Page 54 of Envious Of Fire
“No, no, wait,” protests Elias as Kyle begins untying him. “Stop. What’re you doing?”
“It’s too soon.”
“It’s not, it’s really not! I’m fine. I want us to have some fun tonight, babe. Haven’t we been through enough? Hey, tie my hands up again! What the fuck?”
Kyle has already gotten to Elias’s ankles, releasing them. “I can bite you just as easily without restraining you.”
“But I wanted—”
“Another time.” Kyle crawls atop the newly-freed Elias, now face-up. “We’ll have countless other nights to play.”
Elias frowns. “Can you at least bite my favorite spot?”
Kyle brings a hand to Elias’s hair, smiles. “Of course.”
When Kyle brings his lips to that perfect spot which makes Elias’s insides bubble with excitement, he finds himself kissing it first, tenderly, sweetly. “Yeah,” moans Elias. “I like that, mmm, I really like that.” Kyle brings out his tongue, laps at Elias’s neck. Even without being tied down, Elias enjoys the feeling of being pinned to the bed by Kyle’s strength. “I’m all yours, my neck, my body, my blood …” He squirms beneath Kyle, his neck playing upon Kyle’s lips, teasingly, invitingly. “I want it so bad …”
Kyle hesitates, fights a misgiving, then unleashes his teeth—and can’t bite. No matter how he spins it in his head. No matter his actual thirst. No matter Elias’s reassurances. “Sorry,” breathes Kyle as he rolls off, drops to the bed, puts a hand over his eyes.
The worst part is feeling Elias’s disappointment, heavy and sticky and peppered with the natural ire of sexual frustration. It is quickly put out by a sudden wave of empathy. “It’s okay,” he says, and then come his big arms, wrapping around Kyle and holding him on the bed. “Just lie here with me … we can just lie here.”
A brief moment later, however, Elias slides his hand down Kyle’s body and stops at his waist. After a minute’s hesitation, Elias slips his fingers under the waistband of Kyle’s pants, makes the pleasant discovery of Kyle’s cock, and slowly begins to wrap his fingers around it.
The appetite reawakens in Elias.
Which in turn reawakens Kyle’s. “Elias …”
“What?” asks Elias innocently. He slides down the bed and opens Kyle’s pants, freeing his cock, then begins to wake it up with long, even strokes. “Doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff.”
Kyle struggles to protest. It feels too good. Amazing, even. Their bodies are holding so much tension lately. Isn’t it totally reasonable to want a little relief from it?
“Apparently you want it more than you think,” says Elias, noting that Kyle has gotten rock hard in seconds. “Maybe it isn’t myneckthat needs sucking on tonight …”
Kyle puts up little resistance the second Elias’s tongue runs up the side of his cock. The sensitivity of such a small touch is multiplied with Elias’s sexual hunger, still pent-up from having not been bitten, and Kyle can’t hold back his moaning. Maybe Elias’s frustration makes the experience even more powerful for Kyle, as he feels both of their desires building up with every lick of Elias’s tongue up and down his length.
Then Elias’s mouth wraps around the head, and Kyle is lost to the symphony of pleasure now surging through his body.
Nothing more can trouble his mind, not when a part of his body so easily becomes under Elias’s control. Inside his man’smouth, he feels a thousand undeserved pleasures.
Elias turns every movement into art, his mouth running up and down with increasing pace, muscles in his back contracting, flexing, squirming gracefully in his efforts. Kyle has no strength nor desire to resist him anymore, already racing toward an edge he was certain he’d never find tonight.
Through the unremitting waves of pleasure, Kyle picks up something else in his boyfriend. A swelling sense of safety and comfort—as well as control. Maybe this is what Elias really needs.
Even if it forgoes what he seems to want.
The moment Kyle has the thought, Elias lets go of his cock abruptly, then sits up and straddles Kyle’s stomach. A different desire takes Elias over, surprising Kyle, entirely unrecognizable from the first. Their connection is strong tonight, giving Kyle every spark of inspiration now igniting in Elias.
“I’ve got you,” Elias assures him, as he takes hold of Kyle’s cock again, then directs it between his plump cheeks with ease. “I’ve got yousogood,” he adds in a teasing tone as he lowers himself onto Kyle’s cock. There’s a moment of pressure before Kyle’s cock slips inside, and Elias’s lips curl with satisfaction.
Kyle takes hold of Elias by the hips—is he being led by his own desire or Elias’s?—and moves in motion with Elias’s gentle rocking, as he slides further and further inside.
While Elias loses himself to the rush of their bodies being joined, Kyle finds himself peering at the curtained window, and though he sees nothing, no silhouette in the night, no shadow lurking, he can’t help but see the fear that still lives in him that no amount of activity on a bed can push away completely.
Until Elias’s finger finds Kyle’s chin and turns him forward again, smirking. “Nope,” he says. “We’re not even gonnathinkabout that window for the rest of the night.”
“Babe …”
Elias leans forward, still rocking atop Kyle’s body without missing a beat, and brings his forearm in front of Kyle’s face. “I know the perfect distraction for you, too.”
