Page 87 of A Soul to Steal

Was Gideon talking about him or his dick, or both? Because right then, they were the same, his heart and it aching in unison.

Aleron’s stomach dipped, clenching hard, and his cock threatened to disintegrate in bliss when the little human gave him a stroke. He greeted Aleron so readily that his mind dazed as tenderness flooded him.

Yet Gideon pulled away... thankfully, only to undo the buttons of his pants.

Aleron didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the waistband once more and tore the pants down, accidentally shredding them with his claws. A snarl tore free – another fucking barrier! The human wore some kind of undershorts.

Enough! No more. I wish to see.

Gideon burst into a fit of laughter when Aleron tore those away too. It died swiftly as Aleron tilted his skull and looked down his body.

Although he’d seen Gideon’s cock, he’d been distracted last time. He also hadn’t been fully unclothed, and Aleron took in his fill of Gideon, letting his sight learn.

He patted the white raised scars spanning across Gideon’s entire torso in a double strike – a cross pattern of claw marks.This is how he died.He caressed them, hating them because of the pain and fear he must have suffered, but cherishing them because they brought him to Aleron.

Gideon’s shoulders were broad, his chest plump with muscles and dusted in hair, and his waist narrow. Although they were very subtle, and barely noticeable, muscles contracted down his stomach. Seeing the dip of his navel, then gazing lower, hehadn’t realised the deep vee of someone’s hip bones could be so... erotic, or that they’d lead to such a wonderful place.

A thin, fuzzy trail travelled down the middle of his abdomen to greet his pelvis. Dark hair covered the base of his shaft and what seemed to be some kind of hanging sac.

Sheathing his claws, remembering how the male had reacted when he’d gripped too hard last time and what he’d called them, Aleron gently lifted hisballs. They were firmer than he expected, and they moved freely under his touch. Gideon’s dick jerked, and when Aleron fully gripped them, even stroking them with his thumb, it pulsed a second time.

He is different to me,Aleron thought, caressing his finger pads up the side of his shaft.

It wasn’t as thick as he was, not as long, and lacked any purple colouring. The head was partially shielded by skin, while the pale-pink tip peeked out. When Aleron gripped him, nearly swallowing the entire length of it in his big fist, and stroked, more of the pink head became visible.

He placed his other hand upon Gideon’s knee and drew it up his hair-dusted thigh. It gave him the response that he wanted, for his legs to twitch and part so Aleron could have more freedom to touch.

“I think it would be better if you go to your back,” Gideon said after a long while.

Aleron realised then that Gideon had been giving him time to explore his body.

“Why?” He wasn’t too fond of being on his back, considering his wings often got in the way and could be uncomfortable to lie upon.

“Because it’s best if I take control for our first time.” Gideon’s eyes slipped to the jutting erection coming from between Aleron’s hips, and the tentacles that lightly squirmed to hold onto something. “You’re much bigger than me, in every sense. I’d rather neither one of us hurt the other if possible.”

Aleron huffed at that, but couldn’t deny his logic.

He trusted in Gideon more than himself.

He dipped to the side, flared his right wing, then rolled to his back while flaring his left. He had to wiggle so he could open his wings slightly, the elbow joints of them bent above his head. His skull was forced forward due to the ends of his horns digging into the ground.

He didn’t mind, not when it meant he’d always be focused on Gideon.

He expected Gideon to straddle him like that female he’d seen, but he shoved his knee between Aleron’s thighs, forcing them open instead. Gideon knelt on his long tail feathers, but his weight was light enough that it didn’t bother Aleron.

Due to their difference in size, the tip of his purple cock was close to the human’s pretty mouth. Could he be licked? Considering how his tongue felt against Aleron’s, he thought he might like the feeling of it slipping over the sensitive tip.

Disappointment filled him when Gideon leaned back, but that was quickly overshadowed when both his hands gripped Aleron’s cock. He subtly thrust when Gideon stroked the first quarter. His joints locked, and his sight deepened in its purple hue at watching Gideon’s overlapping fingers play with his girth and length.

Aleron’s muscles spasmed when his thumbs played right behind the head, each one taking turns slipping into the deep groove.

Then Gideon dipped a hand into his tentacles, as if exploring their depths. He cupped somewhere sensitive, two ovals embedded into the base of Aleron’s cock, and a hiss burst out of him as he thrust hard.

Gideon tried to touch lower, leaning back in search of something.

“Damnit,” the male bit out, pulling his hand away from Aleron’s tentacles despite their persistence in latching on. He touched lower, outside his tentacles, but nothing happened. “You really don’t... There’s nowhere for me to enter you.”

Even though his sight remained its lustful shade, disappointment seeped into his chest. “Does that mean we cannot... fuck?”

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