out, letting his body adjust. Zeke was the one breathing
hard now, his body trembling. When the burn subsided, Nathaniel brought his
hands down and gripped Zeke’s forearms. “Okay. I’m okay.”
Zeke dropped his head down. “I’m
not. Not fucking okay. How on earth can this feel so good?”
Nathaniel understood. Zeke hadn’t
expected to like this. “It’s okay.”
Zeke made a pained sound. “How did
I not know this about myself?” His hips started to make small circling
movements.
Nathaniel shivered as Zeke’s cock
pressed against his prostate and sparks shot up his spine. “Fuck me, Zeke. Come
on,” he said, trying to get him to move.
“Yeah,” Zeke said, hips moving
more. “Yeah, okay.”
Nathaniel threw his head back as
Zeke started to put some muscle into it. The sensation of his cock sliding into
and out of his ass was the most exquisite thing he’d ever experienced. Zeke was
stronger, harder, somehow more than any of his other partners. His cock
bobbed between them, and then Zeke reached down and started jacking him as he moved.
“Come on, Nathaniel. I want to see
you let it go.”
Nathaniel’s vision whited out and
he grunted, and then, suddenly, Zeke changed form, right in the middle of a
thrust. His slate-grey wings burst out from him, beautiful and strong,
triggering something primal inside Nathaniel. He writhed, trying to cum, but
something wasn’t right. He need to orgasm. He was right at the edge, but he
couldn’t go over. Zeke lifted him up, using his wings to wrestle Nathaniel onto
his knees, and suddenly, something electric ran up his arms and down his back
and he climaxed just as the energy ran out of him. Wings exploded from his back
as his cock jerked, spunk hitting Zeke’s chest and belly. Nathaniel writhed,
Zeke’s strength the only thing keeping him up.
“Fuck,” Zeke breathed, hips moving
wildly.
He fucked up inside Nathaniel and
another orgasm took him as he tried not to move. The wings unbalanced him and
he almost fell, but Zeke held him too tightly. He groaned, holding on for dear
life, and then Zeke was cumming deep inside him. Nathaniel went over again, his
dick jerking weakly, new-found wings fluttering. Zeke leaned his sweaty face
down and rested it on Nathaniel’s shoulder. Nathaniel tucked his face into Zeke’s
hair and just breathed. They clung to each other for a long time, until the
last of the pleasure finally subsided and Zeke’s soft cock slid from Nathaniel’s
body.
“I don’t know what just happened,”
Zeke murmured. “I’m not even gay.”
Nathaniel laughed weakly. “You’re
not gay, and I don’t have wings.”
Zeke sighed and lifted away, gently
setting Nathaniel down on the bed. “You do now.” His tone was strange.
Nathaniel looked at his lover
carefully, not sure what to say. The freaked-out expression on Zeke’s face
decided him. “So you’re not straight. It’s not the end of the world.” His new
wings rustled behind him, as if they had a mind of their own. It felt weird.
They felt weird, not like he’d imagined it. He gently took hold of one of his
primaries and drew it around to his lap. The feather felt incredibly soft.
Delicate. Hard to imagine such fragile things could support a man. It was slate
grey, same as the marks on his arms. None of it felt real.
“It’s not that, Nathaniel,” Zeke
said, his voice soft. “I’m not upset about making love with you.”
Nathaniel went still, feathers
slipping from his fingers. “Then what is it?”
Zeke took a deep breath and touched
the edge of Nathaniel’s wings. “That’s a beautiful color, weapons master. Mate.”
Nathaniel’s heart seized up. “Mate?
Wait, weapons master?”
Zeke nodded and slid his hand down
to hold Nathaniel’s. “Yes. Mine.”
Nathaniel pulled away, gut
twisting. “No, that’s impossible. We didn’t fly. Hell, I can’t fly.” He
stood up. The wings unbalanced him a bit, but then he got used to their weight
and began to pace.
hard now, his body trembling. When the burn subsided, Nathaniel brought his
hands down and gripped Zeke’s forearms. “Okay. I’m okay.”
Zeke dropped his head down. “I’m
not. Not fucking okay. How on earth can this feel so good?”
Nathaniel understood. Zeke hadn’t
expected to like this. “It’s okay.”
Zeke made a pained sound. “How did
I not know this about myself?” His hips started to make small circling
movements.
Nathaniel shivered as Zeke’s cock
pressed against his prostate and sparks shot up his spine. “Fuck me, Zeke. Come
on,” he said, trying to get him to move.
“Yeah,” Zeke said, hips moving
more. “Yeah, okay.”
Nathaniel threw his head back as
Zeke started to put some muscle into it. The sensation of his cock sliding into
and out of his ass was the most exquisite thing he’d ever experienced. Zeke was
stronger, harder, somehow more than any of his other partners. His cock
bobbed between them, and then Zeke reached down and started jacking him as he moved.
“Come on, Nathaniel. I want to see
you let it go.”
Nathaniel’s vision whited out and
he grunted, and then, suddenly, Zeke changed form, right in the middle of a
thrust. His slate-grey wings burst out from him, beautiful and strong,
triggering something primal inside Nathaniel. He writhed, trying to cum, but
something wasn’t right. He need to orgasm. He was right at the edge, but he
couldn’t go over. Zeke lifted him up, using his wings to wrestle Nathaniel onto
his knees, and suddenly, something electric ran up his arms and down his back
and he climaxed just as the energy ran out of him. Wings exploded from his back
as his cock jerked, spunk hitting Zeke’s chest and belly. Nathaniel writhed,
Zeke’s strength the only thing keeping him up.
“Fuck,” Zeke breathed, hips moving
wildly.
He fucked up inside Nathaniel and
another orgasm took him as he tried not to move. The wings unbalanced him and
he almost fell, but Zeke held him too tightly. He groaned, holding on for dear
life, and then Zeke was cumming deep inside him. Nathaniel went over again, his
dick jerking weakly, new-found wings fluttering. Zeke leaned his sweaty face
down and rested it on Nathaniel’s shoulder. Nathaniel tucked his face into Zeke’s
hair and just breathed. They clung to each other for a long time, until the
last of the pleasure finally subsided and Zeke’s soft cock slid from Nathaniel’s
body.
“I don’t know what just happened,”
Zeke murmured. “I’m not even gay.”
Nathaniel laughed weakly. “You’re
not gay, and I don’t have wings.”
Zeke sighed and lifted away, gently
setting Nathaniel down on the bed. “You do now.” His tone was strange.
Nathaniel looked at his lover
carefully, not sure what to say. The freaked-out expression on Zeke’s face
decided him. “So you’re not straight. It’s not the end of the world.” His new
wings rustled behind him, as if they had a mind of their own. It felt weird.
They felt weird, not like he’d imagined it. He gently took hold of one of his
primaries and drew it around to his lap. The feather felt incredibly soft.
Delicate. Hard to imagine such fragile things could support a man. It was slate
grey, same as the marks on his arms. None of it felt real.
“It’s not that, Nathaniel,” Zeke
said, his voice soft. “I’m not upset about making love with you.”
Nathaniel went still, feathers
slipping from his fingers. “Then what is it?”
Zeke took a deep breath and touched
the edge of Nathaniel’s wings. “That’s a beautiful color, weapons master. Mate.”
Nathaniel’s heart seized up. “Mate?
Wait, weapons master?”
Zeke nodded and slid his hand down
to hold Nathaniel’s. “Yes. Mine.”
Nathaniel pulled away, gut
twisting. “No, that’s impossible. We didn’t fly. Hell, I can’t fly.” He
stood up. The wings unbalanced him a bit, but then he got used to their weight
and began to pace.
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