Page 45 of Siren in Love
The way Corvin’s voice echoed in Mike’s head told him there was a need there, a need for closeness, love, but also lust, lust that would never belong to another man.I love him.I love him more than I ever imagined you could love anyone.It’s not sirens who are magic, it’s people like Corvin.
Mike hurried up the stairs, lured instead of doing the luring.It wasn’t so much about the sex but about the intimacy, and about giving Corvin everything he desired.
Corvin was in their bedroom already, busy getting naked.His hair was still slightly messy, but they could shower later.Mike hugged Corvin from behind, pressing his ass close to his hardening cock.
“Oh, get out of those filthy clothes first.Everything’s dusty.”
“I thought as a librarian, you could handle a little dust.”
“Only very clean dust settles on library books.This is gross dust.Spiders grow only in gross dust, Pineapple Mike.I’m sure Peter the Terrible will confirm.”
Mike snorted but let Corvin go.He pulled off his clothes and watched as Corvin settled back on the covers.
“Other people like breakfast in bed on Sundays.”
Corvin’s eyes glazed over with lust.“I’m not other people.And you’re not other people either.Where do you want me?”
Mike joined him on the bed, piled the pillows against the headboard, and leaned against them, settling in so he had a nice view.
“Between my legs, honey.I’ll watch you.”
Mike knew what a siren’s song could do to a human mind, but knowing what his voice alone did to Corvin, the man he loved, the man who had agreed to marry him, that was another power entirely.
Corvin smiled at Mike as he positioned himself.Morning light crested through the windows, gilding Corvin’s hair in copper and gold.Corvin bent down and opened his mouth, his eyes holding Mike’s.
Mike moaned with the first lick.Corvin tasted him, lapping up the beads of precum on Mike’s tip, and Mike started humming.He’d learned to rein in his siren song, but it was especially difficult today.They’d get married.They’d build a life together and share it.Mike wanted to scream his joy to the world.
Corvin, Mike’s fiancé—his fiancé!—opened his mouth and took Mike in.
“This is how we first made love,” Mike said.“After you got stitches.I felt so bad that you were hurt.”
Corvin pulled off.“It wasn’t that bad.I had this uber-protective super-lawyer who took me to the hospital and scared the nurses.Want to have the engagement party at the Old Church?No large handbags allowed.”
“Perfect.Like you.”
“You know, if you keep talking and I keep talking, this—” He licked along the side of Mike’s cock.“—isn’t going to happen.”
Mike opened his mouth to sing, then snapped it closed.After a moment, he said, “Go ahead.I’m yours, all yours.”
Corvin licked his lips, grinned, then slid his mouth back over Mike’s cock.He had a way of using his tongue and hands in tandem that made his skill at swallowing Mike’s entire length almost secondary.Almost.
Mike could tell Corvin enjoyed setting the pace whenever he used his mouth like this, and he’d felt totally at the other man’s sweet mercy more than once.I’ve probably been at Corvin’s mercy since that first night, lured in with so fine a net not even a siren could have escaped it.
Mike didn’t want to escape.He felt Corvin’s mouth tighten as he worked Mike deeper, felt the back of Corvin’s throat, not quite soft, not quite hard.Corvin’s spit slicked Mike all the way, and the hint of teeth teased like the tongue of a whip, or an ice cube run over naked skin.
Corvin’s fingers had gone past Mike’s balls, using the spit from Corvin’s watering mouth to draw circles around Mike’s hole.Mike hummed with joy.Corvin pushed into him just as Mike had the human’s mouth.
Corvin found Mike’s prostate quickly, making Mike’s hips jerk.He looked down to make sure Corvin was okay, but the way he was sliding his mouth up and down now, he was more than that.He kept massaging Mike from the inside, intensifying the pleasure.Mike’s balls drew tight.
The sounds were what pushed Mike over the edge and into orgasm.That hungry sucking, the pleasured swish of slickened skin against tongue… It was too much.And at the same time, it would never be enough.
Mike shot everything he had into Corvin’s mouth.A keening song broke from his lips.Through his melody, he could still hear Corvin swallowing what he could, although he soon looked up at Mike with wet lips and chin, want written plainly on his face.Corvin got up on his knees, and with Mike never taking his eyes off him, Corvin got himself off, stroking himself, using his own hand while his eyes were on Mike, unblinking, like embers in the darkness.
Within moments, Corvin came on Mike’s chest and face.When he was done, he collapsed, sweat, cum, and spit mingling on the heated skin between them.Mike didn’t care.He wanted everything.Lust and the afterglow, all the messy bits in between.
He was ready to let the two of them doze off and catch up on the sleep they’d lost, but then he remembered he’d made plans for Valentine’s Day.
“Oh, shit,” he said, startling Corvin.
