Page 40 of The Mage on the Hill
“So is that it, then? Or am I missing some great big objection? Or did I read it all wrong and you’re not interested?”
The eye snapped open, glare reprise. “Yes. No.” Darius huffed and raised his head far enough to plant a soft kiss on Toby’s lips where the touch buzzed and tingled. “No. Just… unsure. Of me. Damned… awkward.”
Toby let himself back down to hug Darius tight. “It’s been a long time. Your peopling skills kinda atrophied. But I don’t think that means you forgot how sex works.”
“Ha. Guess not.” Darius’s fingers teased at the waistband of Toby’s jeans, taking experimental tugs at his shirt. “Yes. I… I want you.”
“Thank you, gods of fornication,” Toby breathed out in exaggerated relief as he started to unzip Darius’s jacket. “Not gonna strip anything off you. It’s kinda chilly and neither of us has much over our bones. You’re better than I am on that count.”
“Some.” Wriggling until Toby was sitting on his thighs, Darius had gotten inside Toby’s jacket and shirt before Toby had even started on buttons.
“Whoa! Cold hands! Geeze.”
Darius chuckled but sucked in a quick breath when Toby buried chilled hands in Darius’s armpits. Cold, yeah, but those hands still felt so good on Toby’s skin. Chapped hands that needed some TLC, but gentle hands that stroked in long, firm slides over his ribs and back. Toby scooted closer again to get his hands on Darius’s belt buckle, and Darius lost no time in reclaiming Toby’s lips. While he wasn’t rough, a desperate heat crept into his kisses that Toby completely understood. If it had been a while for him, it must have been years for Darius.
A scar ran from Darius’s right shoulder down his chest to disappear under his waistband. Toby trailed a finger along the line of puckered flesh, heat flushing his face when Darius let out a soft moan. Belt and fly undone, Toby followed the scar to where it ended over his hipbone.
“Toby.”
“Hmm.” Toby gazed in fascination at the dip that pointed toward the meeting of thigh and groin.
“What… are we doing?”
“Really? I mean, I got the impression you were kind of a horndog once. You don’t know what we’re doing?”
Darius let out that lovely deep growl that got right under Toby’s skin. “Specifically. No lube. Too cold. Your… preference.”
“Oh. Got it. Sorry.” Toby kissed under Darius’s earlobe and was rewarded by those hard hands tightening on his ribs. “You feel like a rustic sixty-nine kind of thing? I mean, you can stay on your back and everything. I wouldn’t want to wear you out.”
The growl returned with a vengeance, and Toby found himself suddenly underneath Darius, staring up at the pale spring sky. “Or we can do it this way.”
The aggressive mood didn’t last as Darius offered a crooked smile and a kiss, which got awkward as he also tried to get Toby’s jeans open. With an exasperated huff, Darius broke off the kiss and concentrated on Toby’s recalcitrant zipper. Toby had to bite his lip to prevent smartass remarks about someone being out of practice. Besides, the fumbling was adorable.
A hum of satisfaction finally replaced the disgruntled sounds, and Toby gasped as his erect cock hit the colder air.Is shrinkage a thing without water? Gods, I hope not. Whether it was or not, Darius wasn’t at all put off as he curled over to run his tongue from balls to tip.
“Oooh, that’s perfect.” Toby buried his hands deep in Darius’s tangled hair. “That’s so—holy mother of…!”
Darius looked up without removing his tongue from where it circled the top edge of Toby’s foreskin, his eye crinkled with laugh lines. He rolled back the foreskin and took the head of Toby’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard.
“Shit!” Toby’s hips bucked, and he let Darius’s hair loose to beat both fists against the ground. “You better turn around before you end this way too soon.”
“Ha.” Darius had the nerve to chuckle all the way through turning and carefully maneuvering so he didn’t clock Toby in the head with his knee.
Toby wasted no movements freeing Darius, though he did take a moment to admire his erection. It was a nice fat cock, not a ginormous monster from porn, but big enough he’d have to take his time fucking. The musky, sweaty scent made Toby’s head spin, and he couldn’t help a few licks of Darius’s balls before he closed his mouth around the shaft pointing at his face.
Groans in tandem made a strange counterpoint to the birdsong as Darius got serious and took Toby in to the back of his throat. The vibrations from the moans made Toby squirm, and he knew he didn’t have long at all. Not that they had to come right together, but it would be embarrassing if he couldn’t hold on for thirty seconds.
Slurping and hard breathing replaced most of the talking, though Darius did lift his head long enough to mutter, “Delicious.”
“I swear if you say magically delicious, I’m gonna smack you.”
Darius laughed, his whole body shaking with it, but he returned to sucking Toby’s cock hard. It really wasn’t fair. He did have years of experience on Toby and an incredibly talented tongue. Toby did his best to concentrate. He did. But his own efforts devolved into gasping, writhing, bucking distraction when Darius took him into the tight constriction of his throat.
His sac tightened suddenly, and the strangled wail he let out would’ve been embarrassing if Toby cared. “Holy crap! Dar!”
It was enough warning that Darius could pull back and not choke. He kept his lips wrapped around hard, though, still sucking as Toby shot into the exquisite heat of his mouth. He allowed himself to gasp and flop as Darius pulled spiking aftershocks from him, but as soon as Darius lifted his head, Toby attacked with all he had. Heat flooded through him when Darius had to put his head down on Toby’s thighs, moaning helplessly.
Sometime soon we have to do this naked. Too much was out of easy reach. Toby still slid a hand up to shove it down the back of Darius’s pants and stroke between his cheeks. Awkward? Hell, yes. Totally worth it when Darius took a double handful of Toby’s jeans and muffled a bellow against his thigh. The salty-sweet hit Toby’s tongue half a second later and he swallowed greedily, taking in every drop offered.
