gasped at the invasion of tongue and the clash of their teeth. His cock surged back to life and he groaned when Rafe gripped it tightly, stroking insistently. Rushing would do neither of them any good, however. The more they let the well of magic build up before releasing their Nirvana, the more energy the other would have access to. Not to mention, the more pleasurable the experience would be.
“Slow down,” Roka whispered, pulling Rafe’s hand away from his cock. “You want to be strong when we find her, don’t you?”
“I need a taste now,” Rafe growled. “I’m losing it.” His skin shimmered with the emergence of obsidian scales that didn’t subside, and shimmering black horns coiled up from his brow, their shine reflecting the blood-red of the sunset so vividly Roka almost wondered if his friend had spontaneously changed colors.
Roka pushed him back down to the ground and followed, sliding his tongue between Rafe’s lips in a promise of what was to come.
“I will take care of you,” Roka said, sliding down Rafe’s body, the wet trail of his tongue turning to crackling ice as he went. The snow beneath them had melted and frozen again, leaving them in a slippery depression. Roka dug his toes in for purchase, like it was sand on a beach, and took Rafe fully into his mouth. At the same time, Roka gripped his own cock and stroked, his rising need acting as a magnet to the residual magic in the air. There was always more of it, the trails of invisible power a web that linked them all to their origin. To The Mother, wherever she existed. The power was doled out in strictly governed rations by the Council, who acted as conduits between Her infinite power and the rest of the race. He couldn’t think about those lingering issues now, however. He focused on simply absorbing what he could to give it to his friend tonight.
Rafe’s hips bucked against him and Roka gripped the other man tightly behind his knees, pushing his legs wide, his knees against his chest. Rafe allowed himself to be handled, giving over fully to Roka.
The thick, hot length of Rafe’s cock throbbed in Roka’s mouth. The Shadow was already on the verge of orgasm, so Roka pulled back, watching the glistening column slap back against Rafe’s stomach, his saliva hardening into a crystalline mesh for only a second before melting away again due to the man’s increasing heat. Rafe’s heavy sac tightened beneath Roka’s kiss. The Shadow sighed and placed both large hands on Roka’s head when he darted his long tongue out to lick and suck each delicate globe into his mouth. Rafe jerked at the subsequent invasion of Roka’s tongue between his ass cheeks and deeper. Roka gripped his thighs tighter to hold him still.
“Oh, fuck, I need you. I’ll take anything you can give me. Everything. Please just give it to me!”
Roka’s mouth quirked as he looked up at Rafe. He loved the man’s desperation and would have enjoyed a little bit of torture at this point, something he knew Eben loved to have inflicted on him. But Roka knew better in this case. Rafe truly did need what he was about to receive. Satisfied his friend was slick enough to accommodate Roka, he pressed his cock to Rafe’s ass and pushed. Rafe’s head flew back into the snowy ground and he cried out as Roka sank in to his hot depths. Rafe’s tight opening clenched and pulled, constricting so hard Roka almost lost his mind. Then his friend relaxed and Roka pulled out slowly. He groaned as the tightness returned, clutching at the tip of his cock. Roka spread his knees to gain better traction in the ice and dug his bare feet deeper. The cold cut of the rough snow was the perfect counterpoint to the hot pleasure surging into him in the form of the magic his desire attracted. He fucked harder and the wind kicked up around them both, as though their need created a pocket of low pressure, sucking every bit of spare power to them in a swirling cyclone. Roka’s hair whipped around his
“Slow down,” Roka whispered, pulling Rafe’s hand away from his cock. “You want to be strong when we find her, don’t you?”
“I need a taste now,” Rafe growled. “I’m losing it.” His skin shimmered with the emergence of obsidian scales that didn’t subside, and shimmering black horns coiled up from his brow, their shine reflecting the blood-red of the sunset so vividly Roka almost wondered if his friend had spontaneously changed colors.
Roka pushed him back down to the ground and followed, sliding his tongue between Rafe’s lips in a promise of what was to come.
“I will take care of you,” Roka said, sliding down Rafe’s body, the wet trail of his tongue turning to crackling ice as he went. The snow beneath them had melted and frozen again, leaving them in a slippery depression. Roka dug his toes in for purchase, like it was sand on a beach, and took Rafe fully into his mouth. At the same time, Roka gripped his own cock and stroked, his rising need acting as a magnet to the residual magic in the air. There was always more of it, the trails of invisible power a web that linked them all to their origin. To The Mother, wherever she existed. The power was doled out in strictly governed rations by the Council, who acted as conduits between Her infinite power and the rest of the race. He couldn’t think about those lingering issues now, however. He focused on simply absorbing what he could to give it to his friend tonight.
Rafe’s hips bucked against him and Roka gripped the other man tightly behind his knees, pushing his legs wide, his knees against his chest. Rafe allowed himself to be handled, giving over fully to Roka.
The thick, hot length of Rafe’s cock throbbed in Roka’s mouth. The Shadow was already on the verge of orgasm, so Roka pulled back, watching the glistening column slap back against Rafe’s stomach, his saliva hardening into a crystalline mesh for only a second before melting away again due to the man’s increasing heat. Rafe’s heavy sac tightened beneath Roka’s kiss. The Shadow sighed and placed both large hands on Roka’s head when he darted his long tongue out to lick and suck each delicate globe into his mouth. Rafe jerked at the subsequent invasion of Roka’s tongue between his ass cheeks and deeper. Roka gripped his thighs tighter to hold him still.
“Oh, fuck, I need you. I’ll take anything you can give me. Everything. Please just give it to me!”
Roka’s mouth quirked as he looked up at Rafe. He loved the man’s desperation and would have enjoyed a little bit of torture at this point, something he knew Eben loved to have inflicted on him. But Roka knew better in this case. Rafe truly did need what he was about to receive. Satisfied his friend was slick enough to accommodate Roka, he pressed his cock to Rafe’s ass and pushed. Rafe’s head flew back into the snowy ground and he cried out as Roka sank in to his hot depths. Rafe’s tight opening clenched and pulled, constricting so hard Roka almost lost his mind. Then his friend relaxed and Roka pulled out slowly. He groaned as the tightness returned, clutching at the tip of his cock. Roka spread his knees to gain better traction in the ice and dug his bare feet deeper. The cold cut of the rough snow was the perfect counterpoint to the hot pleasure surging into him in the form of the magic his desire attracted. He fucked harder and the wind kicked up around them both, as though their need created a pocket of low pressure, sucking every bit of spare power to them in a swirling cyclone. Roka’s hair whipped around his
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