped, his voice strained but still commanding. “I'm close. Let me show you how to make this perfect.” His hand found mine, guiding it to wrap around his cock. "Match your strokes to your thrusts. That's it... good lad... just like that.”

I followed his instructions eagerly, desperate to prove myself worthy of his praise. The dual sensation of being inside him while following his commands was intoxicating, making me feel both powerful and completely submitted to his will.

“You're doing so well,” he breathed, his words punctuated by soft moans. “Such a good student. You’re going to make your professor come, lad.”

His words hit me like lightning, sending electricity through every nerve. Here was this brilliant, powerful man, my professor, my mentor, my lover, about to come undone because of me. Because of my body, my touch. The realization was dizzying, affirmation coursing through me like pure magic. I waspleasuring him exactly the way he needed, the way I'd always dreamed of but never thought possible. Each thrust, each stroke, each moan from his lips was proof I could do this, I could be this. I was this.

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice rough with emotion and pride. “I want to feel you come on my cock, sir. Want to know I can make you feel this good.”

I redoubled my efforts, driving into him with renewed vigor. The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking - the slap of skin on skin, our mingled moans and gasps, the creak of the bed beneath us. I was lost in the sensations, the heat of Dorian's body, the way he clenched around me with each thrust.

Suddenly, Dorian's body went rigid. He let out a cry of ecstasy, his back arching beautifully as he came. I watched in awe as his release painted the sheets beneath us, an impressively copious amount. The sight was intoxicating, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I had brought him to this point.

I slowed my movements, gently easing Dorian through the aftershocks of his orgasm. His body trembled beneath me, but his voice remained steady, guiding.

“Easy now,” he murmured, reaching back to control my withdrawal. “Slowly... that's it. You've done so well for me. Every time I thought I couldn't love you more, you prove me wrong,” Dorian murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “The way you trust me, the way you let me guide you while finding your own strength… You're extraordinary, Ren.”

His praise made me flush with pride, even as uncertainty crept in about my own needs. But Dorian, ever attentive, seemed to read my mind.

“Now,” he said, his voice taking on that teacher's tone that made me shiver, “let me show you how I reward such excellent behavior.” He turned his head to look at me, his eyes heavy-lidded but filled with warmth. “Did you…?”

I shook my head, heat creeping up my neck. “I don't think I can... not with the prosthetic,” I admitted. “But gods, Dorian, that was amazing. I've never felt anything like it.”

Dorian's eyes softened with understanding. He reached back, gently squeezing my thigh. “It's alright, love. This was about exploration, remember? There's no pressure to do anything you're not comfortable with.”

I carefully withdrew, marveling at the way Dorian's body seemed reluctant to let me go. He turned over, pulling me into his arms. The feeling of his skin against mine, slick with sweat and trembling slightly from exertion, sent a thrill through me.

“Would you like me to help you finish?” Dorian's voice held that perfect blend of dominance and tenderness that never failed to make me melt. “You've earned it, being such a good lad for me.”

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