Page 101 of Charmed By Destiny

“Yes, I do. I want you to fuck me.”

Lucas was halfway through pushing his underwear down his legs, and he froze at Richard’s words.

“Are you sure?”

“I want your cock inside me when I come.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll come before my cock is anywhere near you,” Lucas complained. The inspirit stepped out of his boxers, and Richard nearly fanned himself as he caught sight of the reddened dick rising from its nest of black curls. Lucas’s length was so rigid, it was nearly touching the firm muscles of his belly.

Richard pulled off his socks and reminded himself that he couldn’t play with Lucas until he finished the annoying task of getting naked.

“Can you grab the lube from the shower?”

“Happy to,” Lucas said, rushing into the shower enclosure to get the waterproof lube they used with regularity. The tub was full enough, so Richard turned off the taps.

His limbs were heavy and lacking coordination, but Richard peeled off his shirt, then stood and dropped his pants to the tiled floor. Lucas set the lube on the edge of the tub, and his warm hands settled on Richard’s bare ass cheeks. Their mouths met, and Richard clung to Lucas’s biceps as they hungrily devoured each other.

“Do you mind if I help you get rid of this thong?” Lucas whispered.

Richard shook his head. “Go ahead.”

With arms caressing Lucas’s arms and shoulders, Richard shivered as Lucas dragged the lacey thong out of the way. His muscles jumped as Lucas kissed his stomach. Lucas stepped away and climbed into the tub. He held out a hand for Richard once he was seated.

Eager to join him, Richard stepped into the tub, straddled his soulmate, and settled himself on Lucas’s lap. The water sloshed, but Richard ignored it as he looped his arms around Lucas’s neck and brought their lips together again. He met each thrust of Lucas’s tongue with equal passion.

A click reached his ears. He opened his eyes. Richard nibbled Lucas’s jaw as the inspirit covered his fingers in slick. Arching his back, Richard pushed his ass out to ensure Lucas had easy access to his pucker. Lucas slid two wet digits inside him. He played with the edges of Lucas’s dampened hair as the first lovely wave of sensation rolled through him.

Lucas hadn’t hesitated, nor did Richard want him to. Bouncing as much as he was able, Richard wanted to aid Lucas in stretching him however he could. Plus, he was greedy for every little zing of pleasure through his nerve endings. Lucas caressed Richard’s prostate, and he bit down on the inspirit’s bottom lip.

His cock throbbed. His balls would’ve easily emptied—and Richard loved to climax—but that wasn’t happening until he had Lucas’s cock plunging into his hole. Richard smoothed his palms across Lucas’s shoulders and wished he’d thought about how the fruity bubbles would mask the inspirit’s intoxicating musky scent.

“We should get out of the tub,” Lucas said, his voice strained.

“What? Didn’t we just get in here?”

“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t fucking know. But I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how well this waterproof shit works in a full-ass tub of water.”

Since Richard refused to miss out on having sex and he knew from the hard cock bumping into his that Lucas was on edge, he didn’t argue. He nodded vigorously and gave Lucas a chance to pull his hand away before he rose. The water climbed dangerously close to the edge as Lucas stood up a second later.

“Fuck, who cares if we flood the room,” Richard muttered as he ran into their bedroom.

“Shit,” Lucas growled.

“What’s wrong?” Richard asked as he made it to the bed and flung throw pillows out of the way.

“Nearly fell and busted my ass.”

“Be careful,” Richard insisted, whipping the covers out of the way and crawling onto the mattress.

Richard squeaked as Lucas grasped the necromancer’s hips in a firm hold. Lucas’s tongue hit Richard’s hole, and he moaned loudly. Fisting the sheets, Richard pressed his forehead against the cool fabric and pushed his knees as far apart as he could manage. Richard swore his cock throbbed in time with each of Lucas’s licks, and he loved it.

Richard released a growl of outrage when Lucas stopped.

“It’s okay, Dragonfly,” Lucas said, petting Richard’s thigh. “We need lube.”

Reassured that he’d be swamped with pleasure again soon, Richard relaxed and was rewarded with three cold fingers pushing him. As overheated as his body was, Richard didn’t mind that Lucas hadn’t waited to warm the slick. The change in temperature added to the layers of sensation.

So did Lucas’s gentle caress of his prostate. Lucas didn’t touch that bundle of nerves with each pump of his hand. Richard was forever grateful to the man for his compassion. If Lucas were a fraction more aggressive, Richard would lose his sanity and blow his load.

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