Page 12 of Chased By the Fairy

Cypress didn’t say anything as he led them around the back of the tree where more hollowed-out toys acted as buildings. When the area grew shaded, and Cypress forced them over large roots, worry really started to settle.

“Y-you promised you would take me home.”

So where was Cypress taking him now?

Before he knew it, Cypress shoved him back against a nook where a tree root met the back of a building. It was much quieter away from the pond, and Sorrel looked around to see if there were any sprites who could help him if he needed it.

There were none, and their spot was narrow and hidden.

Sorrel had already shown he wasn’t afraid to fight. However, he didn’t know the way home. He’d trusted Cypress and allowed the charismatic fairy to take him from his home.

“I’m sor–”

“Fuck, you’re beyond pretty,” Cypress rasped, his voice low and husky.

Cypress placed his hands on the sides of Sorrel’s jaw and sharply yanked him closer. Their mouths connected once more, and Sorrel moaned the moment they did, his mind fizzling.

Cypress pressed his broad chest tightly against Sorrel’s slimmer one, his hands slipping in different directions as Sorrel’s arms looped around his neck. Cypress dug one into the tied strands of Sorrel’s long hair, loosening it, as the other brushed down Sorrel’s back before it shoved under his tunic.

His rough palm tenderly touched Sorrel’s abdomen, then his side, before it dipped into the deep vee where his spine ran down his back. It stroked upwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Cypress chose that moment to slip his tongue inside Sorrel’s mouth. He gasped at the new sensation, and how it deepened the intimacy of the kiss, never imagining it could be even more tender.

Cypress grabbed his arse hard with both hands, and a strange groan flittered past Sorrel’s lips. There as a thick and long hardness pressing against his hip from Cypress, but Sorrel could only register how their bodies slipping over his erection made him shove the sensitive head of his cock into Cypress’ hip. He wanted to rock against Cypress when his balls clenched lightly.

Nails digging into Cypress’ shoulders, Sorrel moaned into his mouth as he tried to follow his tongue and tease it with his own. Cypress released a deep expire and kissed him harder, faster, almost as if desperate.

Sorrel didn’t know when his eyes had closed, but he flung them open when the button of his trousers popped. He pulled away, choking on his breaths.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

Cypress shot forward and pressed his lips against the side of his neck, making Sorrel’s back arch when his beard scrapeddeliciously against the sensitive flesh. A shiver rolled through him.

“I can feel you’re hard.” Cypress nipped at the flesh over Sorrel’s jugular before purposefully brushing his rough cheek over his Adam’s apple. Then he nipped at the other side of his throat. “I didn’t want to touch you somewhere others would see.”

A flush of embarrassment heated Sorrel’s cheeks more than his arousal. “You don’t have to do this for me.”

His thoughts derailed when Cypress licked his throat before he sucked on it, just as he shoved his hand into Sorrel’s trousers and cupped his hardened cock. He sucked hard enough to bruise his skin, to mark it.

A shuddering groan broke past Sorrel’s lips when Cypress’ palm stroked over the head, his hips absentmindedly thrusting into the wonderful touch.Why does that feel so good?

Everything about this felt good. Cypress’ broad, firm muscles pressed against his own, and he towered over Sorrel just slightly, taking control of his body – even with Sorrel being hesitant about what he wanted. Cypress’ lips, his breath, his touch, felt wonderful against Sorrel’s throat.

He smelled of basil and lemongrass, and the fresh herbal scent filled Sorrel’s lungs with each inhale. Cypress’ hazelnut hair was fluffy and shielded Sorrel’s sight from the world beyond, telling him to dive his fingers through the soft, wavy strands.

Sorrel wanted this, wanted the way Cypress’ arm was now across his shoulders and holding him tightly. How the man’s hand had dipped further inside to cup all of him, his fingertips grazing his sac like a tease.

“Let me ease you,” Cypress rasped against his neck.

Sorrel’s hands clenched.I want him.But he didn’t want to feel foolish once this was over and he was the only one who held need and yearning.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, trying to stifle the urge to groan as Cypress’ hand wrapped around him. He stroked upwards, squeezing the sensitive head that had revealed itself once his erection was full.

Cypress pulled back his head with a frown marring his features. His eyes were soft as they flickered between his own, seeming to search for the depth of him, of why he was so nervous.

Sorrel flinched when Cypress chuckled at him.

He removed his hand from Sorrel’s trousers to grab the back of his hand, kissing the inside of Sorrel’s wrist. Then, Cypress pulled it down and pressed it against his own pelvis. Sorrel’s head shot down when something hard, long, and thick greeted his palm.

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