Page 63 of Demons Treasure Warlocks

“Yes, touch me,” Darius ordered as he grabbed Bale’s hand and pushed it past the clothes. His breath caught as Bale wrapped his fingers around his shaft.

Bale dropped his head against the chair’s back as he slid his hand up and down the silky member. If possible, Bale grew thicker and heavier under Darius’s ass. Bale rotated his hips as he thrust his tongue into Darius’s mouth. The roughness was welcome as the exchanged heated up. Being with Bale was the best thing. This was his dream, his hope for the future. Bale in his life. He could have this. It overwhelmed him knowing that this was a real possibility. His mind stuttered as he kissed Bale with his heart in his throat.

Darius writhed under Bale’s deft caresses. The urge to fuck into Bale’s hand rode Darius hard. He forced himself to slow down, to savour the moment. This almost certainly never happened twice, and Darius had managed it. He squeezed Bale’s hand, stopping the even movements, and caught his breath. The oxygen and the pause were needed desperately.

“Dare? We good?” Bale asked as he gripped Darius loosely in his hand. “Fuck, you feel amazing in my hands. I need you, beloved.”

The old-fashioned pet name sizzled across Darius. Darius wrestled with his clothing, desire making everything real and here. The slide of skin on skin drove his actions as he fought with fabric. His hands got tangled in the sleeves of his sweater, and Darius became frustrated.

“Shh, relax. Not going anywhere.” Bale kissed the top of his head, his hand holding Darius’s caught wrist. Darius swallowed and relaxed. Bale was right. This wasn’t a race. It was a dance.

Slowly, Bale removed the shirts from Darius, kissing his shoulder as he exposed the bare skin. Goose bumps appeared at his touch, and Darius shivered at the sudden caress. Bale’s understanding and his slow movements melted Darius into putty, and he allowed himself to be moulded under Bale’s care.

The scars from long past disappeared under Bale’s heated eyes. They were a part of Darius, and he wouldn’t be embarrassed by them. His skin was battle hardened, and he’d survived.

Darius pressed his hand against Bale’s abdomen, feeling the hard muscles and sighing. It was like caressing them for the first time and the awestruck moment when he'd realized that abdominals were real and not photoshopped.

Their kiss grew more frantic as they explored one another. Bale was keen on Darius’s soft-skinned stomach and what lay under the fleecy pants. Darius wasn’t sure if he was ready to be completely naked, but Bale was. He arched into Bale’s seeking hands, demanding more from him.

Bale stroked Darius maddeningly slowly. His eyes caught Darius's as he continued to torture him. Darius wanted to close them so he could focus only on Bale’s touch, but the lust and love entwined in Bale’s gaze forced Darius to watch. The burning light ratcheted up Darius’s arousal, and he bit his lip hard as he fucked himself in the tight tunnel of Bale’s hand.

“What are you doing?” Bale whispered into Darius’s ear, his hot breath making Darius swear. “Relax. Let me do this.”

“But you’re not fucking doing anything. I am,” Darius snarled as he ran a light hand up and down his chest, needing something to relieve the ache in his body.

“Mmhmm.” Bale nipped his earlobe before soothing it with a tender lick. “Patience is a virtue, beloved.”

“Fuck you, Bale.” Darius’s whine lilted upward as Bale tightened his hold on Darius’s cock and dragged it to the sensitive tip. “Fuck me. Please. Just fucking do something.”

Bale’s stroking sped up as he kissed Darius. His tongue moved in time with his hand, heightening Darius’s pleasure even more. Darius didn’t know where to focus his thoughts and gave up. He fell into the seductive pleasure of someone else taking control. Darius went limp and allowed the lightning and the heat to build into a crescendo. Bale would find the right moment to send Darius soaring.

“There you go. I’ll give you it all if you allow me to.” Bale’s words were broken as his breath was choppy from his own arousal. Pausing, he asked almost silently. “Can I touch your ass?”

Darius’s eyes shot open, and he froze briefly. Searching Bale’s gaze, he hunted for anything that would hurt him and found nothing. Darius nodded. Bale smiled before taking a deep breath.

Bale stayed on top of Darius’s pants as he pulled the material tight against Darius’s groin. The fuzzy fabric was no barrier to Bale’s unhurried exploration. He gently squeezed Darius’s aching balls before caressing the sensitive curve of Darius’s lower cheeks. “See? Safe?”

Darius was caught in a mix of anxiety and joy as Bale explored his body. He wanted to do everything in the name of pleasure, but there was still that niggle of doubt waiting. His breath hitched as Bale continued to massage his cock. The tension built up as Bale teased the cleft of his ass.

“Shit, Bale.”

“Shh, I know. I have an idea. Can you kneel on the chair?” Bale asked, swiftly changing gears. Darius nodded at Bale’s curious behaviour, unsure of where Bale was leading. “I’m going to help move you into that position. You trust me?”

“Always. What are you doing?” Darius asked, curiosity pushing fear away. His knees rested on the wide arms of the chair as he braced himself on the back. He could feel Bale’s nose briefly on his stomach before realizing what Bale had done.

“I’m going to lower your pants, only a little. Is that okay?” Bale asked as he put words into action. Cold air touched Darius’s cock, making him hiss and fight not to blow his load.

“Fuck, Bale. How is that going—fuck.” Darius nearly fell forward as Bale swallowed his cock whole. He dropped against Bale’s head as he thrust forward. The feel of Bale’s throat on his cockhead was hot and amazing. “Bale. Bale.”

Darius braced himself as best he could and nearly died as Bale slid his tongue on the underside of Darius’s shaft. The pointed tip tracing the long vein sent Darius to the heavens. Bale’s hold on Darius prohibited any movement. He controlled Darius’s thrusts while his teeth grazed the flared head. Darius clenched his fists as he forced himself to hold back from orgasming.

This was the most erotic and delicious thing he had ever experienced, and he didn’t want to come in the first few moments. Darius counted the stars through the window as he followed Bale’s silent instructions. He nearly lost control again when Bale pulled him all the way out, letting the cold air touch his hot damp shaft. Bale teased the spongy tip with his tongue, spearing the slit and sucking the liquid out.

Darius’s eyes rolled back as he fought to stay upright and aware of what was happening. “Bale, I wanna come, but I don’t. Fuck.” Darius drew back as much as Bale would let him and sank his cock deep into Bale’s mouth. The slow fuck was killing him in the best possible way. Bale teased his ass carefully, caressing the cleft with knowing fingers as he sucked hard on Darius’s cock.

The two points of contact were too much for Darius. His balls tightened up, and he slid a hand down to squeeze the base so he wouldn’t release in Bale’s mouth without permission.

Bale batted his hand away and swallowed all of the cock to the base. Darius screamed as he felt the tight opening of Bale’s throat squeezing him. His mind swam as he fought not to slam himself deeper into Bale. Darius clenched his hands as he braced against the wall. Bale caressed the back of his legs, soothing him, but it was too late.

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