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“That’s what you call an apology, brat?” Laughter laces his voice, making me tug at his hair in retaliation. He just winks though. “Look, Theo, I get it. You don’t have to apologise. Really.”
He sighs deeply, like there is a heavy weight on his soul. And I can feel whatever he is about to say ballooning between us. All too late, I try to patch those flimsy shields against all those feelings he draws out of me that I just cannot tame.
“I know you don’t like it when I get all protective of you and your feelings, Theo.” I squirm against him because that is not one hundred-percent true. I like it a little too much, just not when it goes against what I want. He continues, “But I was worried about you. I felt like I was taking advantage of you, and I care too much about you to do that.”
His hand comes up to tuck a curl behind my ear, his fingers following the curve to cup my jaw. I swallow thickly, my heart seizing in my chest. I don’t think I’m even breathing, too scared to ruin the moment with silly things like my need for oxygen.
His eyes watch mine intently, his nostrils flared like he can smell the lust pouring off me. “You deserve the chance to heal, Theo, to explore the world on your own terms. I want us to be friends.”
Friends. A knife slices through me at the pithy word. But, deeper than my initial reaction, I know that maybe he’s right. And maybe being friends with Roan wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Friends withorgasms?” I plaster a cheeky smile on my face and grind my erection into the firm planes of his stomach. It had flagged during our talking but I’m young enough, and Roan is hot enough, that I’m never really more than an errant thought away from a hard cock.
It is almost comical, the way Roan’s emotions play across his face until he finally gives in with a feral groan. With a hard yank I am pressed tight against him as he swims us back to the rocky water edge. His mouth is hard on mine, demanding, and when I part my lips his tongue sweeps inside, dominating, tasting. Claiming. I cling to him as hard as I can, digging my fingers hard into his skin anywhere I can reach, and he swallows every single one of my whimpering cries.
When he tries to peel me from him, I squeal in protest, fighting to keep myself wrapped around him until he laughs, kissing my lips quickly before withdrawing.
“Trust me, Theo.” His whisper is gravelly with need, and I nod mindlessly, not trusting myself to form coherent sentences right now.
Water rushes from my body as Roan lifts me. He doesn’t even strain as he places me delicately on the low slab behind me. The stone is hot under my ass from the heat of the sun, but I barely register it, the cool water lapping at the stone, offering a reprieve from the sting.
Roan hovers in front of me for a moment while he gains steady feet beneath him, his hands stroking my knees, thumbs rubbing wider and wider circles on my inner thighs. Impatience builds within me, waiting for him to take the next step, make the next move, but he seems content stroking my thighs in increasing sweeps.
The wild look in his eyes is almost reverent, taking in every inch of me, tracking the rivulets of water trailing down my now slightly defined stomach, to where they pool at the thick band of my briefs. The hot pink fabric is stark against the creamy white of my skin, no longer sickly but still pale.
Under Roan’s hot gaze, my cock hardens further, reaching the very limits of the fabric. When it twitches, impatient and eager, a rumbling growl vibrates through his chest, and he shoves my knees wide, forcing himself between my thighs. Despite the fierce and wild look in his eye, he still pauses with his hands on the waistband, his eyes finding mine for approval. I bite my lip to keep from screaming at him tohurry upand nod.
There is a ripping sound when he yanks them down and I have to fight him to give me enough room to lift my hips so he can get them past my ass. Finally, my cock is free, slapping my stomach with a hard thwack, leaking a puddle of pre-cum at my belly button. I lean back on my hands, laying myself out for Roan to feast on, but he still takes his time, his hands roaming my body, stroking, worshipping, everywhere but my hard and leaking dick.
His thumbs brush along the sensitive indents of my pelvis, tickling me, and I cry out, pleading with him to please,pleasetouch me. His chuckle is dark, his breathso closeto my high, tight balls. I am so wound up that I am scared that I’ll blow the moment he touches me.
But thankfully I don’t, even though the strain hurts every muscle in my body to hold it together. Even when one of hishands wraps around the base of my dick, pulling it back towards him, into his hot, wet, and utterly incredible mouth. I shout my pleasure sharply, and, somewhere in the trees, creatures call back.
But I do not care, Gods, a corion could slither up and crush me to death and I would die an extremely happy man with Roan’s perfect lips sliding down my considerable length, until I am completely encased in him. A shudder racks my body when he swallows, and a thick pulse of pre-cum spurts from me, threatening to open the floodgates.
He swallows it greedily, sucking his way back up to lavish attention on my weeping head. His free hand moves to stroke me, twisting and jerking me in rhythm with the tight suction on my head.
When his tongue traces the sensitive place under my head, I almost lose it, curling my body around, arching hard into his mouth. My hand dives into his hair, tangling with the long loose strands until I can get a firm grip on the base of his horn.
It isn’t even intentional, I just wanted a good grip, but it unleashes something in Roan, and he doubles his efforts, taking me to the back of his throat with almost punishing intensity, encouraging me with a slap to my thigh and a rough growl to fuck his mouth.
The rough stone scrapes my ass as I undulate my hips the best that I can to take advantage of Roan's offer, chasing my release with wild abandon while jerking off his horn.
My orgasm is right there, like a tidal wave I can’t hold back. I’ve already fought it too long, and so I hook my calf around his back to bring him even closer. I can feel the frantic movements of his muscles in his back as he uses his free hand to stroke himself off.
That he was getting off with me, that the idea of pleasuring me got him hot and desperate, pushes me over the edge. My fingerslock in his hair, the other hand scraping my nails harsh against the rock, clawing my way through my release, body tight as a bow.
“Roan!”The cry of his name falls from my lips in ecstasy, as my cock spurts a stream of cum into him, pulling him to fall into the abyss with me. I watch his eyes flutter, the almost pained look on his handsome face when he comes making my cock twitch again in his mouth.
He groans again, pulling his mouth off my over-sensitive dick, and, with a move that my orgasm-addled brain can’t keep up with, he pushes his way out of the water, up and over me, pressing me back onto the stone with an animalistic kiss. Even in his frenzy he protects me, his hand pillowing my head against the hard surface.
He kisses me as if his very life depends on it, and I can taste my release on his tongue. After devouring my lips until they are tender and swollen, he pulls back with a grunt, kissing and biting his way along my jaw, his hips still grinding against my thigh despite coming only moments ago, just seeking the pleasure, the friction. He kisses the juncture of my neck where my heartbeat throbs frantically. Once there, he loses even more composure, until he is sucking a hard bite against my soft flesh.
Pleasure and pain combine, shooting a thousand tiny sparks of fire throughout my body, and I arch up into him, my cock already hard and ready to go again, my breath in hard whiny pants.
But instead he pulls back, gentling his kisses, licking and teasing at the bruise. Finally he stops, and I think it will kill me when he brushes his nose delicately back up my neck to place a delicate kiss on my lips.
The silence is deafening between us as we attempt to gather ourselves. Vaguely, I’m conscious that I have no idea where my underwear is, but that seems like a later problem because Roan’shand has dropped between us, right next to mine, and he has hooked his pinky finger over mine, completely decimating those fragile barriers I had attempted earlier in the water. My heart melts, and I tuck my finger more securely around his. But, not being one to let a beautiful moment pass without making a comment, I turn my head to smile at him.
