Page 114 of Blinding Light

“Gotcha.” Moargan grinned.

Cyprian looked around, yellow eyes wide and glassy, and tipped his head as he traced the ropes back to the ceiling. Then they darted back to his knees.

“Wh-wh?—”

“Sshh.” Moargan lubed his cock and stroked himself in that same slow and teasing way he played with Cyprian’s ass. “You got yourself in danger today.”

Cyprian shivered, lips parting as he let out another strangled wheeze. “Sorry,” he finally stammered.

“Sorry.” Moargan swallowed his grin at the admission. “Why didn’t you text me to say you were leaving the house?” He crooked his fingers, hitting Cyprian’s prostate. His cock wept in his hold at the sight of pure ecstasy on his lover’s face. He rolled his hips, needing more of Moargan’s touch.

“I-I’m not sure.”

“You mean you forgot?”

Cyprian mewled, shaking his head wildly.

“Where did you go?” Moargan insisted.

Cyprian bit his lower lip when he pulled out his fingers and wrapped them around his own cock, before nudging the head against his lover’s loosened opening. “Just. Out.Out.” He hissed when the crown of Moargan’s cock penetrated his hole breaching his lover as he worked himself in. Only then did he give them a moment to breathe. And then he slowly started rocking back and forth.

“You were risking your life because you needed to be fuckingout?” Moargan growled. It was so typical Cyprian that it made his need for violence waver. “Were you having visions again?”

“Too tired,” Cyprian breathed, then moaned. He thrashed in his bonds, looking so fucking sexy. Moargan wanted to keep him like this forever, restrained, his dick buried in Cyprian’s warm, tight hole. Safe. Cherished.

Their palms connected, finding each other in the darkness, making their bodies thrum with a desire so deep it had become a permanent part of them.Home.

Moargan’s lips kissed the shell of Cyprian’s ear. “If only you would let me in, I could fight the world for you. My Royal Consort.”

Cyprian hummed in reply, a smooth, low rasp. He was close, Moargan could feel it in the way he panted and tightened around his cock, eyes filled with fire.

There was a crackle, then suddenly the room sparked to light. Cyprian whined and his cock spasmed in Moargan’s grip.

“You’re mine,aeon. Only mine.” Moargan sped up his rhythm. Sweat dripped down his forehead and fire licked his veins as he thrusted toward the finish line. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

Beneath him, Cyprian trembled. He opened his mouth, and the first light bulb shattered.

“Fuck, lover—” Moargan gasped. His orgasm was approaching.

Another light bulb burst, followed by another one.

Moargan shouted as he came, releasing in Cyprian’s hole as pleasure raced through his insides.

More light bulbs spat, making the room go darker until finally it shimmered once more in twilight.

Moargan rode out the waves of heat until he felt empty and spent, then he dived forward and took Cyprian’s trembling cock inside his mouth and down to his throat in one fluid suction.

“Moargan…” Cyprian moaned. “Angel.” The final light bulb shattered, and Cyprian did too, whimpering when he filled Moargan with his release.

Moargan moaned as he swallowed. Ropes and ropes of release filled his mouth. When he’d fully milked Cyprian’s dick, he released his cock from his mouth, licked the head clean, and went to untying his lover’s knees and ankles from the rope.

Cyprian nestled against his chest; leg wrapped around Moargan’s thighs.

“Let me in,” Moargan whispered against Cyprian’s raven hair strands.

“I’m trying,” came Cyprian’s soft reply. He sighed when Moargan stroked his hair in a slow, soothing rhythm.

“I know you are, lover, I know you are.”

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