Page 30 of Hellfire & Tinsel
I was here. I exist. I have meaning to someone.
“You seem overwhelmed,” Kassel said, his voice a little lower than his usual growl.
It sent sparks over Beau’s skin, the rough edges catching on every nerve. He didn’t even know whether he was holding himself up or just hanging on for dear life at this point. His brain had become a desire-scrambled mess, his body overstimulated beyond what seemed bearable.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“You’re shaking.”
Was he? He felt like he had a lifetime’s worth of adrenaline and endorphins having a pool party in his bloodstream.
“Maybe we should put a kissing limit in place for now,” Kassel suggested. “For your health.”
“What?” Beau could barely comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.
“You should rest early,” Kassel continued. “We can speak about it tomorrow when you have a clearer mind.”
Everything moved in a daze from there, like they’d set the life player on slow motion. He was picked up and taken to his bedroom, Kassel gently sitting him on the edge of his mattress.
He lingered for a moment, looking deeply into Beau’s eyes like he was searching for something. He adjusted a stray piece of hair that had fallen in front of Beau’s eye before he straightened and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Beau reeling in his wake.
He tried desperately to get his mind to unbreak. To force a comprehensive thought. Kassel was right. It was too much touch all at once. He was overloaded. Unable to cope with so much stimulus.
He pressed his trembling fingers to his tender mouth, tasting cookie dough when his tongue darted out. A jolt of heat spread down between his thighs, a thousand dirty thoughts flying through his head.
He moaned, unable to help himself, too wound up, skin too tight. He needed someone to release the valve. He needed relief.
He fell onto his back, hips undulating and finding a frustrating lack of friction as he pictured Kassel on top of him, his heavy weight, his hands still touching him all over, their hands moving together.
He snuck a hand underneath his shirt and laid it over the imprint of Kassel’s hand on his stomach, scratching his skin to recreate claws and whimpering, “Kassel.”
His chest heaved, his cock ached. He felt out of his mind.
He flipped onto his front and bore down, mouth open against the coverlet as he finally met resistance. He thrust, working his hips in tiny circles, shirt riding up and allowing his nipples to scratch against the raised stitching.
Beau whined, phantom hands on his hips, imagined pressure against his ass, a voice whispering into his ear. “Beau.”
“Oh, Kassel…”
Beau barely managed to get his waistband and underwear down before he came with a muffled scream.
He lay there boneless for a moment, panting and damp as his limbs twitched helplessly, the hunger slowly ebbing and letting him get his head above water.
That was when embarrassment slid back in.
Oh goodness. Had Kassel just heard him moaning his name? It was too mortifying to contemplate.
He sat up, hair a bird’s nest and body a mess. He had scratches on his cum-stained stomach and he didn’t know whether they were from his own hands or Kassel’s. He was covered in sticky cookie dough like he’d just recreated the edible version ofGhost.
He gathered up the sheets with burning cheeks, shoving them into the laundry basket, then being forced to sit on the mattress again before his wobbly legs dropped him to the floor.
He’d never felt so lustful—he blushed—so insatiable. Needing to come so bad just from a few hand undulations and some kisses. Or a lot of kisses. How many kisses were a lot of kisses? If he felt like he needed more then surely it wasn’t a lot.
He felt more worn out than he ever had from an orgasm, his imagination unable to provide him with any accurate gauge of what it would actually feel like. To have someone finally touch him in any kind of desirous way. Kiss him. Want him?
It was hard to know where the summoning started and ended between them, the line blurry. Beau had a quiet hope in his chest, like a seed just sprouting up from the dirt, that Kassel had kissed him because he wanted to. That he had enjoyed it too.
It seemed like he had.
