Page 13 of Chased By the Fairy

He’s hard too.He truly did feel Cypress hard against him earlier. Sorrel gave him a tentative squeeze. The man’s freckled nose bunched in reaction, and his wings fluttered lightly.

“I have wanted to touch you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Sorrel lifted his hand slightly, and it revealed the bulge he was cupping, and the fact Cypress had freed Sorrel’s cock. Cypress then undid the button of his pants and freed his own.

Sorrel’s eyes bowed in need at the sight, his shaft pulsating to the point the tip welled with milky liquid.

Tanned and taut skin was spread over girth, over hard length, over two veins that throbbed lightly on either side. The tip was redder than his own, and it shadowed his in size, but he didn’t care.

Nothing else in that moment mattered more than the fact that Cypress was as turned-on as him, by him, for him. And his hard arousal was glorious to look upon.

Both of Cypress’ hands moved swiftly. One cupped Sorrel’s chin to lift his head so their eyes could meet, while the otherwrapped around both their cocks and squeezed them together. Sorrel’s groan was immediate as hot, hard heat pressed into his shaft. He thrust into Cypress’ hold by accident, his hips moving of their own accord.

“I like you so much,” Sorrel blurted out, his heart overwhelmed by this night, by Cypress, and feeling far fuller than it should.

“Good,” Cypress nearly growled, his teeth clenched like sudden tension shot through him. Even his wings fluttered stiffly behind him. “Because you’ve already enraptured me.”

Cypress’ kiss was fierce as he pressed his lips over Sorrel’s, and with a tight grip, he stroked down both their cocks. Sorrel was lost before he’d even finished the first downward stroke, already yearning for him to do it again.

Unsure of what he was supposed to do, Sorrel just poured all of himself into the kiss as he let out a moan.

Sorrel completely wrapped one arm around Cypress’ shoulders, refusing to allow him to escape as his nails scraped into his short hair so he could clutch at it. He thrust into his strokes, feeling Cypress do the same.

Sorrel felt pressure all around his shaft. The slip of Cypress’ larger cock against his own, his palm moving in the opposite direction, the squeeze of both sensations. His palm was rough, his cock smooth, while his tongue entering Sorrel’s mouth was firm, wet, and so playful.

Sorrel sucked on it and Cypress flinched, gripping him tighter and groaning into his mouth. Sorrel sucked harder and felt Cypress thrust into his own hand faster for a few pumps.

“You can be quite naughty and teasing when you want to be,” Cypress commented with a dark tone as he pulled back.

Cypress slowed his hand over their cocks, but he brought the other forward.

“More. Don’t stop.” Sorrel wanted more kisses, wanted to keep being touched.

“I’m going to show you more. Can you open your mouth for me?” Cypress brought two fingers to his lips and Sorrel willingly parted them. Then he dipped his fingers in to make Sorrel suck on them.

He’d do whatever Cypress asked of him right now, so long as he kept moving his hand, kept making Sorrel feel good.

Holding Sorrel’s heavy-lidded gaze, Cypress slipped his fingers out and then swept his hand down. His non-wetted fingers grazed over Sorrel’s backside as he pushed his hand inside Sorrel’s falling trousers.

He didn’t know where Cypress was going, but all he felt was trust. Sorrel trusted him, trusted that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, that he wanted to only give pleasure.

So, when he felt Cypress’ fingers dip between his cheeks and the pad of the middle one caressed the tight hole of his ass, he stiffened but didn’t try to stop him. He just held the man’s maple eyes and watched them soften with understanding.

“Look how good you are.” Cypress pressed his lips to Sorrel’s jaw as he teased, just lightly prodding. “How sweet you look.” He kissed lower down Sorrel’s jawline as he started to slowly push in. Uncomfortable pressure made him wince, but Cypress tried to steal his attention with his husky words. “You’ve never been touched like this before, have you? And yet you’re letting me delve inside you and stroke your cock for you.”

“It feels strange,” Sorrel said around a strained voice, his body arching when his finger was seated deep.

“It’s okay, Sorrel.” How did hearing his own name fall from Cypress’ lips, in his deep voice, ease Sorrel instantly? Especially when it was almost whispered against his throat now. “I’ll make you feel good again in a moment.”

His finger thrust back and forth, moving around, before Sorrel felt it and let out a strangled, deep groan. Cypress stroked something that sprouted pleasure all throughout his groin, making his balls clutch and his cock pulsate.

Cypress stopped stroking their cocks; there was no point anymore. All he needed to do was hold them tightly together. Every time his finger moved and stroked a place that sent sparks rippling through him, Sorrel would thrust into his hand. Cypress would thrust back in return, his cock moving in tandem.

There was a small amount of wetness coating them now, and Sorrel was sure it was precum that kept leaking out of the tip of him. Each bubble delivered a shivering tremor throughout his body.

His entire body thrust against Cypress, his abdomen, his chest, as Sorrel’s head fell back against the tree root in bliss. “Fuck, Cypress,” he moaned. “It feels so good.

“Now imagine my cock in there.” His words had Sorrel tightening, including around his finger, and Cypress chuckled warmly. “That must be a good thing. Do you want my cock inside you?”

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