Page 22 of The Hummingbird’s Gift

At last, Ro lost even the ability to form words, moaning and whimpering without meaning. This was what he’d been waiting for.

“Now, Ro, come now.” He took Ro’s tip into his mouth to suck, clawed into his thigh, and gave one nipple a sharp twist.

Ro screamed as the thick, bitter liquid shot from his cock. Tier let it dribble from his mouth. He wanted it all over both of them. He wanted to be able to smell Ro in his pores.

The moment he was done, Ro reached up and dragged Tier down on top of him, holding him close while shivers racked his body.

Tier ground his painfully hard cock against Ro’s softening one, extending Ro’s pleasure and then continuing past it to where he knew it must be uncomfortable. Ro just clung tighter, wrapping his thick, heavy legs around Tier’s back.

Tier was aching to come, but giving Ro what he needed came first. He kissed over Ro’s face, whispering in his ear. “So beautiful, sweetheart. My lovely heart-singer.”

Tier felt his throat warm as Ro sent a message to him. It was a single word, just his name. Tier. But the ecstasy and adoration that clung to it reached down to his toes. It felt completely different from the emotions broadcast by most heart-singers, a separate thought from Ro that he was invited to share rather than an outside emotion that took over his own.

It was all the more precious because of that. The feeling only intensified, as Ro held a new word in its place. Want. It felt like a hundred hands gripping and stroking his body, like a soft, tight mouth suckling his dick. He’d only dreamed that Ro might feel this way about him, and now he could feel it deep in his bones.

Tier was already so close, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. He came, thrusting against Ro’s sticky, soft cock, which somehow made it even better. He arched back his head, overpowered by their shared ecstasy, then bit into Ro’s muscular shoulder.

The word Ro projected changed with that bite, but the feelings continued to grow. Pleasure washed through him, singing through his muscles and bones.

The word was love.