Page 17 of Siren in Love
Mike rolled his hips.It made Corvin shut up and shudder in his arms and forced a hum out of Mike.Mike reached around so he could take hold of Corvin’s cock.He spread the precum over the head while he slowly thrust.
You did mention Bach, so why don’t I give you a proper fugue?
He closed his hand tightly around Corvin’s cock and gave him a rough, fast handjob.At the same time, he kept rolling his hips, thrusting slowly.He couldn’t see all of Corvin’s face, but from how he sagged against Mike and very nearly melted in his arms, Mike was willing to bet that the combination of slow and tender, rough and fast, did indeed feel like the relentless hunt that was the core of every fugue.
Mike listened to Corvin, greedily drank up every tiny sound the other made, and soon, he felt Corvin twitch and come in his hand, hot cum spreading over Mike’s fingers.Mike made sure to stroke Corvin until there was nothing more he could give.
Corvin lolled against Mike, tight cheeks squeezing his cock.Mike knew an invitation when he felt one, so he pressed Corvin tighter against his chest, picked up the pace, and thrust until he came as well.
I…this… Too much.He’s… How…?
To call it intense would have been an understatement.Mike lost time.It was as if he and Corvin were both floating in some primordial ocean—underwater where sound traveled differently—their bodies as one, nothing between them but skin and salt.
Mike came back to himself slowly, once more seeing the sheets sticky with cum, feeling Corvin boneless in his arms, and hearing the small noises of the sleepy town around them.
It was a perfect culmination, a forte that echoed through Mike like a gong being struck.He wanted to hold on to the high, but like any melody, this joy was fleeting.It was part of why it felt so good, sounded so divine, and when Mike quietly and contentedly hummed against Corvin’s shoulder as he still held him close, all he could think was that he wanted to do this again.More than once, I want to do this with him more than once.Again and again.Only him.I want to forget about all the others—the dryad, the shifter, certainly the necromancer, and that one-night stand who was either a witch or a vampire.
“I hope you don’t do this with all your clients,” Corvin said, his back pressed against Mike.He was beginning to wiggle free from Mike’s hold.
Mike snorted and bit down gently on Corvin’s shoulder.“Jealous?”Or did you read my mind?
Corvin turned.“Maybe?”
Mike kissed the corner of Corvin’s mouth.“Don’t be.”He pulled out carefully.“I’m going to grab a towel.You lie down, okay?”
“Hmm.Telling me what to do again, Pineapple Mike?”
But Corvin was already reaching for a pillow, lying down happily, his eyelids at half-mast.
“I wouldn’t dare.Excuse me for a moment.”
“Hmm.”
There was sleepiness in Corvin’s voice—a hint of pain as well, but not the intense kind.He’ll be able to fall asleep, probably wake up in the morning feeling better already.
Mike quickly cleaned up in the bathroom before coming back with a washcloth and doing the same for Corvin.
“Do you want to take a painkiller before you go to sleep?”Mike was leaning over Corvin, who was clearly ready to drift off.
Green eyes blinked up at him, sleep already nipping at the corners.“Yeah, maybe.”
Mike rolled his eyes even as a smile pulled at his lips.He got Corvin a pill and a glass of water.While Corvin swallowed his painkiller, Mike turned off all the lights but the one next to the bed, then climbed under the sheets next to Corvin.
“You really are staying?”He sounded genuinely surprised.
“I am.”
“Wow.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
Mike took the half-empty water glass from Corvin’s hand and put it on the nightstand.“Why are you surprised?”
Corvin pressed his lips together tight before he said, “Because it’s hard to tell sometimes.Whether people really are what they say and seem to be.”
Mike opened his mouth.He wanted to tell Corvin everything about himself, wanted to make every promise he could to convince him that, yes, he was who he was; a siren who wanted him.
