Page 39 of Blinding Light

When Moargan slowly pushed a finger in, Cyprian yelped and his muscles clenched.

“Look at me,” Moargan whispered. His tongue darted out, and he kept Cyprian’s wide stare as he opened his mouth wide, stretching his lips around his property’s shaft. Cyprian let out a moan, hips flexing.

Moargan chose that exact moment to slide his finger further inside, entering that tight channel before Cyprian’s muscles could keep him out. He let out a satisfied hum around Cyprian’s dick.

“It feels weird,” Cyprian complained. His cock didn’t, jolting inside Moargan’s mouth when Moargan let a second finger circle his entrance. “I never wanted to do this with anyone.” Like the last time, Cyprian started babbling. Slobbering around Cyprian’s cock, making it wet and sloppy, Moargan focused on the string of words that left his littleaeon’smouth while slowly pumping him with two fingers in search of his prostate.

“I was always too busy finding ways to get out.”

“There was this guy. He was handsome.”

A long, drawn moan. Moargan had found Cyprian’s point of pleasure. He grinned, increasing suction around Cyprian’s dick, and added a third finger, fucking his hole that had started to loosen up under the blowjob. It was time to get to the real fun.

“I never…I never talked to him,” Cyprian blurted. “I never…Good light, this feels good.” When Moargan slowly pulled back, Cyprian looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, yellow eyes blazing with need. “Don’t—please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Moargan lowered his briefs and let his own cock flop out and hit his flat, defined stomach. The tip was already wet and flushed, the sight of Cyprian, cuffed and trembling, was enough for his dick to throb.

Grabbing hold of Cyprian’s leg, he pushed it up and over his shoulder before giving his other leg the same treatment. It made his chest arch into his stretched arms, still held by the cuffs. “So pretty.” Cyprian’s pink pucker was slick from the lube, holepulsing, and agape. “That’s how I want you, littleaeon. Always ready for me. Sweet and trembling, afraid and hungry.”

Cyprian whimpered, his earlier babbling gone. His wet lips were slack, making Moargan drunk on desire.

“This is mine now. My beautiful property. My eyes. My mind. My cock andmyass.”

Another whimper.

Moargan took hold of his cock and let it glide between Cyprian’s ass cheeks, toying with the searing skin and watching hisaeonthrash on the bed. Then he grabbed Cyprian’s hips and pulled him in, using the leverage to start sliding in his cock.

“It hurts,” Cyprian gasped. His muscles tensed up again. “Moargan, stop…”

“Relax,aeon.” Moargan leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “It will hurt more if you tense up.”

“I don’t know if I want this.” Cyprian started panicking and tried to yank his cuffed hands free. “Please.”

Moargan nipped at Cyprian’s lower lip. “You know, my first time, I came before I could get in.”

Cyprian stopped thrashing to narrow his yellow gaze at him. “What do you mean?”

Moargan grinned. “I was so worked up. I’d been horny for the guy for weeks, and when I finally had him in my bed, and he sucked my dick, I was…woof.”

Cyprian gave him a hesitant chuckle. “What did he say?”

Moargan slid his dick a little further inside his tight channel. “He was disappointed, to say the least. And mean. What an asshole, no clue what I ever saw in the guy.”

Cyprian’s muscles relaxed when his chuckle became more convincing, and Moargan didn’t stop until he crossed the entirety of that tight tunnel and bottomed out.

“He told me I was a bad lover and that he should have known.”

“That’s mean.” Cyprian’s eyes blazed with annoyance.

“Very mean.” Moargan slowly gave them an experimental thrust of his hips.

Cyprian hissed and looked down to where their bodies were connected. His arms slumped back in their restraints, accepting their fate. “Are you—inside of me?”

“I am little aeon. Stay relaxed. This will get better soon.”

They watched each other.

Cyprian exhaled, took in another breath of air, and nodded.

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