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A groan breaks through my lips when he leans forward and presses hot, wet open-mouth kisses along the straining fabric of my briefs, my cock jerking, desperately trying to reach him. His mouth moves up my covered shaft until he reaches the raging red tip, leaking with pre-cum, peeking out over the top of my underwear.
Eyes locked on mine, his pink tongue reaches out and licks at the slit, tongue curling to collect the liquid there. A hum of satisfaction falls from him and I cannot take it anymore. Threading my hands through those white curls that haunt my dreams, I tug him forcefully up to meet my lips.
The hunger is animalistic as his lips crash into mine, tongue and teeth. I grunt and he moans. There is blood in our kiss, I can taste it. I have no idea whose it is, but I lick it up and the metallic tang only drives my need further. I tug him closer, one hand a vice in his hair, the other a steel band around his back as he climbs into my lap, his hips circling, grinding himself against me. The air is sultry, stifling, but hotter still is the blood surging through my veins. Too many clothes keep him from me, but I cannot let go of him to solve the problem, canting my hips up to meet his desperate rhythm.
Our lips part, but only so I can kiss and bite a line of bruises down his neck; in the dim dark corner of my mind I know I may be hurting him, but I can’t stop, the edges of my world are fuzzy and all I know is I need to make him mine.
“Caelan.” His breathless, whining voice cuts through the haze. I can feel his hands pulling at my shirt, sliding beneath to grip at my overheated skin.“More. More, more, more.”His words are a chant, spurring me on.
I tear the neck of his sweater in my desperate attempt to reach more, an angry snarl curling my lip at the clothes in my way. With an impatient growl, Tor works his hands between us and shoves at my chest, pushing us back and into the dirt. I land on my back with a grunt, the wind knocked out of me, but Tor has a satisfied smile on his face, straddled above me, as he rips off his layers at once before falling back onto me, his hands gripping my jaw as he kisses me again, his hips ceaselessly riding.
His tongue fucks my mouth, oxygen suddenly becoming the most overrated thing on the planet. All I need is him, Tor,mine. I reach between us and scramble to undo his pants, with nowhere near the finesse he had, and he releases me to quickly manoeuvre out of his pants. His long, hard, purple cock is leaking furiously on my thigh, his natural lubricant slick between us.
I push up against him with my mouth, forcing him to sit up, and reach behind me to pull off my tee shirt and sweater. Finally, his naked chest is pressed against me and I drop back onto the earth below, taking him with me, his elbows braced on either side of me. The ground is soft and warm, despite the chill of the day. I have no brain capacity to think of anything besides Tor’s naked body sliding against me, my toes digging into the dirt as I writhe beneath him. It is almost too much; I run my hands over his flanks to grip his ass, squeezing his cheeks in rhythm with his hips.
My fingers rub circles over the tight round globes, exposing his hole as they glide further into the crease. Hot whiny noises choke Tor when my fingers finally make contact, circling his rim, pressing gently. His hips jerk frantically when I remove my hand to collect the hot, wet pre-cum dripping between us. I return my finger to his hole, and his hips still now, his lips hovering over mine, breath still in anticipation, as I circle again with my slick finger before pressing it into him.
“Fuuuuuuck…” This time I know for certain whose blood it is. Tor bites my lip, tugging on it as he pushes back against my finger until I am knuckle deep in him. My finger pumps in and out, and he matches the pace, arching his hips to furiously chase his pleasure. My cock is straining between us, aching and desperate, dripping onto the furry patch on my stomach. But I ignore it, too focused on pushing Tor further and further to the edge. I pause for a moment, sliding another finger in to join the first, and Tor mewls in pleasure, the sounds I am pulling from his body fueling the beast-like demand inside of me.
I want more. I want them all.
Capturing his lips again, swallowing the whimpering cries, I drive my fingers into him again and again, pegging his prostate unrelentingly. All too soon I feel his spine straighten; his balls pull tight against my thigh and his ass clenches hardaround my fingers, as jets of hot cum flood my stomach. Tor’s kisses turn sloppy as he rides out his pleasure.
Eventually, his hips still, but his cock remains thick and hard against my thigh as he drags his mouth across my jaw up to my ear.
“My turn.” He takes my earlobe in his teeth, tugging on it none too gently. A guttural sob wracks through me as he kisses his way down my neck and across my pecs. His hot mouth closes over my nipple, his teeth worrying at the pebbled nub while his hand takes the other between his fingers and pinches it sharply, rolling it between his fingers. Pain and pleasure roil together in my guts, shooting down my spine as he works one nipple and then the other.
My fingers and toes dig into the earth beneath me as I claw for purchase and sanity as Tor’s devilish mouth continues its travels down my body, licking, nibbling along the curve of my belly. A pornographic moan vibrates from his throat as he licks up his own cum from me.
