Page 79 of Guiding Desire
Senlas kissed the words away. “I know, kitten. But can I have my way tonight? I want to make you feel good. Fuck, truth be told, I want to ruin you and make you a mess. I need you to like every bit of it so you ask me to do it to you all over again. Please, let me do this to you.”
“Yes. I mean, yes, please. I didn’t expect…” He shook his head. “I have no idea what I’m saying. I’m mumbling. Sorry.”
“Mumbling, huh?” Senlas peeled Orrey’s shirt off him. “I’ll have you mewling in the sheets.” He ran his fingers down Orrey’s naked chest, cupped the erection between his legs. “Yeah. Mewling. Like a kitten.”
Orrey watched himself being stripped and admired. Once he was completely naked, SenlasLiftedhim and moved him up on the bed, that power strange and intimate against Orrey’s skin.
Senlas pulled his own shirt off and moved up the bed as well to straddle Orrey.
“Can I touch? Your chest?” Orrey asked.
“Yeah.”
Orrey ran his hands up Senlas’s sides, touched the firm chest and stomach, and…relented. For all the ways in which any Guardian could be intimidating, Senlas wasn’t, not to Orrey, not in this moment.
Without focusing too hard on it, Orrey felt warmth, heat, flowing from Senlas to him, spreading from the simple touch to Orrey’s wrists, his forearms, all the way to his heart.
Senlas reached out to brush Orrey’s hairline. “A natural Conduit.”
“Hmm?”
Senlas covered Orrey’s hands with his. “You’re channeling.” He smiled. “I almost wish you wouldn’t. It’ll tire you out, kitten.”
“Oh.” Orrey lifted his hands off Senlas’s warm skin, reluctance holding him back. It felt good, touching like that, letting that warmth inside him. The weather was too warm to be cold, even at night, but Senlas’s warmth was the comfort of soft blankets and sheltering arms, more emotion than temperature.
“Maybe for the best. Might keep you from leaving me alone in bed.”
Embarrassment settled over Orrey, but Senlas never let him dwell on it, bent down and kissed Orrey, another deep breath-stealer of a kiss, the Guardian’s teeth grazing Orrey’s lips this time as if he’d want nothing more than to eat Orrey whole.
When Senlas let up, Orrey was lying on the bed like a horny ragdoll, dazedly watching Senlas, who was watching him right back as he unzipped his pants and kicked them off, freeing a cock that, for some reason, looked bigger than Orrey remembered.
Senlas chuckled. “You just gasped. That’s cute.”
“Well, you’re big.”
“You think?” Senlas said, giving himself a quick tug.
Orrey’s throat had gone dry, but he nodded.
“I’ll be careful. I’ll take my time, and you don’t have to take all of me.”
Senlas reached for a drawer sunken into the wall behind his bed. Orrey craned his neck but couldn’t see the contents. He recognized the bottle of lubricant and also recognized the second item, a butt plug, the base round and featuring a black and white geometric design, the relevant end of it three round bulges.
It wasn’t a casual size for a plug from what Orrey understood and certainly not the size he had used. “We should’ve talked about that kind of thing first,” he said. “I’ve never, ah. I never got to. I mean, yes, a small plug, but not any other kind of…toys. I never got to toys. And certainly not anything that size.”
Senlas shook his head and gave an amused huff. “Sex isn’t a curriculum, kitten, and this isn’t for you.”
He lubed up the toy generously, and Orrey watched in utter fascination as Senlas put one knee up on the bed and then used that plug on himself. His muscles tensed, and a tiny gasp escaped him, which was hot, but not as hot as the way he was looking at Orrey, didn’t take his eyes off him.
Senlas didn’t take long, the movements practiced and sure. The tip of his cock had grown wetter throughout this, and Orrey watched a drop of precum fall to Senlas’s thigh. He had an urge to lick it off that creamy, golden beige skin.
But he never got the chance. Once Senlas was done, he narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, then descended on Orrey, that firm body like a blanket, a shield. Orrey gasped, and he wasn’t sure whether it was before or after Senlas began suckling his skin, his mouth taking a path all the way from Orrey’s neck to his pecs where he stopped to suck just above Orrey’s nipple.
“Senlas, I, uh—”
He pulled Senlas’s hair, the strands thick yet soft. It was almost too easy to bury his hands in them, and the low growl, the warmth against his fingertips and the telekinetic caresses Orrey could feel against his own head, that drove Orrey to zone out, lose himself in just feeling.
It didn’t last, Senlas suddenly dipped lower, and in the same moment he began suckling Orrey’s tip, he also pinched both his nipples.
