Page 16 of Siren in Love
“Are you into this?Massages and whatnot?If that’s a kink of yours, we should maybe discuss that.”
“It’s… I don’t have a kink.”Maybe I do, and it’s you.“I just want you to feel good.Don’t worry though.I’ll put my cock in here soon enough.”For emphasis, he kneaded Corvin’s right cheek, making him groan out his desire.
“Yeah, please.”
But Mike went back to the massage.He pressed his fingers and the heels of his palms into the tightness of Corvin’s muscles, releasing it.He could have done this longer and would’ve enjoyed it, but at the same time, he desperately wanted to feel the closeness sex could give.
He eagerly leaned to the side and pulled open the drawer Corvin had indicated.There was a book in there—The Waste Land.
He’s like a book squirrel, hides them everywhere.
The condoms were behind the book, and Mike tore the wrapper off one and put it on.There were few diseases a siren could pass to a human, but what mattered was that Corvin enjoyed this, every part of it, and felt safe.
Corvin craned his neck.“Lube’s in the back.You see it?”
“I do, even if the sight of you is distracting.”
“Heh.Charmer.”
“Truth teller.”
Mike reached for the lube and squeezed some into his hand.He shifted down and began working Corvin open.
Corvin arched his back and moaned at Mike’s touch, burying his fingers in the tangled sheet underneath him.Mike drew circles around Corvin’s hole with his lubed finger, and Corvin, shameless in the best of ways, rubbed up against the mattress, seeking friction.Mike licked his lips, then bit down on them when he realized he was about ready to sing his joy out loud.
“Feels good,” Corvin mumbled.He stopped dry humping the mattress, instead pushing up on his elbows so he could turn his head and look back at Mike.
Mike wasn’t sure whether Corvin wanted to say something, but when he pushed a finger into him, Mike very effectively stole all the words from him.Corvin gasped, whimpered, let his head drop forward.Those needy little noises made a sweet melody, and the way Corvin spread his legs for Mike only made it better.
Mike gave Corvin a second well-lubed finger.
“Oh, fuck.”Corvin moaned at the sensation of being filled like that, and Mike chuckled, bent forward, and traced a line of kisses down Corvin’s left shoulder.
“Something tells me you like that,” Mike said with a hum.
“Will you…stop talking.I want you to…fuuuuck.”Corvin’s breath stuttered, most of his pleading cut off when Mike found his prostate and curled his fingers against it.
“You want me?”Mike asked.
“Please.Yes, please.I want you.”Corvin’s voice was vibrant, a harmony in Mike’s ears.
Mike pulled his fingers out of Corvin’s hole and made sure he was slick enough not to feel anything but pleasure.He knelt between Corvin’s spread knees and pulled him up by the hips so he was forced to support the weight of his upper body on his elbows rather than rest his chest against the sheets.Mike wanted to stroke Corvin, make him come in his hand while he was inside.
Mike ran his palms over Corvin’s thighs, moved up, then spread his cheeks, admiring the view.He squeezed some more lube over Corvin’s hole, which wasn’t necessary, but Mike savored the needy little whimpers it drew from Corvin.
Only then did he line up his sheathed cock and begin pushing into Corvin.That tight warmth was very nearly enough to coax Mike’s siren song out of him and have him singing Corvin straight into ecstasy.
Mike made sure to go slow, throttling the desire his siren self wanted to belt out to the world all around him, to the man he wanted to be his.It wasn’t easy.Stars danced in front of his eyes with every inch his cock went deeper into Corvin.His breathing became labored, and his humming reached a volume that easily filled the studio.
The moment Corvin was all around him, Mike gripped his hips and gave one sharp thrust.Corvin whimpered, moaned, his head sagging forward against the pillows.Mike could tell from his voice that dropping his head like that made pain bloom across his scalp.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”Mike reached for Corvin’s chest and pulled him up and against his body, which was a much better position anyway, because Mike could easily nip Corvin’s earlobe and lick down his shoulder.
“Fine, I’m fine.”Corvin was mostly breathless, apparently glad to be leaning against Mike.
“Want me to keep going?”
“Obviously.I keep telling you, but you just—”
