Page 31 of Chased By the Fairy

He stroked forward, giving a massaging twist with his palm around his broad cockhead, and shuddered. Sorrel smelled of jasmine. His voice was deep but lovely when it was moaning, or panting, or asking Cypress formore.

His senses ached for Sorrel to fill them like he had that night.

He wanted the perfect man in front of him.

The muscles in his arm flexed as he started to work his cock faster. Suppressing the first groan that fell from his lips, he pictured Sorrel kneeling for him.

He thumbed his cockhead, imagining it was him licking across the tip to collect the drop of precum that had formed.He’d tease me, I just fucking know it.With how Sorrel been with him that night, Cypress knew if he had the man in the powerful position of on his knees to suck him, Sorrel would try to have Cypress at his mercy.

And hewantedit.

His eyes drooped heavily as he pictured it, pictured him. His tongue coming out to play. His pouty lips kissing the sides of his cock. For him to bring one of Cypress’ balls into his mouth so he could feel the rough texture along the roof of it, the sharpness of teeth, the caressing softness of his warm tongue. He would probably suck him fast all of a sudden and then slow down, giving him different speeds.

I want him to take me into his mouth so badly.He stared down at his cock as a sharp exhalation pushed past his lips.To lick it, suck it, gnaw on it. To coat my cock in his saliva.

He’d probably need to grab the long strands of Sorrel’s hair to steady himself, to help his head bob along as his body started losing itself to the pleasure.

All of it would drive him insane.

It would push Cypress. It would make the darker parts of him break to the surface. To be savage and take control, something he could only release behind closed doors.

And he just knew that Sorrel would look up at him with a teasing glint in his eyes. Yet behind it, he would also appear trusting, and part of Cypress would want tobreakthat.

He bit his bottom lip before he groaned, “Fuck.” His cock pulsated in his moving palm while his abdomen spasmed at the clutch of pleasure that continued to spark through his groin.

He stroked around the flared rim of his cockhead and then massaged down the length of his shaft by an inch or two, hishand working the most sensitive parts of himself. Up and down, back and forth, teasing himself further to release.

Cypress would grab the back of his head and would thrust to show him he was still in control. Would force his cock into the back of Sorrel’s throat and try to fuck down it.Swallow me whole.

He squeezed his shaft harder, knowing the tightness of his throat would be intense. He would feel Sorrel’s Adam’s apple massaging the underneath of him if he thrust into his face. Cypress would want to, badly, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself.

His lips parted as the bottom one fell, the fist leaning against the wall clenching.It would feel so good.Better than his hand as it continued to stroke, informing him of how hard he was by the raised veins along the sides of his throbbing shaft.

His mouth would be warm, and wet, filled with different textures he’d want to explore.I want him here so badly.

Then there were things he didn’t know. Would Sorrel’s eyes tear up? Would he let Cypress thrust into his mouth and down into his throat or would Sorrel be devilish and do it himself?

What sent him over the edge, forcing his sac to tighten as his balls drew up, was the thought of making Sorrel taste his seed.

His groan shuddered out of collapsing lungs.

Cypress ejaculated as his hand moved with speed, picturing himself spending down Sorrel’s throat or coating his tongue with it. He wanted him to taste his ecstasy, to taste his need for him. His fucking desperation for him.

Spurts hit the wall in front of him, the ground, even his shoes. He didn’t care where it landed as his knees shook, tension shooting through him. He wildly thrust into his own hold, chasing his orgasm with more friction. Shudders racked his body as he bit into his forearm, only hiding his groan because it felt so good to bite and to be bitten at the same time.

His wings uncomfortably buckled inwards like they threatened to snap, kinking in ways that were unnatural.

Fuck…he thought when the last blissful rope of seed left his body.When I get my hands on him again, I’m not letting him go.

He continued to use one bent arm to support himself, the other releasing his milked cock to hang limply in the air.What would Sorrel do now, I wonder?If his fantasy were real, and he was before him on his knees, and he showed him he could be rather rough, how would Sorrel act?

When he realised he didn’t know, Cypress just imagined what he wanted. He pictured that handsome face, with seed-covered lips, turning a smile up at him on his knees. He wanted to see Sorrel was happy to ease his lust and satisfy him. To want to please him, even if it was a little painful or uncomfortable. To accept him the way he was.

After that, Cypress would take care of him. He wanted to be soothing and kind after being difficult and rough. Wanted to knead his body in appreciation. Touch his hair, look into those blue eyes. Nibble at those lips he knew were soft.

He’s perfect.There wasn’t a thing about him he’d change.

A cold brush of wind managed to reach even the core of this tree, and it pushed through his flower door. The chill of it broke him from his haze.

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