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So caught up in the moment and the feel of his handseverywhere,it takes too long to realise that it isn’t just his hands stroking me. His magic, those tendrils from earlier, are everywhere, stroking me, teasing my flesh, driving me insane. I can feel the flush heating my body as my orgasm builds, his cock driving relentlessly against my prostate. My thighs burn, and my body aches with pressure building inside me.
Leaning forward, I grab hold of his horns, stroking the base in the way that I know drives him wild, while I devour his mouth, trying to offload some of this feeling. But Roan is relentless, raising his hips to drive into me harder, shifting his hand between us to grip my cock in his hand. One pump, two, that’s all it takes, and I’m crying out in the dark of the night against his lips, my come slick and hot between us.
“Fucking finally.” I can feel his growl as his forehead presses hard to mine, pinning my face to his with one hand pulling hard at my hair as he cries out silently, punching his hips up one last time. His cock jerks hard inside me, swelling and throbbing as his release pulses.
Our breathing is loud and harsh, the rise and fall of Roan’s chest, the pounding beat of his heart is like a calming sea beneath me, my chest pressed against his, squishing my cum between us. It gives me a strange sort of satisfaction, like I have marked him as he’s marked me, because he has.
It feels like I’m branded,Roan’s, body and spirit. His fingers drift lazily up and down my spine, soothing the electric sizzle left there.
Vaguely, I’m aware I should say something, but in the afterglow I can’t seem to find the words, too content to bask in the rightness of it all, draped over him, soaking up his steady,calming essence. Thankfully, Roan feels the same, only moving to press a kiss to the crown of my head, once, twice.
Sleep creeps in the edges of our bubble, the dark reaching its peak, just before the light returns for the day. Too exhausted and satiated to fight, I let Roan’s hands and the cocoon we’ve built around us soothe me to sleep.
Roan
There is something different,and in my hazy half asleep state I can’t seem to summon the brain power to put my finger on it. Then the heavy weight on my arm shifts and rolls—Theo.
He’s exactly where he should be, pressing every inch of his body against me like he’s trying to climb inside me, just as he is every morning. Tensing my arm to keep him against me, I shift and roll to my side, easing the ache in my back and shoulder.
Sleepy grumbles of protest huff from his still-sleeping self as he rolls onto his other side to tuck his back against my chest and his ass firmly against my morning wood. He’s not satisfied until he rearranges my arm to wrap around him and my thigh dips naturally across his to keep him pinned to me. When I am completely surrounding him, he sighs contentedly and slips back off into a deeper sleep.
Unable to resist, I bend to kiss the haphazard mess of his copper curls, and shuffle myself so I can tuck my other arm under the pillow to cradle our heads.The pillow is different. Likea moron I finally click that we’re not at home in Theo’s room at the tavern after going out last night.
And fucking on the balcony this morning.
My already half-hard dick swells to aching in a heartbeat with the memory of the absolute feral need that had overtaken us last night. It was hot as fuck, the way he had surrendered. The taste of him, the way he cried out as I’d eaten his ass out in the dark of the night.
But even better was thatlook, the one that said everything we had been too scared to voice over these past months. And then, the way he had taken me, ridden me, the feeling of him coming around my cock.
I would say that I could die happy knowing what it finally felt like to be inside him, but I am a greedy, greedy man when it comes to Theo, and I want to feel that infinitely more times in this life. There will never be enough of him. Of us.
With my cock prodding its way between his cheeks, my hips grinding and seeking at the memories of only last night —or more accurately, this morning, since I have no idea how long it’s been since he passed out in exhaustion and I carried him inside—Theo wakes again, thrusting his own hips back until my dick makes contact with his sensitive hole. His sharp hiss stills my movements, my hips pulling back sharply, putting distance between him and my horny, unthinking dick.
“I didn’t say stop.” He grumbles, his voice still thick and slurred from sleep. His hand flops back, blindly groping to find me and drag me back to him. When he fails abysmally, prodding at the blankets a couple of times before giving up, he struggles to roll over to face me under the weight of my arm still pinning him, blearily opening his eyes to glare at me.
The bright light streaming through the shitty hotel blinds must be harsh in his face.
“Nrgh. What time is it?” A grimace comes over his perfect face as he cops a whiff of our stale, post-night out dancing selves. “Never mind that, we need a shower. And coffee.”
He looks adorable, so confused and put out, like a grumpy ginger cat, shoving at the blankets and my arm so he can sit and leave the bed.
Laughing, I refuse to let him, instead moving quickly to cover his body with mine, pinning him with my weight. Capturing his wrists loosely in one hand, I hold them to the pillows above his head. He blinks up at me a few times like he is unable to comprehend how he got in this position.
Love, pure and unabashed, complete and ferocious, overwhelms me. I drop a soft feathery kiss to his nose and then to his cheeks, still covered in glitter. I brush lightly over his makeup-smudged eyes as they flutter shut and his forehead as a soft sigh breathes from those perfect lips.
I wait for his eyes to open, to look at me, so he can see the sincerity in my face, and my teeth worry at my lip for the several heartbeats that it takes for his gold and brown eyes to meet mine.
“Theo” My stomach swoops and drops at the soft look that fills his eyes when I say his name. “I love you.”
Beneath me, his body tenses, and his eyes flare wide. Dread instantly replaces the soft and loving feelings, dousing their warmth like ice. I start to pull back, withdraw from towering over him, release his hands, but he senses the movement, clasping my restraining hand in both of his in a vice-like grip and raising his legs to wrap around me like steel bands.
An unseen force, shimmering like magic, aids his hold of me, pressing my body down further against him. I can feel the weight of it against my back, but I can’t understand where it’s coming from. It’s certainly not from me. In the back of my mind, the memory of the zap of power from Theo in the club flags, but Ishove it aside, too concerned with the fierce stare being thrown my way.
“You didnotjust declare your love for me while we are all festy and crusty from last night did you? Are youkidding me?!”
He nearly shrieks that last part, and I am not sure whether to laugh or be relieved. His glare, and the pressure on my back and his legs is a pretty big give away that laughing won’t do me any favours. A hot flush rises to my cheeks, my lips hooking into what I hope is an apologetic smile. Hoping, because I’m not apologetic at all.
I drop my forehead so our noses brush, and then I capture his lips in mine. He opens for me instantly, his body softening, relaxing, allowing me to sink into him, my tongue licking into his mouth to plunder as I will. I swallow the soft little moans like the victories they are.
