Page 65 of Green Ravens

He rolled them until he was on top of Zorion, smothering him with all his weight and pressing him into the thick grass.

The scent of wildflowers and damp soil filled his nostrils as Zorion wrapped his strong legs around his waist.

“Why do you feel so fuckin’ good?” Zorion writhed until their hardened cocks aligned.

“Shit.” Valor gripped Zorion’s hips, taking over his movements, making him grind into him harder.

Zorion stared up at him as if trying to conjure a memory of the two of them.

He kept one hand on Zorion’s hip and used the other to clutch the back of his neck. His hold was possessive, but he didn’t want to completely dominate Zorion.

“Do you wanna kiss me?” he asked breathlessly.

Zorion raised his head and brushed his lips along his.

The kiss was gentle as he slid his hand up until he cupped Zorion’s cheek. The rumbling in his chest grew louder.

The kiss deepened, unhurried and warm, as Valor savored the closeness.

Zorion turned them and straddled his hips. He intertwined their fingers and pinned Valor’s arms over his head.

Valor grunted, bucking his hips, his moans of bliss floating on the breeze.

Valor chuckled into Zorion’s mouth. “You like the feel of restraining me.”

Zorion smiled against his cheek. “Maybe a little.”

“I don’t mind,” Valor confessed, biting and sucking Zorion’s throat passionately, careful not to leave marks.

He found his lips again, and they moved against each other, sexy and steady, each suck and lick full of tenderness.

Zorion slid his hand down Valor’s body until he palmed his dick. Valor thrust upward, needing more, gritting his teeth at the craving and yearning that were so strong it made his muscles tense.

“I want this, Val,” Zorion moaned.

“You can have whatever you want of me.”

Valor’s heart soared at how the nickname just rolled right off Zorion’s tongue. He swallowed hard as Zorion squirmed down his body like a snake until his mouth hovered over his dick.

Yes, yes, fuck, yes.

Zorion gazed up at him as he tugged Valor’s sweats to his shins.

He stared into the depths of those beautiful eyes and time seemed to blur.

Images danced across his vision like a distant dream.

Valor could see flashes of Zorion’s face, the edges of the picture distorted and faint. But it was him, and they were in a wooded area where there was a lot of water.

Valor dropped his head back when wet heat wrapped around the head of his cock.

Instead of grasping for parts of his past, he cupped Zorion’s scarred cheek and stayed in the present.

Zorion bobbed up and down on his length like a pro. He must’ve been a gay man before the Ravens stole his identity—and was using muscle memory—because he was too fucking good at this.

Valor’s balls tightened and his ab muscles contracted. He was about to come embarrassingly fast.

Zorion added his hands. One under his sac, close to his hole, and the other jerking him in time with his sucking.

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