Page 104 of Guiding Desire
“Hmm. Yes, I freely admit to that. Come over here. I think I had better help you out of that.”
Orrey did. Him coming when Senlas asked him to was yet another small thing Senlas enjoyed. The smaller joy was overshadowed by a larger one when Orrey didn’t hesitate at all but climbed on top of Senlas and bent toward his lips for a kiss.
The buffering hit Senlas first, but Orrey clearly concentrated and turned it to proper channeling. That meant he wasn’t putting much effort into the kissing, so Senlas was left with no other option but to slide his fingers under the oversized bathrobe, run them over the Conduit’s cool skin, marvel at the reaction.
The channeling fizzled on and off, Orrey’s concentration disturbed if his tiny gasps and low moans were any indication.
Slowly, Senlas worked the bathrobe’s loose knot open, revealing the expanse of skin below, the hair just above Orrey’s cock ticklish against Senlas’s palm. Orrey’s cock was also taking interest, but Senlas didn’t see any reason to hurry. He circled the tip briefly with his thumb, then went back to the base to play with Orrey’s balls instead.
Orrey gasped and shuddered from just that. “Nnngh, Senlas.”
Senlas, in that moment, Orrey’s eyes on his, grabbed the Conduit, both with his hands and his power, flipped him over onto his back.
Orrey yelped in surprise.
“Look at you, kitten. You landed just like I want you. Knees spread and cock leaking.” He kissed Orrey’s cheek, still careful of where the skin was healing. “Is this okay?”
Orrey nodded. Then he put an arm around Senlas’s shoulder, his palm coming to rest on his back, and he started channeling.
“If I keep doing this, then what happened earlier will happen again, right? I’ll get weirdly aroused?”
“Likely. But you’re not here for channeling. I want to be with you, the man—even the idiotic man who’d run at a bomb. I’m not here to be with you, the Conduit.”
Orrey sucked on his bottom lip. He kept up his channeling. “What if I wanted to be your Conduit tonight?”
Senlas kissed him, not with the hunger that was coiling in his gut and spreading heat through his abdomen. He kissed him sweetly, like Senlas had always imagined a lover would, like he had sometimes kissed his friends.
“Then I’ll be your Guardian. I’ll take care of you, make sure you are all right.”
Orrey nodded. “I want that.”
Senlas felt him channel more, a brief stuttering of power before it sloughed off easily from him to Orrey.
“Kitten, stop for a second. Tell me what I can do? Or can’t do. You might not really know, later on.”
Orrey nodded, clearly feeling more at ease. “I assumed we were going to try penetration tonight. You can. I cleaned up. And other than that, I’ve given oral but have been told I’m not good at it. You can touch me. Pretty much all the things are fine.”
“Mm-hmm.”So you’ve never ventured beyond the most sedate normal, have you?“I can do that. On the condition that next time, we watch porn together, and I pick what.”
“Oh? I mean, okay? Sure. Can I try channeling now?”
Senlas nodded. He began grounding into Orrey while the Conduit worked to channel. Senlas clenched his butt muscles, the plug pleasurable, though nothing was as pleasurable as Orrey underneath him, trying his skill.
“You’re so warm,” Orrey said, putting his free palm on Senlas’s lower back.
“Yeah, that’s my power, just dying to flow into you.”
Much as Senlas expected, it didn’t take very long at all before Orrey’s eyes glazed over. With that came an involuntary expansion of the channeling, from his palms where he could already control it, to his entire body.
On Senlas’s end, it felt like cooling summer rain, relaxing his muscles, making it so he could breathe deeper. On Orrey’s end…Senlas had heard it described like a puncture in a rubber hose that grew bigger and bigger under pressure until there was no more stopping the flow of water.
Orrey moaned. “Sen…Sen. Feels so good.” He twisted, hips jerking up to meet Senlas’s steady thrusts. “Please. Need more.”
Senlas put two fingers into Orrey’s mouth so he had something to suck on, then shifted down to lick his nipples, using his tongue until the hard tips stood to attention. It minimized the skin on skin contact somewhat, though not much.
If he doesn’t like it, he should be able to snap out of it,Senlas thought, wishing he knew how it felt, being in Orrey’s shoes for this.
He wasn’t, though, and could only do his best to be caring and giving. Not an easy task, given that Orrey was now thrusting up, the tip of his cock rubbing against Senlas’s belly.
