Page 33 of Blinding Light

Only two years younger than Moargan. He looked younger. Maybe it was because of the flawless skin. Perhaps it was theinnocent look in his eyes. Whatever it was, it made Moargan want to puff up his chest and claim his stake over him again and again, just because he could.

“Come.” Holding out the beers, he pointed his chin toward the bedroom. He could feel Xander’s hesitance, but the other guy begrudgingly followed him inside.

Kicking the bathroom door shut with his foot, they headed further inside the bedroom. Moargan discarded his shirt soon. He handed Xander a beer and plopped down onto his bed. “Now, come here and drop the towel.”

“What?” Xander gasped, eyes wide.

“The towel. Drop it.” Moargan took a drink, then placed the beer on his bedside table.

“No! I-I want to get dressed.” Xander looked uncomfortable. And it made Moargan want to provoke his little liar just a bit more.

“Oh, really? I’d say that’s not true.” Grabbing Xander’s ass cheeks with both hands he hauled him in and brushed his forehead against Xander’s toweled crotch. Mouthing the damp towel, he felt Xander shiver. His mouth traced the curve of Xander’s bulge that quickly hardened under his touch. “If you don’t drop the towel right away, my boys will come in. And they will make you before you can think of your next words.”

That was a shit lie to sell, but Xander bought it, face-paling. He turned over his shoulder to eye the door that Moargan had carefully closed behind them, then slowly dropped the towel. It fluttered down, temporarily held by his hardened cock. A nervous chuckle wooshed past Xander’s lips, and he blushed even more fiercely.

Those eyes…Bright, reluctant as it reflected his desire. And that cock… long and hard, rosy on the tip.

Moargan opened his mouth and slowly curled his tongue around the crown of Xander’s hard shaft. A salty flavorexploded on his tongue, pre-cum oozing from the slit when he closed his lips around it and sucked gently.

Xander moaned, jerking his hips. Moargan purred when he felt the hesitant touch of a hand on his head. He let Xander brush his fingers through his blond strands and swirled his tongue around the leaking tip before he slid down and sucked in most of Xander’s dick. Pressing his nose against his pelvis, he inhaled the aroma of his property’s skin. Musk and the remainders of soap combined with anticipation.

Forming a ring with his fingers, he jacked Xander slowly while he dragged his tongue down to his balls and suckled them inside his mouth. Xander hissed, grinding his hips as the hand in his hair became sloppier, pulling his strands and putting pressure with every moan. When he released him, Moargan pulled back, took Xander’s beer, and put it on the bedside table next to his.

“Go and lay down on the bed, littleaeon.”

“No.” Xander shook his head. “No. This is wrong. You—” With a firm push, he crashed onto the bed. “Wait?—”

Moargan smashed his mouth on Xander’s, shutting him up. Sliding his tongue immediately inside the other guy’s mouth, he made it clear thathedictated the rules, dominating the kiss until Xander moaned inside his mouth. But the moment he released pressure, Xander pushed him in the chest, growling, in an attempt to free himself from Moargan’s grip.

“Fuck, I love it when you fight me.” Licking his jewelled incisors, Moargan fisted Xander’s cock, reveling in the unhinged whines that came out of his mouth. “You’re so close, I can feel it. You want to come, lover? Want to come in my hand, like last night? Or do you want to come inside my mouth?” Another jerk of the desperate cock in his hand.

Moargan grazed his teeth over Xander’s tender flesh on his throat. He was trembling. “Tell me how you want it. Hand or mouth?”

“I don’t want it,” Xander choked. “I don’t want you.”

“You’re such a liar.” He tapped Xander on his bare hip and laughed when he squealed. “Mylittle liar.”

Once he was naked, he crawled over Xander, who had stopped fighting and was waiting instead, chest heaving, mouth slack, despite his complaints.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“What are you doing?” He breathed.

“Let me show you, littleaeon.”

Part of him expected Xander to throw him off, but one gaze at his hazy, lust-induced eyes, and Moargan realized Xander was too desperate, despite his snarls. He planted his ass on the pillow above Xander and turned, facing his cock as he presented his own to Xander’s lips. “Open your mouth now.”

“No,” Xander growled, but it sounded more like a pout. Then he parted his lips at the pressure and let Moargan guide his cock inside the warmth of his mouth.

Moargan groaned. The feeling was exquisite and he stretched out his limbs as pleasure nestled inside his gut. Then he dove forward and took Xander’s cock in his own mouth, toying with the thrumming erection while his hand fondled his balls.

Xander moaned, the sound like music to Moargan’s ears. The melody filled with the reverberation of both their heartbeats and his own signs of contentment. He was good, his littleaeon, a bit sloppy in his inexperience, but he eagerly sucked and licked at Moargan’s weeping dick. So much for his protests. Like this, Moargan wouldn’t last long, but tonight wasn’t purely about pleasure. It was about setting the rules.

Xander’s hips stuttered and Moargan’s throat worked around the erupting orgasm, only to follow right after. Waves of pleasure let him ride high, and he grunted as he unloaded inside of Xander’s mouth. Both were swallowing as much as theycould, sucking and cleaning, before Moargan lifted himself off Xander.

“Good light. I…” Xander murmured. He didn’t finish his phrase.

For a moment, they just lay there, enjoying the cease-fire. It lasted too shortly for Moargan’s taste.

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