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“You can do it,” Ulrich repeated, continuing his slow disrobing of Zel’s body. He paused to press a kiss to Zel’s lips. “Go on, my darling little cabbage, my Zel… let down your hair for me.”
The heat in Zel’s belly spread outward in an instant, and as he raised his arms and flared his fingers, his hair began to dance. It lifted and unraveled itself, stretching above them like twisted fabric unfurling in the wind until its canopy was enough to block out some of the moonlight.
More cornflowers from Zel’s tresses fell upon him, while his clothing was plucked away piece by piece. He must have looked like a nymph by the end, surrounded by blossoms, with the full length of his hair spilling from the chaise, no longer wearing anything other than his hiked-up chemise like a sheer shroud.
That and Zel’s pendant were all that remained when Ulrich stopped. And the hairpin, lost in Zel’s locks until Ulrich saved it. He set it aside and then fingered the pendant just as gently.
“Rudy had the honor of touching you, did he not?”
“He never knew the truth,” Zel said. “Never touched me everywhere. No one has until you.”
“Wheredid he touch you,” Ulrich pressed, “that I might replace his lips and hands with my own?”
“Here.” Zel touched his lips first, and Ulrich bent to claim another kiss. “Here.” He tapped the side of his neck, and Ulrich sucked hotly at his pulse point. He wrapped a hand around Zel’s throat as well, lightly where neck met shoulder, and licked his way up to Zel’s ear.
“Where else?” Ulrich breathed upon where he had wetted.
“H-here.” Zel touched his nipples, visible and pert where his chemise spilled open.
Ulrich latched onto one of them with a firm but not too pinching suckle.
“Oh!”
“Sensitive here, are you?” Ulrich circled the nipple with his nails.
“Y-yes.” Zel worried his lower lip.
“I might keep you like this when I finally take you, for you are more ravishing in this garment than all the beautiful bodies of the world laid bare.” He latched on to the other nipple, sucking ravenously. “Tangled up.” He kissed back up to Zel’s neck. “Debauched.” He tongued Zel’s ear again. “Eager.” He lifted like he might descend for another kiss, but Zel gripped him by the back of his neck first.
“You have no idea how eager.” Then Zel yanked him down to steal that kiss first.
Ulrich sank against Zel, and Zel felt the press of Ulrich’s clothed cock. How hard he had become encouraged Zel to buck up, but Ulrich stilled him with additional weight. “Where else did Rudy touch you?” he asked.
“He wanted more… but never got lower than here.” Zel touched his nipples again.
“Did you want him to?” Ulrich shifted beneath the hike of Zel’s chemise to kiss and lick down his stomach. “Did you want him to touch you lower?” He kept going, past Zel’s navel and the start of fine hairs.
“I-I wanted someone to… but not Rudy. It feels so much more incredible that it’syou.”
Ulrich swallowed Zel down, tongue lapping up Zel’s underside and teeth grazing his veins. Zel yelped, the sound cutting off with a violent gasp. He had never felt so enveloped, so claimed, soseenagain, as if he was his truest self in the moments of bliss between him and the one person who knew him as he was.
Ulrich teased Zel’s head on each upward bob with more grazes of teeth and flicks of his tongue. Zel’s hips thrust up instinctually to match that rhythm, body quaking as each swallow was accompanied by the teasing but persistent fondling of his nipples.
“Ulrich…”
“Do you need me to stop?” Ulrich asked between licks across Zel’s slit. “Let you come? Or…” He licked lower to Zel’s entrance.
“Don't stop! But I… don’t want to finish yet. I want to last, so I can savor my… deflowering.” Zel snickered, given he was haloed by cornflowers.
“Like this, Zel, you are a fairy from the deepest wood, luring in gullible travelers whom none could resist. Nor could I.” Ulrich licked Zel’s hole with an ardent twirl.
“Please.” Zel writhed against his laving. “Take me! Take all of me. Anything and everything you want from me.”
“Then I will.” Ulrich plunged in his tongue, and Zel was certain he would come right that moment, but before the heat expanding within him could fully combust, Ulrich withdrew and climbed back up Zel’s body. He hovered in want of a kiss, but waited for permission, given where that tongue had been.
Zel dragged him down like before.
As they kissed, Ulrich lifted Zel from the chaise, leaving clothing and flower petals behind. Zel also felt a sudden weightlessness around his neck—his pendant miraculously having unclasped and fallen onto the chaise or floor with the rest. He couldn’t begrudge Ulrich for having caused that to happen, especially when his possessive streak was all too attractive.
