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“My Apollo,” he amended, and with his eyes locked on mine, I needed to see all of him and to hurry us on to our rapture.
The removal of a single pin spilled open his tunic, and I unwrapped the rest of him. Twilight blue was now a backdrop to frame his loveliness, from bare chest, to stomach, to hips, and cock.
“Let me see you as well, my Apollo,” Dax begged, tugging at the hem of my tunic. The arch of his body was all courtesan, but all only for me.
“Tap… here.” I indicated the sunbeam at my belt.
Still so wonderfully sprung beneath my gaze, Dax tilted his head at me. A smile played on his face as he did as I’d said, and with that simple tap of a finger, my tunic unraveled as if disappearing inside my adornments, until likewise, the adornments vanished too. Only the cuff at my wrist with its ring remained.
My promise to remain unbound to another, until the risk again seemed worth it.
Dax reached to touch me, at first seeking my chest. I caught his hand and guided it there for him. If I was the one doing the worshiping, let me remain the guide. I drew his palm and fingers down my stomach, down my hips and prick, then wrapped his hold around me, and together, we stroked.
“Oh… you are marvelous,” Dax said.
“You are marvelous,” I echoed, “and shall be treated as such.”
I stilled his hand from touching my more, for my cock had better things to pump inside than a hand. Summoning heat and cold into parallel fingers, a natural balm to my fire, I reached beneath Dax again.
“I only wish… that I had been the first to breach you.” I breached him then, deeper than my thumbs had gone, and twisted my fingers up inside him.
“Mmm-oh!” He rocked against them.
“I can see the past at times as easily as the future you know. Your priest fucked you slow… and deep… didn’t he?”
“Y-yes.” Dax shuddered at the equally slow and deep thrust of my fingers.
“He was gentle, allowed you the time you needed to adjust.” I pulled my fingers free to replace them with my tip but did not yet press inside. “Then, when he believed you could handle him, he made certain you felt every… buck… inside.”
“Apollo!”
The shallow dips inside him now as I slowly canted my hips made my leaking tip feel like it must be searing him, but his only utterances were of bliss.
“Every slow… slide, every filling pulse, as he grew harder from your exquisiteness.” My head popped in him at last.
“Yes.”
“And still, you were unsatisfied?”
Dax’s head had dropped back, his eyes closed as he writhed in attempts to pull me deeper, but at that, he looked at me. “Yes.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because he wasn’t you. And I do not need to be treated gently.”
I thrust in halfway, and Dax’s back arched off the bed.
“Oh!”
Again.
“Ahh!”
Again.
“Apollo!”
Further, and further, until I felt Dax swallow me whole, I thrust. Then I held there, buried inside him, and waited.
