Page 136 of A Soul to Steal

A sense of empowerment that such a minor touch could elicit such a visceral reaction in this Duskwalker. Satisfaction. The foolish, likely stupid, desire to deepen it. A small amount of uncertainty tangled with curiosity.

Before he knew it, his touch had gone from perfunctory to sensual.

He should have known better than to lightly caress him by doing nothing more than lifting his feathers and dancing the pad of his thumb between the stems to barely ghost his flesh. Aleron’s fangs clomped shut with a sharp clip, and he produced a wet, frothing snarl.

The hairs over his entire body lifted in reaction, while his cock pulsated until he knew he’d released a drop of precum.

“Gideon,”Aleron warned, dipping forward until he rested his free hand against the ground. Then his voice turned dark and deep.“Stop.”

He yanked his hands back and put them in the air as if surrendering. “Yep. Fair enough.”

He’d pushed too far, especially since he actually had no intention of doing anything with Aleron. The idea still freaked him out a little, and it wasn’t until this very moment that he’d ever even considered anything remotely sexual with him.

His wings pushed forward to block his sides, and his skull lowered as if to hide it. But Gideon could see the Duskwalker trembling, could see how agitated his fur and feathers were. He almost looked like a giant fuzzball, and he didn’t know how dangerously close he’d been getting to the edge until he’d stepped back to see it.

Holy shit. What the hell was I just doing?

Suddenly feeling too exposed, he spun to collect his clothes. Until now, it hadn’t registered that he was prancing around someone who could desire him, while he was in nothing but his underwear.

He’d just been thinking of them as two dudes platonically hanging out. There’d been no reason for him to be ashamed of his body, and most men weren’t interested in him. Being half naked with other men generally wasn’t an issue that phased anyone. Not even his friends – who were straight while knowing he wasn’t – cared about their combined nudity.

Only when he dragged his shirt on did he notice how hard his nipples had gotten and that his skin tingled all over. Then he shoved one leg into his pants.Fuck, I need air.Especially when he had to yank the flaps of his trousers forward to fit them over his raging erection that didn’t want to go down.

“Where are you going?” Aleron asked when he headed towards the exit.

Gideon glanced at him, only to look up at the ceiling when he connected with his purple orbs. Somehow, his damn face heated further.

“I’m just getting some fresh air.”

“But it is still raining. You will get wet again.” His voice was so damn hoarse that it made his ears tingle.

“I’m not made of sugar. I won’t melt,” he argued. Then he forced out a laugh; it came out shaken, likely due to his awkwardness. He felt like he’d been caught red-handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “I’m just feeling a little warm. Hopefully I’m not getting a fever.”

Maybe he was growing delirious and sick.

As he exited the cave, he walked against the outer wall of the mountain, thankful the shallow alcove there gave enough shelter to keep him mostly dry. He pressed the back of his wrist to his forehead. Sweat lightly dotted his brow, but he knew straight away that the constant cold hadn’t made him ill.

He silently laughed as he slipped his back down the wall and landed on his arse. Then, with one knee propped up, the other bent with his foot between his backside and his other foot, he put his face in his palm.

I turned us on.By accident, he’d aroused them both.And yet... I’m not actually upset by it.Instead, he had half a deranged mind to pull his cock out and ease the pressure in it by jerking off.

He covered his mouth since it felt dry, as he turned his gaze to the dimly lit entrance.

Is that what he’s doing in there now that he’s alone?

His cock jerked in excitement at the idea, and he groaned at himself. A reaction to the deep, groin clutching throb, and in dismay.

It’d been a long time since Gideon had been hard like this. His heart raced like he had a stupid crush, his body flushed in bashful embarrassment, his dick hard even if he didn’t particularly understand why. His mind, heart, and body felt like a mess.

Fuck. Go down.He pleaded at his dick, gripping it through his trousers, as he let his head fall back until itthunkedagainst the wall.Does this mean I’m actually attracted to him?

Before all this, he hadn’t felt this way towards Aleron at all. If the Duskwalker hadn’t gotten aroused, neither would have Gideon. It would have just been a platonic massage between two people. A play at being a doctor for a few...It’s almost dark out. How long was I doing that for?

He took in the cool, unfiltered air, letting Aleron’s scent leave him. His own heated pants grew stronger with each breath he took.

Waiting for his body to calm down and catch up with his brain, he dwelled on what just happened. He waited for shame, or to be angry with himself, but neither came. So, he tried thinking on what that meant for him, for them, and what he was supposed to do now.

Is there a chance that my emotions from the afterlife are trickling through?Or... was this perhaps all his own doing? He wanted it to be new. If he didn’t have his old memories to give his feelings context, he’d rather they be birthed from what happened between them now. To be real.

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