“I love your body. I love how strong you are. Your arms. Your thick thighs. How powerful you are. I’m obsessed. You make me feel sosafe. Gods, I love this hairy stomach.” He pauses his words of worship to nuzzle at the softness of my belly. Usually I would feel self-conscious with someone lavishing so much attention to my softness there, but I canfeelthe truth of his words, see the honesty of the drunken lust in his eyes.
Arching my hips, I drag my cock against his smooth stomach, desperately in need of friction. He continues on, biting at my hips, sucking matching bruises either side. Tors big, soft hands stroke down my thighs as he settles on his knees between them. His wings have popped from their sheaths, fluttering frantically in his need.
I peer down my body, chest heaving, splayed before him. He looks like a God, a filthy horny God between my thighs. His beautiful face is dark with desire, smeared with cum and spit, lips kiss-bruised and swollen. Staring at him, the bright silver moonlight and golden glow of the fire casting a glow around him, my chest swells with need, desire andlove.I would follow this man into the abyss and back again. I feel hypnotised by his icy blue eyes, unable to look away, the connection between us pulsating like a golden rope, before Tor’s lips hook intoan indecent smile and he thrusts my knees up to my chest, devouring my cock in one swallow.
“FUCK!” my cry echoes through the Woods, his mouth like ecstasy as he draws it back up the length of my dick, his cheeks hollowing out, his mouth sultry heat around me. Unconsciously, I palm his head, groping senselessly at his curls, my balls drawn tight against me. Tor unleashes a wicked moan, the vibration tingling through my cock to the base of my spine.
I am mindlessly close to coming as he swirls his tongue around the head, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from the angry red tip. After driving me to half-madness with his tongue he removes his mouth from me, and my hips follow, chasing his wicked lips again, but he just laughs and shuffles back, dropping his body to the ground and pressing my legs up further, exposing my hole to his wanton gaze.
“Yes.” Was it his hiss or mine? I don’t know anymore, and I don’t care as he attacks my hole with his mouth, licking and nibbling the rim, softening me until he punches his way inside, fucking me with his tongue.
I have a brief moment of sanity, and almost laugh out loud because, despite threatening to eat him up, he is devouring my hole like a starving man at a feast. But then his tongue plunges inside me and my brain turns to liquid again, only able to focus on him and the things he is doing to my body. The simmering heat in me, around me, the throbbing connection. The pleasure is agony as he slides one finger around the rim, joining his feasting mouth, to press in, stretch me. My hips jerk frantically, pushing against him.
“More, more, more,” I beg, and Tor wordlessly slides another finger in. The stretch burns for only a moment, but in my feverish need, I don’t care. Pleasure, pain, it is all one now.
“Fuck me, please, Tor, please.” The whining sob is pathetic to my own ears, but Tor takes pity on me. Stretching me further, he slides another finger in, all three pumping into my ass, tagging my prostate, but I need more. I need him. I need him to own me. Tor moves up my body; I can see the tension and strain in his face before he takes my mouth in another ravishing kiss. I am consumed by him.
“You want me to fuck you now? Make you mine? Is that what you want, Caelan?” His voice is harsh, hoarse with hunger. I nod my head deliriously, kissing him back, biting at his jaw. I am not proud of the way that I beg, plead, for his cock.
“Yes…Please, Tor, please.Yours.” I claw desperately at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, whining as his fingers slide from inside me. But then, I feel the dripping head of his cock notched against my hole. Tor’s forehead drops to mine, our mouths no longer kissing, seeking, just breathing together as one as he slowly presses inside. His cock is thicker than his fingers and the delicious burn of the stretch sets off a thousand explosions inside me. The beast-like snarling in my brain quiets as he bottoms out and I feel his hips against my ass.
Neither of us moves, too enthralled in the moment, needing time to recenter. My hands grope and massage any skin I can reach. I paw at his richly defined biceps, squeeze the muscles at his sides, stroke the ridges of his spine.
“Caelan, baby, I need…” His breath quivers and his hips give a small thrust, like the restraint of not moving is breaking him. I feel that golden connection between us tug again, and I press my lips against his.
“Take me,” I breathe against his lips, “make me yours.” All control is gone as he withdraws almost completely and then slams back inside.
“Fuck… fuck…” He snaps his hips again and again, mercilessly driving himself into me again and again. My hands continue their seeking and wandering, encouraging his relentless pursuit of our pleasure. Until I reach the base of his wings, and my fingers coast across their slits, toying with the base there. Tor’s hips stutter as I dip my fingers into the soft gash, his breath shuddering with a whimpering moan. I continue to finger his wing slits, and the sensitive flesh, feeling the tremble of his wings as they flutter relentlessly.
