Page 24 of Geoffrey the Very Strange
Walls, Ayla had said. Well, no wonder. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. That goes for tonight and any time after. If you still want to, we won't rush, all right? And you tell me if there's anything you don't like."
Geoffrey clung tighter, still shivering and gulping breaths.
"This is good. I like being here with you. Holding you. This is enough if it's all you want."
A shuddering breath heaved through Geoffrey, and he pulled back, not to distance himself from Aspic, but to seize Aspic's face in his hands and kiss him soundly. "I want more. With you." His hands slid down Aspic's neck to his naked chest. "Aspic. Please."
"When you put it that way..." Aspic grinned and went back to unfastening Geoffrey's robe.
The lightweight wool slipped easily from Geoffrey's shoulders to reveal slender arms, golden in the moonlight. No one could accuse him of being muscle-bound, but the walk up and down his hill every day and probably doing any heavy lifting for his grandmother had left Geoffrey well-toned and sleek.
Geoffrey plunged his hands into Aspic's hair and kissed his jaw, his ear, his lips. Someone liked kissing. "It's so soft. Your hair. And your horns. I love their shine."
"Flaxseed oil," Aspic murmured as he tugged off the singlet Geoffrey wore under his robe. "Horns and claws. I'll show you what else flaxseed oil's good for in a few moments."
He leaned in to suck at the base of Geoffrey's throat, warmed by the way Geoffrey jerked and his hands fluttered before he moaned and pressed into Aspic. He took them to the ground, making certain that Geoffrey stayed on top, and shoved the robe down to Geoffrey's knees.
Drawers. Of course there are drawers.Aspic refused to be frustrated—they'd get there—and slowly undid the drawstring. Hands trembling, Geoffrey had been defeated by Aspic's kilt, so he took pity and undid the buckles and pin himself, then left the rest of the unwrapping to Geoffrey.
Unlike certain necromancers, he didn't wear anything underneath.
Once Geoffrey had the kilt spread out and Aspic completely exposed, he sat back on Aspic's thighs, hands gathered under his chin.
Concerned, Aspic came up on his elbows. "What's wrong?"
"You're so beautiful. And you…" Geoffrey swallowed hard, his blush returning. "You match."
"I do." Aspic stroked Geoffrey's thigh, as much to comfort as to entice. "There's even some on my chest. Harder to see in the moonlight than that pink shrub down below."
Against all odds, Geoffrey snickered. Good. He was growing more comfortable. Less anxious.
"Kick off your clothes for me, please." Aspic reached for Geoffrey after he'd struggled out of his now tangled robe and drawers. "Let me touch you."
With Geoffrey straddling him again, Aspic went slowly, stroking shoulders and back, hips and thighs. Still Geoffrey cried out, his cock jumping when Aspic ran a finger up from his balls. Gently, Aspic rolled his foreskin back, surprised when Geoffrey smacked at his arm.
"Stop. Stop. Please."
Aspic immediately took his hand away. "Too much?"
"Yes." Geoffrey closed his eyes breathing slowly. "I don't want to come yet."
"Ah. We need to get you more involved, then." Aspic gave him a serious nod, warm to the core that he excited Geoffrey that much. "If you snag my tunic—that's it—and reach into the left pocket, you'll find a little bottle of oil."
"I have it." Geoffrey held it up in triumph. "I understand the, ah, theory."
Right. Inexperienced wasn't the same as ignorant. Aspic shifted and encouraged Geoffrey to kneel between his thighs so he could bend his knees up. "Time to put it in practice, then. A little bit on your fingers and—ah! Don't jab, my dear. Slowly press."
"Better?"
"Mmm, much." Aspic rocked his hips to press into Geoffrey's fingers to demonstratehowmuch better. "So good. Now on you."
Geoffrey hesitated.
"Oil. On your lovely, thick cock. I'd be sure to take longer for you, but I don't need it. And I want you inside me now."
Geoffrey hissed a bit as he stroked the oil onto his erection, and Aspic craned his neck to watch. Not a sight he wanted to miss, and his own cock jumped in response. The tip of Geoffrey's tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated was incredibly endearing, too. He shifted, one hand planted by Aspic's shoulder for balance, and lined himself up.
"Like this?"
