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Such thoughts were impossible.
I closed my eyes as the dripping of fresh juice spilt upon my length. Arlo had slithered downward in the bed, gripping onto the base of my cock to steady himself as he squeezed the fruit in his other fist.
If I watched him, I feared I would race towards the end before I could stop myself, for I felt the urgency building in the pit of my stomach as though a flock of birds prepared to take flight.
Arlo wrapped his warmth around the tip he held carefully in his grasp. I could not comprehend the sound that burst from my very soul as he twisted his tongue in soft, yet frantic circles. His hand moved in tandem. He sucked the juices from my flesh with burning desire.
It became impossible to control myself. I raised my hips, forcing myself deeper into Arlo’s throat. He pushed me back down. The sound he made as he struggled on my length had my blood burning me from the inside out.
As much as I desired to give into his pleasure and relieve myself, I would not. This was not like the carriage ride where he had taken me into his mouth and swallowed everything I gave him. This would be longer. More controlled. Arlo had ways of seeing me pleased, but I wanted nothing more than to tear him from me, twist him upon the bed, and bury myself in him until my hips slapped against his ass.
I could not wait another moment.
Gripping Arlo’s head by his hair, I pulled him from my cock. His wet mouth made a popping sound as it came free. The look of surprise and thrill painted across his face was an image I never wished to forget.
My mouth crashed into his. Sweetness burst across my tongue. My fingers wove deeper into his hair until they brushed across his scalp with urgency.
“I am going to take you,” I growled into his lips, coming away for breath. “Completely.”
My shadows did not need to gather to hide us from sight this time. There were no crowds to watch or Joining ceremonies to defile. I left the shadows alone, allowing our moans to join the thundering rumble of a storm that sang within the darkening skies beyond the room. It was Arlo and me. We were all that mattered in my mind. Not the crown. Not Claria or my family.
“Faenir.” Arlo spoke my name as though it was the most beautiful thing in the world. “I was wondering how long I could make you last before you would have me bent over so you could ruin me.”
“Ruin you?” I chuckled. Arlo shivered. My cock throbbed. “When I am finished, you will feel remade. Unless you wish for me to destroy you instead?”
“Make me, destroy me. Whatever you decide, do it now.”
Arlo turned himself around, lowered his belly down on the bed and kept his knees raised until all I could see was his ass. He presented himself to me, smooth curves of flesh gave way to the light pink star of his centre.
My fingers lifted to my lips. I spat. Once. Twice. Arlo peered over his shoulder, stare narrowed with taunting lust, as he watched me lower my hand to his centre. Arlo’s eyes rolled back into his head as I slowly entered my finger into him. His groan was my guide, telling me if it was hurting or not. From the way he bit down on his lip and the way his hands pulled the sheets into fists, he enjoyed it. I did not stop until it was completely inside.
“More,” he begged, voice muffled by the sheets. “Give me all of you.”
“Soon.” The sharpness of my tone surprised me. I wanted this to last. For hours, days or more.
My arms ached, but that did not deter the way I slipped my finger in and out. Arlo loved it. His moans revealed as much. I was able to include another finger which I spat down upon for more ease.
It did not take long for the desire to replace my finger with my cock to overwhelm me. Arlo called out with glee as I pressed the head of my cock to his centre and forced it within. Arlo threw himself back onto my length with a need for pleasure. I gripped his thighs to keep myself upright as I was lost in the tight embrace of his ass. When he grew tired, I began thrusting, pulling out almost completely before thrusting myself back into him.
If I finally gave into death that I had staved off, I would have done so happily. This feeling was divinity. Complete, intoxicating lust that fuelled me with more energy than I could have deemed possible.
I leaned over Arlo for support, still pounding into him although my body was tired and my hair damp with sweat. I spared a hand for him, reaching beneath his hips and gripping his own length. It was selfish for me not to. For a moment I could not find the rhythm of my fucking and my wrist, but as soon as I did our breathing entwined and we raced towards the cliff’s edge of pleasure.
There was no understanding of how long we did this for. In another time I would have wished to pick him up and explore other positions but sensing his building pleasure in tandem with my own, I knew we would not last.
Pleasure should be enjoyed, not prolonged. It was for the here and now.
“Faenir, keep doing it.”
A growl erupted from me. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” Arlo spluttered through harsh, heavy breaths, “Yes.”
I could not answer that I too was almost at the end.
My pace intensified, both my wrist and my hips worked faster. Light flashed through my mind, fire boiled in my chest, and the entire world cracked open at the moment we both broke through the sex as one combined soul.
There was nothing to spoil the moment of peace that followed, not as Arlo fell onto his side, drawing me down onto the bed with him. I curled my damp limbs around his body. Arlo panted in my embrace, trembling hands holding onto mine as I wrapped them around his chest.
