Page 54 of A Soul to Steal

The tips of his ears were redder than they’d been before, and Aleron’s sight darkened in its purple hue. The urge to pet them with his tongue again pestered him.

Instead, he looked down as well.

His cock jutted between them as a purple throbbing pole of arousal. The top two tentacles had looped around its girth, while the others wriggled to search for something to hold on to.

With its current engorged state, he doubted that it would go back inside him. Whenever it stiffened within him slowly, it sometimes, thankfully, got caught and stuck behind his seam. This time, however, he’d grown hard very fast. Even now he could tell the pressure of it wouldn’t fit.

“It will not go back inside like this,” he admitted, since last time it’d needed to soften before it would pull inwards.

“Cover yourself with a wing then?”

He didn’t like that Gideon wouldn’t look upon his skull and would rather stare off into the empty space to the left. But it seemed he didn’t wish to look upon Weldir either.

“Why must I hide it?” Aleron asked, tilting his head.

“Because he knows I’d rather not see it,” Weldir butted in, making his fur stand on end.

He wished the spirit of the void would get lost.

Fine. At least the problem was entirely because of his presence, and not because Gideon didn’t want to see it.

He wrapped his wing forward, but also brought Gideon into it as well to shield him. With his back against Aleron’s chest, he held Gideon tightly, even when the human stiffened from his hardened shaft slipping against his spine.

Just the simple contact had his hips giving a singular thrust. Gideon’s back felt so good against him, he considered squeezing them tightly together and pumping his shaft.

“What do you want, Weldir?” Aleron snapped, instead.

Maybe if he got rid of him quickly, they could resume their intimate touching.

With his arms still crossed over his chest, he lifted his head back superiorly. Despite all of him being visible, the misty cloud of his form made it difficult to truly perceive his minor details. Sometimes it’d thicken where there was movement, like how his lips thinned or his eyes twitched.

“I never expected anyone to come here,” Weldir stated, his face angling in the direction of the tunnel behind them. “How far did you go?”

“Not far,” Gideon quickly butted in before Aleron could speak.

Weldir’s eyes squinted mistrustfully. In all the time Aleron had been within Tenebris, Weldir had never been this... standoffish. He was actually rather playful with him.

“Then why am I catching such unsightly behaviour within my personal tunnels?”

Gideon shrugged in his arms. “Our conversation got a little heated, and the lights were distracting. Shit happens?”

Why is he lying?

“But–”

Before Aleron could state otherwise, he choked off his words in surprise when Gideon threw his elbow behind him and straight into his gut.

“Shut up,” Gideon quietly hissed.

A few tense moments passed. Weldir sighed as he relaxed his arms before shaking his head. “Follow,” he demanded, spinning around to head towards the exit.

Neither of them moved.

“Fucking hell,” Gideon eventually stated with an exasperated sigh, his head leaning to the side. “I can’t believe we were just cock-blocked.”

“I do not wish to stop.” Aleron leaned down to draw his tongue over Gideon’s nape until he licked over the side of his throat. Then he reached down to cup Gideon’s groin, disappointed that his cock had deflated.

His little human hissed through his teeth and flinched with his knees turning inward. “Shit. Don’t grip my balls so hard.”

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