Page 93 of In Your Light

“No, no,” Hadeom said quickly. He reached up and stroked Fyn’s left horn. “Keep them. I love it. You’re so hot like this.”

Fyn laughed and collapsed his full weight on Hadeom. “I didn’t even realise. I just thought my head was heavy. My mind is all fuzzy.”

Hadeom chuckled and began to draw lazy circles on Fyn’s back. “So, how was your first time with a man?”

Fyn chuckled. “My body is floating right now.” He managed to lift his head so he could look into Hadeom’s eyes. “And how was your first time in a long time?”

“Hot.” His cheeks stained pink and he licked his lips. “I tried not to come so fast, but it felt too good.” He stroked Fyn’s cheek, his horn. “You feel so right to me.”

Fyn kissed him softly. “You feel so right to me too.”

He rolled his hips and groaned. “I’d forgotten what desire and need feel like,” he murmured. “God, Fyn, you’re still so hard.”

“I can come many times,” Fyn said with a shrug. “I think it’s a faun thing.”

“Oh god.” Hadeom moaned low in his throat, and his eyes darkened. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispered. “I sound desperate. I am desperate. I haven’t felt this in so long, Fyn. But I need you inside me. Can you do that? I’ll teach you. I’ll⁠—”

Fyn’s cock pulsed at the thought of it. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” He crushed his mouth to Hadeom’s, tangling their tongues, and Hadeom’s fingers dug into Fyn’s back as they kissed and began to rock into each other once again.

Hadeom broke their kiss, gasping for breath. “We’ll need something,” he said. “Oil or something...”

Fyn pulled back. “Is that what Sawyer meant? About the oil?”

Hadeom snorted. “Yes.”

“So he assumed...”

“He wasn’t wrong.”

Fyn wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed about that.

Hadeom pecked his lips with a sweet kiss. “Go and get the cooking oil. And get fully undressed.”

“Okay.” Fyn pecked him back before jumping up to his feet and dashing into the kitchen. He found the small bottle of oil that someone had gifted him, and when he came back into the living room, what he saw made him stop.

Hadeom was naked now, his clothes in a pile by the mattress. He was kneeling, knees apart, his cock hanging half hard, his pale skin was shimmering orange and red from the fire.

He was waiting.

Fyn’s body itched to do a full shift, but he fought against it. His animal instincts were desperate to take over, so he closed his eyes and tried to make them simmer under his skin.

Hadeom leaned back on his haunches. “What’s wrong?”

Fyn let out a shuddering breath. “My body is trying to morph,” he said, though talking about morphing didn’t help his fight. He still had his horns, but he wanted the rest of him to be in human form to match Hadeom being in his.

Hadeom groaned as he began to stroke himself. “No, Fyn. Don’t fight it. Be your true self. I want the real you to fuck me. You said your animal instincts will know what to do, and I want that.”

It was all the permission he needed. He shook himself, and his feet were now hooves, his legs fur-covered, though his naked torso remained human, and his horns, of course. And then there was his very hard, very eager cock.

Fyn supposed it looked almost human, if Hadeom’s was anything to go by. The only other non-faun he’d seen naked was Ciaran, though he’d tried not to look. But given Fyn had never been intimate with anyone before Hadeom, he was not overly familiar with non-faun anatomy.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Hadeom said. He stroked his cock as his dark eyes drank in Fyn’s naked body. “You’re so beautiful, Fyn.”

“And so are you,” he replied. Fyn had never seen anything so beautiful. “I’m torn between wanting to watch you and wanting to touch you.”

Hadeom smirked, still stroking himself. “What is your animal instinct telling you to do?”

Fyn’s nostrils flared because what he wanted to do probably wasn’t very polite. “What I want to do...”