Page 33 of The Buck Stops Hare

I nearly came on the spot, cock bucking in his fist, precum surging with a generous pulse. “I’ll do my best to grant every prayer you ever make. I swear it on my nature, on my element, and in my mother goddess’ presence.”

“I don’t ask for forever. I won’t ask for luxury. I pray for happiness. I pray for stability. I pray that the family you’ve started here welcomes me. I pray we spend long nights together and watch stars in endless skies and walk long trails, appreciating the land. I pray you teach me how to use my gifts as much as you teach me to love you the way you need. Most of all, I pray I won’t be ashamed to love you.”

“I’ll give you my always and offer you all I can. My days will be spent wishing and looking for ways to make you smile. I’ll hold you near and guard all that you hold in esteem. As your own brother has united to mine, our family is solid and you belong, regardless of my presence. Moreso, as your blood ties you. And we will howl at long moons and bathe in starlight. The trails we walk will heal for want of our attention, and I’ll guide your hand to show your true power. And whether you are ashamed to love me or not, I’ll hold your heart’s desires as my own. I know you can’t love me just yet, but when time comes, I’ll only take what you’re willing and able to give.”

He closed his eyes to soak in my words and opened his mouth, sucking me in with an anxious slurp. My praises and response to his oath bit forth on clipped syllables while he sucked me.

Hot tears trailed his cheeks, the dampness gathering over my thighs as he guided me deep into his mouth.

It was clear he didn’t know much about what he was doing, but his instincts weren’t going to fail him. I wasn’t going to fail him, either.

Tingles, prickles, and quakes ran up my thighs as he bathed my cock with his tongue, giving it the worship a god like me should have bathed in. Blood held no candle to his saliva, like honeyed ambrosia. I drank of his mouth, tasting him when we kissed, but on my cock, I nearly felt cheated out of his taste until the pleasure peaked.

His tongue darted and lips wrapped around me, stubbled jaw rasping against my hand as I reached down to palm his cheek. He dipped his head down as he reached for my hips and needed a gentle hand to not go too far. I’d love to feel his throat choking over my cock one day, but not before he could navigate doing so comfortably. “Cliff, please.”

His beautiful eyes stared up at me pleadingly when I rasped his name.

“I’m going to spill if you don’t stop soon,” I said, my voice a dry groan in my throat.

He pulled off me with an agonizing suckle, the head leaving his kiss-swollen lips with a wet pop, drool glistening on his lower lip. I wanted that image in my head for the rest of eternity.

“I was doing okay?” He swallowed the excess saliva glistening his lips and chin, licking errantly.

“More than so.” I didn’t drag him up to stand but knelt down with him, bare skin on the floor as we found one another in a tangle of limbs in embrace. Sex forgotten, he found his way into my lap, straddling me with arms wrapped over my shoulders. In return, I rested my hands over his hips, circling back to palm his lower back, just above the swell of his ass.

Needing something to do with his mouth, I assumed, he buried his face in my neck with wet kisses, tender nips, and infatuated suckling noises, sure to leave marks on my human visage. I’d let them linger. I’d never had such attention before, and I wanted nothing less. He was so desperate and unsure but taking everything he wanted.

When he lifted his hips and rolled his body against mine, rubbing his stiff cock to my belly, I barely had a breath between him lining my cock up and bringing his weight down, plunging the tip into his slick hole unannounced. His sharp hiss and noise of shock halted my frenzy, making me want to slip away, comfort him, but the moment didn’t last as he forced himself down with a wounded cry.

Bottoming out on my cock took everything he had, bowing forward to brace himself over my shoulders. His core shook and insides pulsed. He really did have no idea what he was doing, still, but his pleasure peaked all the same. “Holy shit.”

He gulped for air and cringed, breathing harshly through his teeth and before I could stop him, he unleashed, whimpering out his pleasure. Cum shot up between us, an errant spurt before decorating his chest with white ropes of release that rekindled my heated need, drawing my grip to anchor one hand on each pert cheek of his. “Done already, handsome?”

He shook his head, back arching forward as he situated himself better over my lap. With a haggard breath, he rolled his hips, braced his body, and threw his head back with a petering groan. “I’m good to go half a dozen times, remember?”

“But you’re not in heat.” I shuddered as I aided his motions to stroke his velvety channel over my length.

“Does that make a—” He halted, groaning out loud as he found a particularly tender spot to stroke my cock over. “Difference?”

“Dunno. I never had an aspect before.” I licked my lips and leaned in such a way as to make my cock more available to him.

“And I never had a god before. We’re even.” He cupped my cheeks again and drew me into a starving kiss that had me tensing up and ready for release.

Unable to warn him, my breath caught against his mouth and every nerve in my body fired with a sharp jerk. Every heady pulse of pleasure shot from my cock, filling him with my release.

Bathing his insides seemed to cool his frantic rutting into a respectable pace. He shuddered, dropping himself flush to rock his hips with tender little motions that eked the last from me.

I wouldn’t let it stop there though. I used my grip as leverage and twisted my hips, rolling back and over to pin him to the worn wood floor with a gentle creak of joists. He didn’t fight me, letting his legs fall open lewdly to let me have my way. And I did.

His unfocused eyes hovered over my face and drifted lazily down my body to where we joined, mesmerized as I grabbed his hands, pinning his wrists above his head. “This okay?”

He gave me a breathless noise and a nod, full lips parted for a shivering breath that he caught between his teeth with a hiss. He still tugged his arms, though, stretching his taut form beneath me, firm muscles rippling with each tug and jerk.

I kept going, changing my pace every time his body shook and breath hitched, letting myself release at my own pace.

I’d fucked in many places over my long life and legend. I’d fucked in the open, on full display for ceremonial reasons, fucked in closets and behind closed doors, but Cliff made me careless. Having barely made it in the doorway, right there on the floor, feet away from the couch, and a few short strides from the bedroom, we fucked the second we had privacy.

Eventually, between bouts of lust, we made it into the bedroom, bypassing the couch. I barely noticed when a soft knock and crack of the door came at some point.

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