Page 73 of Demons Treasure Warlocks

Bale was hurt and trying to hide it. And Darius had forgot. Sighing, Darius pushed and prodded Bale toward his bed until the soft mattress forced Bale to fall backwards.

Darius gasped at the sight of Bale lying on his patterned comforter with his legs spread. His hard as steel cock rose, glistening under the candlelight. Darius’s mouth watered as he imagined taking that deliciousness into his mouth. He travelled slowly up Bale’s sculpted body until he met Bale’s heated gaze.

The intensity was immense as Bale reached for him and settled Darius against his grown cock. The heat, the firmness made Darius ache. He wanted to do things. He wanted to take Bale apart like Bale had done to him. He wanted the light, the romance, and the wildness, everything, all at once.

Falling over Bale, Darius licked and savoured the trembling leg muscles. He squeezed gently to assess and was relieved to find Bale’s wounds were mostly superficial. Time and relaxation would help. He’d talk with Bale afterwards about it. Darius nuzzled the crease where leg joined the torso and inhaled the rich musk of pure Bale. It reminded him of cinnamon and winter. Laughter and warmth. He sucked at the silky skin until he felt the heat and steel of Bale’s cock. Darius explored the heavy balls while continuously teasing Bale with light sucks and delicate kisses. If he couldn’t take off his damned pants, then Bale was going to die from frustration. It was as simple as that.

Bale slid his fingers into Darius’s hair, massaging his scalp in time with Darius’s licks. The sensation was overwhelming, and Darius fought the urge to rub his face against the silkiness of warm skin like a cat. He renewed his efforts of bringing Bale to the brink with odd patterns of squeezes and licks. Darius needed Bale off-balance, always wondering what was next.

As though Bale understood what Darius aimed to do, he kept a light hold on Darius’s hair, never letting Darius move away. It was a game of push and pull, leading while submitting, and it was perfect. Darius kissed his way up the heated shaft until he could feel the soft spongy top. He nipped at the flared head before licking the rim, and the sound exiting Bale’s mouth gave Darius the most satisfying moment ever. He closed his eyes and feasted on Bale, enjoying every second. This was his time, his place. In his heart, Darius could feel excitement and joy. The joy was drugging because it was so rare to experience. And Bale was right there with him, exploring their pleasure together.

Absently, he dragged his hand down the shaft of Bale’s cock, feeling the pulsations and reveling in the fact he had done that to Bale. He was the reason Bale cursed. Darius upped his efforts in sending Bale to the stars he prayed to. He wanted Bale to meet the heavens he adored while discovering his own power once more.

Bale thrashed on the bed, his hands abandoning Darius while he clutched the bedsheets. Darius smirked as he redoubled his efforts in devouring Bale’s cock. He remembered the feeling of the tightness of Bale’s throat on his own cock, and it made him curious to see if he had the same ability as Bale. Darius swallowed more of the thick shaft, his mouth stretching as wide as it could possibly get and had to stop. He didn’t have the capability to take as much of Bale as he had hoped, turning him cranky. He wanted to do it.

“Darius, don’t.” Bale slid a hand down to Darius’s face and tilted his head up so they could connect. “Not necessary.”

With a loud pop, Darius pulled off Bale and scowled ferociously at him. “Listen, this is my show, and if I want to shove your cock down my throat, I will. So back—mph.”

Bale pulled Darius up roughly and kissed the daylights out him. Every thought drained out of Darius’s head while he savoured Bale’s taste. Darius scrambled to understand the world as Bale skated a hand down his pants and cupped his ass. The tease of a pinky down the crease sent shivers throughout Darius’s nerves. “If you try to deep throat me when you’re not ready, I will do things to you that’ll make you swoon.”

“Is that a threat?” Darius asked, breathing slowly through his nose. Bale’s finger pressed against the tight muscle but didn’t move. Darius squirmed, wishing Bale would push in.

“It’s a promise.” Bale kissed him hard, his tongue sliding into Darius’ mouth with intention. Darius sank into the embrace, loving Bale once again. He ached to soak in these emotions and feelings endlessly forever. And he still wanted his fucking pants off.

Cold air touched his lower back as Bale began removing Darius’s clothes. He sighed in relief as his cock was freed. The dichotomy of heated skin and cold air made Darius hiss.

Bale paused and met Darius’s gaze. Concern and a tiny amount of anxiety filled his eyes, and Darius understood. He was feeling a bit unnerved. This was further than they had gone, knowing their own limits. This night was when they were trying to decide to step beyond the self-imposed boundaries.

Darius lifted his lips and helped Bale shimmy his pants down. Bare before Bale for the first time in a long time was okay.

“We don’t have to do anything but this,” Bale whispered shakily. His hand clenched spasmodically at the curve of Darius’s ass. His erection flagged a tiny bit as they lay naked against one another.

“It’s fine. We’re fine.” Darius pushed his concerns aside as he curled around Bale. He didn’t mention the fist squeezing his heart or that his vision greyed out as he forgot to breathe.

“Darius.” Bale drew out his name, and Darius sighed. Bale was right. This was dumb. They were going too fast.

“How about we just lie here like this and kiss?” Darius suggested as he shifted, aligning himself with Bale. His cock dragged against Bale, and it felt amazing.

“I concur.” Bale gathered Darius into his arms and hugged him close. The contact was perfect. Darius took one deep breath and another as he relaxed in the cuddle. The scent of Bale and the heat of his skin was soothing. Darius nuzzled the bristles on Bale’s neck and tasted the saltiness.

Bale lifted his chin, allowing Darius more access to him. Bale’s complete acceptance of Darius’s curiosity made Darius bold. He dotted kisses along the strong jaw as he kneaded the thick muscles, naming each one in his head.

Bale caressed Darius, keeping his hands above the curve of his ass. They remained closely entwined, and Darius soaked in the branding heat against his lower stomach. Darius stumbled while caressing; he didn’t know if he had permission to hold on to Bale’s cock, and it frustrated him. Darius longed for the happy feelings that had led up to getting naked. But this was good.

Every minute of light petting was another moment of rediscovery. They had no pressure to complete the act. They could slow down and enjoy the journey. And God, Darius was ready to take his time. Bale’s body was a masterpiece, waiting for Darius to love him.

Bale tipped his chin up, kissing Darius lightly before moving just beyond their self-imposed line. He licked and sucked Darius’s lower lip, teasing him with banked heat. Darius groaned and opened his mouth, offering himself to Bale.

Darius’s cock ached, and he writhed wantonly, seeking out relief on Bale. A hand on his back stopped him, forcing him to remain still. Darius whined a little but focused on the delicious kiss. Everything was hot and heavy as they threw themselves into the touch of their lips. This was easy.

Darius was ready to step off the edge and see the beauty of the other side. Darius slid his hand down the centre of Bale’s body until he could grip their weeping, aching cocks in one hand. He wiped a thumb across the top of Bale’s cock, digging his thumb a tiny bit into the slit.

Bale growled and pulled Darius closer, thrusting his tongue deep before biting Darius’s lower lip punishingly.

Darius stroked his hand down and felt every bump and smooth skin along the shaft of Bale’s cock.

Bale ripped his mouth away and dropped his head back, breathing heavily. Fearing the worst, Darius released them and leaned over Bale, needing to see that everything was all right. They had rushed this intimacy. They were moving too fast. Neither was ready to go beyond their defined limits. Not that blow jobs were bad. But Darius was hoping for more.

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