tweaking his
nipples and caressing his cock. The kiss made Heilyn forget what he
had been complaining about, and he just sank back against the
pillows, rocking up into Emyr’s hand.
“That’s better,” Emyr
murmured and moved, pulling his hand away. Heilyn let out a grunt
of protest, and then opened his eyes as Emyr kissed down his body
again. Emyr had moved round, and his hips were close enough to
Heilyn’s face that he could see Emyr’s cock straining out hard. It
was as long and lean as Emyr himself, pink-tipped and damp, and
Heilyn had to touch, wrapping his fingers around that beautiful
hard heat with a happy sigh.
Emyr’s mouth shook
against Heilyn’s thigh, his tongue suddenly clumsy. “Oh. Please,
Heilyn!”
“Move your leg,” Heilyn
managed, tugging at Emyr’s thigh. “Over me. Yes, there.” He pulled
Emyr’s hips down, and opened his mouth to suck in the tip of Emyr’s
cock.
“H-heilyn!” It was a
real whimper, and Heilyn smiled triumphantly around his lovely
mouthful and sucked him in further. He loved doing this. It was so
good to feel a man shake and fall apart under his mouth, and when
that man was Emyr, his lovely Emyr, it was better still. He let his
eyes fall closed, savoring the weight on his tongue and the hint of
salt.
He wasn’t ready to feel
wet heat wrapped around his own cock, and cried out around Emyr,
his hips jerking. Suddenly, he couldn’t think properly. He could
only rock into Emyr’s mouth and suck hard around his lovely stiff
mouthful. There was heat gathering under his skin, and light
blossoming under his eyelids, and all he could do was gasp roughly
around Emyr and sob a little when Emyr’s tongue slid up his
shaft.
When Emyr pulled out of
his mouth, the loss almost hurt, and when Emyr gave his cock a last
sly kiss and pulled off there as well, he shouted in protest.
“Soon,” Emyr gasped,
and his fingers were between Heilyn’s legs now, teasing slickly at
his hole. “May I?”
Heilyn spread his legs
so fast he almost strained something. He couldn’t manage words, but
he could put a note of begging into his whimper and push himself
down onto Emyr’s fingers.
“Look at you,” Emyr
breathed. His fingers were busy now, first one and then another
slipping in to stretch Heilyn open. It felt so good, and his cock
throbbed in response. He was going to come, before Emyr had even
gotten inside him, and he wanted to, but he wanted this to last
forever too, and the conflicting needs made him writhe his hips and
groan.
“Not yet, lover,” Emyr
said and clamped his fingers around the base of Heilyn’s cock.
“Hold it back for me, yes?”
“Yes!” Heilyn managed,
and tried to think of anything other than this man and this bed:
the smell of congealed paint; the evil glint in Pumpkin’s eye; the
rush and rage of the storm tearing in (and, oh, that one didn’t
help at all, because his body felt just as torn and helpless now, a
different type of storm sweeping over him, threatening him with
destruction and glory).
Emyr’s fingers were
sliding out, and there was the warm nudge of his cock pressing in,
slow and gentle even as Heilyn opened his eyes to see Emyr’s hands
fisting the sheets beside his head. He turned enough to kiss Emyr’s
wrist, lifting his hips to meet that first thrust. It felt as if
the world was being scraped clean, like an old canvas, and would be
transformed into something a thousand times more bold and bright
and beautiful. Everything was so sharp and clear right now, with
the storm suddenly blossoming into sunlight inside him, and he
could see the sweat on Emyr’s brow, the graze on his own knee,
pushed up this high, and the flush over Emyr’s cheekbones, all with
the same lucid wonder.
Then Emyr moved within
him, and everything shattered into light and beauty. His eyes
closed, and he managed to raise one hand to Emyr’s sweat-slicked
back, while the other slid down to cup his own cock, not even
touching himself, just the last
nipples and caressing his cock. The kiss made Heilyn forget what he
had been complaining about, and he just sank back against the
pillows, rocking up into Emyr’s hand.
“That’s better,” Emyr
murmured and moved, pulling his hand away. Heilyn let out a grunt
of protest, and then opened his eyes as Emyr kissed down his body
again. Emyr had moved round, and his hips were close enough to
Heilyn’s face that he could see Emyr’s cock straining out hard. It
was as long and lean as Emyr himself, pink-tipped and damp, and
Heilyn had to touch, wrapping his fingers around that beautiful
hard heat with a happy sigh.
Emyr’s mouth shook
against Heilyn’s thigh, his tongue suddenly clumsy. “Oh. Please,
Heilyn!”
“Move your leg,” Heilyn
managed, tugging at Emyr’s thigh. “Over me. Yes, there.” He pulled
Emyr’s hips down, and opened his mouth to suck in the tip of Emyr’s
cock.
“H-heilyn!” It was a
real whimper, and Heilyn smiled triumphantly around his lovely
mouthful and sucked him in further. He loved doing this. It was so
good to feel a man shake and fall apart under his mouth, and when
that man was Emyr, his lovely Emyr, it was better still. He let his
eyes fall closed, savoring the weight on his tongue and the hint of
salt.
He wasn’t ready to feel
wet heat wrapped around his own cock, and cried out around Emyr,
his hips jerking. Suddenly, he couldn’t think properly. He could
only rock into Emyr’s mouth and suck hard around his lovely stiff
mouthful. There was heat gathering under his skin, and light
blossoming under his eyelids, and all he could do was gasp roughly
around Emyr and sob a little when Emyr’s tongue slid up his
shaft.
When Emyr pulled out of
his mouth, the loss almost hurt, and when Emyr gave his cock a last
sly kiss and pulled off there as well, he shouted in protest.
“Soon,” Emyr gasped,
and his fingers were between Heilyn’s legs now, teasing slickly at
his hole. “May I?”
Heilyn spread his legs
so fast he almost strained something. He couldn’t manage words, but
he could put a note of begging into his whimper and push himself
down onto Emyr’s fingers.
“Look at you,” Emyr
breathed. His fingers were busy now, first one and then another
slipping in to stretch Heilyn open. It felt so good, and his cock
throbbed in response. He was going to come, before Emyr had even
gotten inside him, and he wanted to, but he wanted this to last
forever too, and the conflicting needs made him writhe his hips and
groan.
“Not yet, lover,” Emyr
said and clamped his fingers around the base of Heilyn’s cock.
“Hold it back for me, yes?”
“Yes!” Heilyn managed,
and tried to think of anything other than this man and this bed:
the smell of congealed paint; the evil glint in Pumpkin’s eye; the
rush and rage of the storm tearing in (and, oh, that one didn’t
help at all, because his body felt just as torn and helpless now, a
different type of storm sweeping over him, threatening him with
destruction and glory).
Emyr’s fingers were
sliding out, and there was the warm nudge of his cock pressing in,
slow and gentle even as Heilyn opened his eyes to see Emyr’s hands
fisting the sheets beside his head. He turned enough to kiss Emyr’s
wrist, lifting his hips to meet that first thrust. It felt as if
the world was being scraped clean, like an old canvas, and would be
transformed into something a thousand times more bold and bright
and beautiful. Everything was so sharp and clear right now, with
the storm suddenly blossoming into sunlight inside him, and he
could see the sweat on Emyr’s brow, the graze on his own knee,
pushed up this high, and the flush over Emyr’s cheekbones, all with
the same lucid wonder.
Then Emyr moved within
him, and everything shattered into light and beauty. His eyes
closed, and he managed to raise one hand to Emyr’s sweat-slicked
back, while the other slid down to cup his own cock, not even
touching himself, just the last
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