Page 106 of Guiding Desire
Due to their difference in size, it took Senlas a moment of adjusting to find the right angle. When he did, he used plenty of lubricant on himself and lined up, pushed.
Orrey’s body accepted him easily. It was strange, unexpected.Then again, how strange was it to find him, how much like fate if fate existed. His whole body accepts me.
All the same, Senlas wrangled down his need to push in all the way and thrust as hard and deep as he could all at once. He started out slowly, going deeper in intervals, Orrey’s fingers digging into Senlas’s forearm as his incoherent mumblings dropped from his lips, punctuated by a louder moan or scream for every thrust.
“You feel perfect. Does it feel good, hmm?”
Senlas got no answer out of Orrey, but the Conduit stared back, eyes swimming but face free of pain, yet flooded with intense emotion Senlas couldn’t even name. Bliss maybe. Primordial joy. Something deep that Senlas felt all the way in his own blood.
It had him thrust harder before he caught himself, just a few times, but it got Orrey to scream, and warm cum pattered over their arms, Orrey’s belly.
“Look at you cumming, kitten. So pretty. Fuck. I’m almost there myself, Orrey. You feel too good, too ready.”
Orrey, once again, was incoherent. He was undoubtedly trying to get as close to Senlas as he could, even while his eyelids trembled, falling shut on and off.
Senlas put a hand on Orrey’s hips, squeezed his muscles around his plug, and moved until he came as well, a release deep and total after those long minutes of channeling, after being with his imprinted.
Senlas didn’t move at all, not least because Orrey didn’t seem to want him to, holding on, reaching back with both hands in an innate need.
“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You did so well, kitten. You can rest now. Go to sleep.”
Orrey was biddable now, sated, and wanting to please his Guardian. He relaxed, allowing Senlas to gather his hands, hold them both in one of his.
Senlas could tell when Orrey had finally drifted off because at that point, even his buffering stopped, a first. After a few more minutes during which Senlas enjoyed the sleeping Conduit in his arms, he withdrew from Orrey’s heat.
That alone was almost enough to make Senlas ready for another go, but Orrey certainly wasn’t. Senlas carefully got up and headed to the bathroom where he wet a cloth with warm water to make sure Orrey would wake up clean.
Once that was done, there was nothing and no one that could have stopped Senlas from falling asleep with his Conduit in his arms.
23
ORREY
WakinginSenlas’sarms,Orrey was feeling more like himself than he had since that day at the parade. He’d never fallen asleep next to a lover other than Senlas and being spooned by one had never been so easily comfortable and comforting, despite their size difference.
Orrey let himself doze off again, and after Senlas had run him a bath, the Guardian left briefly to get the coffee started, then came back, all while wearing that bathrobe on which they had apparently fucked.
“Bath’s ready,” Senlas said.
Orrey got out of bed, stopping to stand on his toes and kiss Senlas.
“Hmm. Let me wash your hair, kitten,” the Guardian had offered, hands roaming.
“Not much there.” Orrey gently pushed him back to free himself, stepped into the bathroom, then saw the pout on his Guardian’s face. “But you are welcome to help me with it.”
“Gladly.”
The water was the perfect temperature, and Orrey leaned back in the tub, possibly recreating one of the scenes from the drama they’d watched last night,The New Normal.
Orrey let his mind drift as he closed his eyes while Senlas sat next to the tub and foamed up some shampoo, massaged it in.He might be better than Guardian On. He’s real.
Unprompted, the memories of the previous night came, the way Senlas had been so patient, yet so slow when, in that feverish frenzy of channeling and lust, Orrey hadn’t cared.
“Did you enjoy last night?” Orrey asked, hoping the insecurity in his voice wasn’t showing.
Senlas’s thumbs pressed against the base of Orrey’s skull, his fingers drawing small circles. “Enjoyed the fuck out of it. You?”
“Hmm.”
