Page 46 of Changeling
The urge to sit back and stare, to take my time relishing the view while he trembles in anticipation of my next move, loses to the need to get my hands on him. I can’t resist a second longer. I palm the fleshy globes of his ass and squeeze. He presses back into my hands and moans.
If I can have this only once, I’m going to make it memorable. I part his cheeks to reveal the delicate entrance they protect.
Sebastian hides his face under his arm but doesn’t protest. I think he enjoys this hint of embarrassment twined with vulnerability. I won’t make him stew in it. Rather, I’ll give him something to do.
“Get the oil, please.”
It takes a moment for the command to register. When it does, his arm shifts from his face. He blinks, dazed, then looks around. The oil lies next to him, just far enough he has to stretch to reach it.
“Open it.”
For this, he must rise to his elbows. All the while, I play with the globes of his ass, tugging them apart, pushing them back together, massaging, and letting my thumbs dip closer and closer to his rim. He squirms, concentration broken. The simple act of removing the lid of the small jar becomes a challenge. If I weren’t so enamored by his every movement, I might laugh, but I’m as invested in our union as he is, desire sizzling under my skin. My body vibrates with yearning. Heat gathers between my legs. My nipples pucker around their jewelry.
I take the oil and gently push him back to the bed with a hand between his shoulder blades. He collapses, task accomplished, embarrassment conquered.
For now.
I slick my fingers and dribble oil directly into Sebastian’s crease. My massage becomes more intimate, fingers gliding smoothly over his skin and between his cheeks to tease his rim.
“Please,” he whimpers, body writhing under my hands. “Dominus, please.”
Pressing inside, I give him what he needs. He asked so prettily.
He stretches tight and hot around my finger, an irresistible pull. I watch, entranced, as his body accepts mine.
It would take an age to convince his furled hole to accept my cock. Though that’s not my plan, I can’t help but imagine it—sliding inch by inch into his oiled channel, the sounds he would make as his body inevitably gave way.
The sounds he’s making now bring me back to reality. Little gasps, long sighs, a low moan. He’s ready enough for what I’m going to give him.
“Sebastian.” My voice has gone husky. My need transparent.
He rallies, coming back to himself enough to answer. “Yes, Dominus?”
“On your back,” I order. My fingers are still buried in his body. To obey, he’ll have to pull off them himself.
He does it with a pitiful whine, which rings soulfully in my ears, bringing with it the need to please him in every way. To fill him and make him beg. To make us both forget we’ve only got this one time before we’re parted.
When Sebastian reaches for me with both arms, I allow it. I go to him. Chest to chest. I give him the kisses we both want. Feed him my tongue. He wraps his legs tightly around my waist. Our cocks slide against each other. My moan joins his in chorus.
Sebastian’s touch is everywhere, exploring me. He slides his heated palms up the length of my back and over my shoulders. He cards fingers through my hair, his nails lightly scraping my scalp, leaving his tingling magic in the wake of his hands.
What will that feel like when I let him touch my cock?
Time to find out.
Crawling up his body to straddle his waist, I curl my tail to my hand and coat the nub in oil.
Sebastian’s eyes darken, pupils dilating as he watches. “Are you… Is that…?”
I smile at his inability to form complete sentences. “I am, and it is, so long as you want it.”
“Oh, I want it.” His eyes are on my tail, but his hands grasp my cock lying thick and heavy on his belly.
Curses, that first touch is magic! Questing fingers leave a titillating trail of energy with every touch. He slides my foreskin back, slow and steady, revealing the proud head in its dripping glory. A swipe of his thumb over the slit mixes seed and oil, slicking his path as he wraps a fist around my girth and strokes.
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold in whatever embarrassing sound threatens to emerge from my throat. My whole body responds to his intimate caress, vibrating with urgency, primed to feed and to come.
Sebastian worships my cock with both hands. His lips part in offering. An offer impossible to resist.
