He tugs on my piercings, all of them, and my breath comes out in a hiss. The sensations rush through me, collide, and intensify.
Shadows glide, coalesce, and Dis forms. In front of me this time. Delight zings through me as I look up at him.
His arms move, but whatever he has in mind, I have a better idea.
With a grin, I drop to my knees. His eyes swirl cobalt.
I reach for his fly, and find buttons. A pleased chuckle bubbles out of me. I’m glad not to have found some weird, fancy Shadow Realm fastenings. I know how to handlethese. And I’m also glad he has exceptional taste. Buttons are sophisticated. That’s why I choose them.
With great grace and agility, I undo his fly while staring up at him with my best sultry look.
The air around me thickens. Hums. Heats. The atmosphere takes on a syrupy quality.
My smirk intensifies. He’s down so bad. For me. It’s fantastic and incredible and a little overwhelming if I think about it too hard, which I’m not doing because I’ve just freed a truly magnificent cock.
I stare at it for a moment. It’s hard. And big. Begging to be touched. I’m barely registering that it’s formed of condensed shadows. That doesn’t seem significant. It’s Dis’s cock. Hard for me when I haven’t even touched him yet. That’s the only thing that’s relevant.
I don’t want him because he’s a monster, I want him because he is Dis.
I’m drooling now. So turned on, it’s unreal. I need to taste, lick, and savour Dis’s cock. Need it like I need oxygen and a beating heart.
But I’ve been blessed with another fantastic idea, and the futon is already in its bed configuration. Perfect.
“I have an idea!” I blurt. “Lie on the futon, on your side.”
Dis doesn’t swirl. He’s simply in front of me one second, and lying on the futon the next. As if he was so eager to move he couldn’t be bothered with physics.
It’s really fucking sexy.
So keen to obey me, he bent time and distance. I can just tell that this knowledge is going to permanently alter my brain chemistry when I reflect on it later. But right now, Ihave a gorgeous man lying on a futon needing his gorgeous cock sucked.
I move, not as supernaturally quick as him, but still not bad for a human. I’m on the futon next to him in no time at all. Lying down with my face next to his cock, and my cock next to his.
Dis growls in appreciation.
“Um… this is called a sixty-nine,” I say, and I have no idea why I’ve slipped into commentary.
“I highly approve of this human custom,” says Dis.
Then he moves.
Tight, wet heat envelops my cock from tip to root. No warning. No build up. Just zero, to being deep-throated, in the blink of an eye.
My lungs stutter. A gurgle twists in my throat. My spine contorts. My toes curl.
Fucking hell.
Dis sucks like his life depends on it, and my vision whites out and brain cells fizz.
Oh my god. This is supposed to be a sixty-nine. I’m supposed to be the more experienced one. This is no time to go all pillow princess.
I move my head forward and wrap my lips around his cock. I whimper around it as he does something with his tongue that I absolutely have to add to my repertoire.
Concentrate, Felix, you can do this.
I take him deeper. Cushioning the surprisingly warm weight of him on my tongue. He tastes good. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. Lightning and winter nights. Galaxies and ocean depths.
It’s exquisite. Heady. A pleasure all of its own.
