Page 60 of Midsummer Phoenixes
He chuckled as he looked back at me. I slowed so he wouldn’t miss the single step that took him onto the elevated platform the bed stood on. Then, I pushed him and watched him fall on the mattress.
“You tore my shirt,” he told me.
He was on his belly, his hair slightly mussed, his back and ass exposed. A wing feather scraped against his hips.
“I did.”
I kicked my shoes off and climbed on top of him, the roughness of my need only half pretend.
“I was trying to get naked for you though.”
I leaned over him, boxing him in between my knees and my arms. “You were, but you are ready to get naked for just about anyone, my little slut. It will be better for you this way. When I take you like I want to.” A small gasp almost stuck in his throat, and our eyes met for a moment. I brought my mouth close to his ear. “Yes?”
I heard his throat click as he swallowed. “You’ll be rough with me?”
He was playing, drawing this out. It was cute. “Yeah, very. You’ll feel every inch of my cock inside you, and you’ll feel my cum fill you up.”
His face reddened. Even now, he couldn’t help himself.
“You…you want to cum in me?”
Amory’s voice was a whisper, full of something only just formed and all the more breakable for it. He was like a newly hatched butterfly in this moment, wings not yet ready, but already knowing they were made for flight just like he was made to have and take the pleasure that he wanted without shame.
“Yeah. I will.”
He nodded.
“Amory.”
“Okay, yes.”
I placed my smile against his ear. I’d push him, very gently. “Yes to what, my heart?”
His throat clicked again. “You…what you said?”
“I’m forgetting. Tell me. Tell me what it is you consent to. You must have imagined it. You know what it feels like. You know whether you like it or not. Tell me. I will hear. No one else will.”
The air rushed from his lungs before he breathed in deep. “You’re going to put your cock in me. And then you’ll cum inside me. And I want that. I want you tonight.”
His voice faltered slightly on both cock and cum. One of these days, it wouldn’t. For now, I kissed his shoulder.
“As you wish, my greedy little slut.”
I put one hand between his shoulder blades and pushed down gently to keep him pinned while I reached for the lube in the nightstand. I moved until I could squeeze a liberal amount onto his butt, not really worried about precision.
Amory flinched. “Soyer.”
“I know you won’t need much, given the fact your hole gets so much use, but we have to make sure you’re all slick, don’t we?”
I worked my fingers into his crack and ran them around his hole carefully. I felt him relax, felt him twitch. When I thought he was as relaxed as he was going to get, I dove into him, stretching him on my fingers.
As I did, I kept him in place with that one hand between his shoulders though I adjusted the pressure to make sure he could breathe okay. He surrendered to that with ease, and before too long, he was ready to take me.
I pulled my fingers out of him and worked my pants open. Given that I was smearing lube all over my clothes, everything had to go into the laundry later on, something to keep me busy when I was done fucking my boyfriend.
I pulled my pants down and slid my cock in between his cheeks to use the lube left there on myself. Amory’s fingers were tense against the sheets, waiting for the intrusion, desiring it, yet wary of that sense of fullness.
When I lined up and pushed against his ring, I watched him. He was perfect, lying under me, taking me, allowing me. And we were bound now, in a handfasting I had sneaked in under his nose. I wasn’t even sure why. Me and my stupid, ridiculous impulses that usually got me killed, except where Amory was involved. And then, they got me…
