Page 100 of Forget Me Not

He had Cal on his feet, bent over the counter once more within seconds. Ray smoothed a hand down Cal’s thigh as he moved it up, resting Cal’s knee on the counter’s edge, leaving the rest of Cal exposed. Cal’s plump ass was apple pink too, except for the red imprints of claw points, the finger-shaped bruises, and a little spill of Ray’s spunk on his thigh from when Ray had pulled out. Ray rubbed that in, wanting the smell to linger.

Cal looked back at Ray through the mirror, not seeming to mind being displayed and opened up and examined. He had probably done more than this in public, with others, with atroll. Had looked used in just this way, even if he would not have smelled so pretty then, like cupcakes and roses and Ray’s come.

Ray brushed his knuckles over the shiny, slick ring of muscle that he wanted to leave gaping, stuffed full, while he sank his teeth into delicate skin. He would leave those filmy wings shredded from how many times Cal had been fucked. If he were well, if Ray were whole, he would.

Cal looked at Ray in the mirror. His wings, flattened, bent on one side, fluttered and stilled. “Wolf,” he began, in a strange, charmed voice, “we both know what you want, whatIwant.”

Without claws, it was easier to hold him open, to slide one hand down and around to grip his cock while Ray bent down. Cal smelled of him, inside and out. It was pleasing. Too many things hurt, but this was good.

“Callalily.”

“Wolf,” Cal growled back, sugary and mean.Wolfeven though Ray no longer had claws or fangs or extra fur, because Cal knew what Ray was. “I’m not waiting again.”

Ray tasted him first. Cal swept out a hand, for what, Ray didn’t ask, maybe for his makeshift gag again, but if so, he didn’t find it. His choked moans fogged the bottom of the mirror. He tasted of Ray and of not-there water-and-chemical lubricant. He tasted and smelled of Ray, and he was snug around Ray’s fingers when Ray pushed them in before tasting him again, licking around his knuckles while Cal made musical, hungry sounds.

Cal smelled like need, and he wanted to come, but Ray licked and crooked his fingers, and stopped every so often to squeeze his cute, darkly flushed cock so that Cal couldn’t do anything but shiver and make more pretty noises.

He knocked things to floor, to the sink. Soap and a comb and a forgotten protection charm clattering, slipping, making a mess.

If Ray were well, not fighting to stay on his feet, he’d fuck him again, fit Cal onto his cock so Cal would never forget him. Over and over, until Cal would be the one with shaky legs, with dimming sparkle and the marks of Ray’s hands up and down the length of him.

Ray stopped licking him only long enough to sink his teeth through the tissue of one tiny wing, and Cal gasped even though Ray doubted it felt much like anything. But Cal watched him do it, eyes fluttering open to meet Ray’s in the mirror. Then he dropped his head to pant against tile and porcelain, chest heaving, shaking to his toes but letting Ray do whatever he pleased.

Ray stroked him inside and out, until he was shaking too.

When Ray let Cal come, it was only because he wanted to taste that again. Cal shuddered with his head down on his arms, moaning softly, with sweat gleaming down his back and rips through his shivering wings and dried blood over his freckled shoulders.

He was so pretty. Ray didn’t think Cal knew how pretty he was.

He leaned in to lick the taste of sweat from Cal’s back and Cal’s eyes briefly opened. Ray looked at him as he used his tongue again, gently now, although not in apology because he wasn’t sorry and neither was Cal. He kissed the base of Cal’s wings, then down his back.

After a while, Cal settled and stilled. His breathing evened. He started to lower his leg to the floor and startled when Ray held it where it was.

Ray was tired, but he wanted more of that scent and to see what he couldn’t have.

He started to work his fingers again, keeping them deep inside Cal and stroking until Cal began to squirm, saying Ray’s name with breathless confusion. Ray pushed Cal down when he wriggled a bit harder, then paused to bend down over him and put his teeth over the marks he’d already made. Cal went still, then shuddered, then dropped his head. “Yes, Ray.”

Pretty and easy, Ray’s half-fairy. When it came down to it, when he smelled of Ray and what Ray had done to him, Cal was easy and happy to be so. He was roses and how red wine ought to smell.Yes, heavy in Ray’s mouth.Yes, and,please, andmore-than-affection.

Ray ran his fingernails across the diaphanous membrane of one, mostly undamaged, wing, and Cal arched his back, almost mewling. But Ray couldn’t fuck Cal and his wings to pieces. Not today, maybe not ever. He bit down hard for that, drawing a pained gasp and a burst of glitter from Cal before Ray eased back again.

Cal made a weak sound of protest but stayed put, then shivered in evident pleasure when Ray opened the drawer with the sex toys and took out the sparkled, lavender dildo. The silicone dick was on the smaller side; Cal must like that sometimes. If they waited long enough, maybe Ray would be able to fuck Cal again, but Cal was open and ready now, letting Ray do as he pleased, as he must do a lot when they were intimate. It was a different pleasure, aching but incredible, to watch Cal make grabby hands for the toy and take it from Ray just to sloppily slick it up with spilled lube from the sink and hand it back. He didn’t question, he just shuddered all down the length of his body when it pressed in, and whined sweetly as Ray slid it home.

The pastel color of the dildo was almost irksome; it should be darker to match the purple streaks in Cal’s wings, to match the bruises Ray gave him. But the pale shade suited him too, the rosy lips he was biting in the mirror, the pink of his nipples, the light brown of his freckles.

Cal was already aroused again.Like a fairy, Ray remembered him saying, fiercely pleased. Ray enjoyed the view, pushing the cock in and out, letting Cal work his hips until he got close, then Ray removed it and replaced it with his half-hard cock, letting his eyes fall shut for a long moment at the sweetness of it, though he didn’t think he would come.

“Ray,” Cal complained, entreated, every so often, every other breath, so Ray reached down to wrap his fist around Cal’s cock and finished him off so he could feel every clenching pull around him. Cal was groaning, shivering without telling Ray to stop, star busts over him so bright Ray could see them before he opened his eyes.

Ray was pressed in close around him. He didn’t remember doing that. Cal had to be uncomfortable, but he watched Ray in the mirror when Ray put two sticky fingers against Cal’s bottom lip, and he cleaned his jizz from Ray’s fingers before lazily sucking on them.

If Ray asked, even hinted, Cal might suck Ray’s cock until Ray was hard again.

Ray put his mouth to Cal’s shoulder instead, pulling his hand away so he could run his palms over Cal’s back and hips. Cal was sopretty.

The bathroom was full of their mingled scents and seed and some of the lube. Ray’s knees were weak, although even when he held onto the counter, he didn’t think he gave himself away. He eased off while Cal was catching his breath, and then carefully turned Cal around and helped him sit up. Ray put his face to Cal’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of his own spit and the hot bruise-and-blood from the deeper mark he’d left.

Cal’s hands went to Ray’s hair again, gentle now, fond as he teased Ray’s ears. “Always surprising me,” he murmured, contentment slowly replacing all the headier scents. Some of those were still in Ray’s mouth. Ray swallowed a few times, then straightened up. Cal dropped his hands to the counter while Ray stood between his knees.

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