Page 163 of A Soul to Steal

Gideon’s expression softened. “I remember a few things.” When Aleron’s grip tightened on him with a whimper, he quickly added, “But not a lot. Just enough.”

For a long while, they remained unmoving; Aleron refused to let go, and Gideon willingly stayed.

He knows what it means and yet... he touched me, pressed his lips to me.Aleron wanted it to mean exactly what he hoped it did. That this male... wanted him, in the same way he desperately, achingly, needed him in return.

His heart gave out, his pulse stuttering, when Gideon seemed to sense what Aleron silently pleaded.Please... touch me, want me.He crawled back over and placed himself exactly where he’d been just seconds before.

Aleron tensed once more, but this time with nervous anticipation, rather than cold apprehension. His blood boiled when Gideon tentatively placed his palms against Aleron’s chest, then dug his fingertips into his fur. The long-awaited sensation caused him to shiver in delight. His lips quirked, then he leaned forward and pressed them to one of Aleron’s two longest fangs, not seeming to be put off or wary of them.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” Gideon whispered, slipping one hand around his neck again, while the other traced down his abdomen. “And your breaths are short. You sound very excited for me to touch you here.”

Gideon cupped the back of Aleron’s knuckles where he held back his engorged cock, which was threatening to shove through his seam and knock his hand away.

Leaning forward so his lips were near Aleron’s jaw, this seductive little human whispered right near his ear, “I need you to let go if you want me to touch you, Aleron.”

Aleron bit back a groan as he lightly shuddered under the weight of his irresistible lure.

For the briefest of seconds, he wondered why Gideon suddenly wanted to be intimate with him. That was only until he realised he didn’tfuckingcare, only that his bride was the one asking for it. His reasons didn’t matter, whether they be pure or malicious, so long as he was allowed a taste of his little spring.

He often thought of him as a beautiful meadow. However, currently he was a spring of water, slowly eroding away the trepidation of Aleron’s worries like rock and earth. If he allowed it, he’d let this human turn into violent, frothing rapids and drown him.

But Aleron knew he’d go willingly, even if it suffocated him.

Unlatching his claws, he parted his fangs in relief when the hard pressure finally escaped him... right into Gideon’s awaiting soft palm. Gideon encompassed the head, fully greeting him, and all tension bled out of him.

I want to hold him.That should be allowed, right? All things considered.

Aleron had just enough sense to sheath his claws before he dug his fingers into the smooth, soft skin of Gideon’s back at the merest explorative graze he received. Upon his chest, he felt Gideon turn his gaze downwards, and knowing he was watching himself stroke Aleron’s throbbing cock caused it to swell.

Aleron buried the end of his snout against the crook of his neck to sniff him, pleased when Gideon tilted his head slightly to give him more surface. The urge to lick pestered Aleron, but once he started, he doubted he’d stop.

“It really is purple,” he uttered quietly, surprise rasping his voice.

Quaking with need, Aleron allowed his thoughts to grow quiet as he gave himself over to the little exploring hand. He let his bride do whatever he wanted to Aleron, and say whatever he needed to ensure he kept stroking.

He is touching me...And already it felt wonderful.

Aleron also took the freedom while it was available and traced down Gideon’s entire back so his claws and callouses could tickle him. His back bowed, his muscles flexing, and Aleron rumbled with satisfaction when Gideon let out a sharp breath. Gideon lifted his head, and Aleron brushed the side of his jaw against his, so the male’s stubble could scratch at the bone of his skull.

As soon as Aleron began nuzzling him affectionately, he lost the ability to cease. All he could do was nuzzle and thoughtlessly let his hands roam, his mind focused on the long-awaited sensations overwhelming him.

The strengthening strokes of two hands going up and down his cock, as they slowly began to squeeze with tightening pressure. The feel of Gideon’s facial hair, his breaths rolling down the side of his skull, and the way his skin felt under Aleron’s touch starved fingertips.

His shaft swelled, like he was rapidly drawing closer to bliss. Too quickly, but it’d been so long.

Yet a heavy weight laid over his subconscious, one where he didn’t wish to be... alone in this need. Aleron tried to look between them. Gideon’s shoulder and his own cock-blocked his view to see if the male was hard as well.

In his peripheral, he noted Gideon’s ears had reddened. Just as Aleron brushed one of his hands around the human’s side and descended, following the line of his body to Aleron’s destination, his eyes averted to the forest. Gideon’s hands upon his cock slowed, and even softened the lower Aleron went.

Right before Aleron could brush past his navel, Gideon leant back slightly as if to escape. Aleron halted, desire thickening in his mind, but worry nibbling at it.Does he not want me to touch him?

It was too late for Aleron; his cock was hard, freed, and swollen with arousal. He needed release, even if he had to achieve it himself. He just... would have preferred to pleasure his bride in return.

“Since you seem to really like this, I, uh, have an idea.” Then Gideon stopped moving altogether before releasing him. “Could you sit on the edge of the pool?”

He grabbed one of his bride’s hands and placed it back against the side of his ache. “Do not stop,” Aleron pleaded, nudging the tip of his snout against his temple encouragingly. “I will not touch, if that is what you want.”

“I’m not stopping.” He bit at his bottom lip, before the high arches of his cheeks seemed to pinken. “I just... want to try something.”

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