Page 42 of Hellfire & Tinsel
And him.
Emotion began to fill his body, dousing all the dry and arid places inside of him with a sudden rush from clear and crystalline depths. It flowed in his bloodstream and flooded out like a dam breaking, leaving no part of him untouched. Unaffected.
He felt like he was choking on it. Drowning. He couldn’t stop it, not in this form. It felt magnified by a thousand.
He gasped silently for a breath he didn’t need, panicking. If he’d had a heart, it would have given out. If he’d had lungs, they would have collapsed.
“Kassel?” Beau said, his laughter dissipating but still hovering in the space between them. Kassel couldn’t escape it. It had invaded his skin. It was still ringing in his head. Beau laid a hand on Kassel’s leg. “Are you okay?”
Kassel cupped Beau’s cheek and crashed his mouth into Beau’s in answer, swallowing his gasp of surprise. He opened Beau’s lips with his tongue, trying to feed the emotion into him; someone who knew better how to use it, how to feel it.
Beau moaned, their cart rocking wildly on its axis.
The bar broke, the metallic screech and clang just background noise as Kassel forced it aside. He ignored the screams as it plummeted to the ground, pulling Beau into his lap.
Beau straddled his hips, wrapping his arms around Kassel’s neck. They didn’t stop kissing, Beau gasping in breaths between one kiss and the next. Their hips began to rock in time with the swinging cart, pressing them together in slow undulations that had Beau whining and turning red.
“Change back,” Beau begged, smearing the words against his damp lips, breathing out sin and desire. “Please change back.”
Kassel didn’t think twice, shedding the unnatural human skin for his own, the only thing remaining being the hat on his head, which hadn’t been conjured. The cart whined with the weight change, sending them swinging more violently. Kassel wound his tail around Beau’s back to hold him more securely.
Beau cooed in delight, pulling back to look at him all over. The desire in the air grew tenfold, like seeing Kassel like this only made Beau want him more. “You’re so handsome.”
Kassel shoved a hand under all his layers, seeking bare skin to brand, to transfer this energy that wouldn’t leave. He spread his palm over the small of Beau’s back, hearing him moan at the contact, his eyes rolling back from only a touch.
Kassel yanked him down for another kiss, muffling Beau’s cry and forcing him against the growing hardness of his cock. He wanted to split the seam of Beau’s jeans and take him here and now, pressing him down so gently Beau would be crying from overstimulation before he’d even gotten the tip past.
Kassel could feel the heat and hardness pressing into his stomach in return, Beau barely moving but still so close to release. Kassel could taste it in the air as well as on his tongue. He swept the cavern of Beau’s mouth, moving his hand around to Beau’s chest and finding a nipple. He brushed his thumb over it once and Beau came with a shuddering cry as they rolled back down to earth, taking all those emotions and starbursting them out.
Beau was dazed in the aftermath, soul glowing as bright as the moon, his swollen pink lips parted and wet still.
“Beautiful.”
Kassel hadn’t found release, but he felt like he had, body drained and shaking.
“Are you guys okay up there?” a voice shouted. “Stay calm!”
Annoying humans.
8
Beau
“Why do you look like you’ve raided Hell’s closet?” Kassel asked as he walked into the room, wrapped in his human skin and dressed like a preppy librarian.
Beau laughed, fixing the straps of the harness he was wearing over a tight black shirt. The rest of his outfit was a simple pair of leather pants and knee-high platform boots with more buckles than was needed for anything on this planet. He liked them though. They added loads of height to his already lanky body, and he liked the altitude.
“Do you like it?”
He twirled around shyly, striking a few clumsy poses to showcase his outfit.
He was what he liked to call a casual goth on the daily. Like a vampire on vacation. Dark clothes, but not too much flair, tokeep it socially acceptable. But on special occasions he liked to embrace his inner goth and let it shine.
Kassel ran his eyes down Beau’s body, setting hundreds of tiny flames on his skin. Images of a Ferris wheel cart swaying and the sounds of it creaking as Beau climbed into Kassel’s lap filled his mind, and he couldn’t help but let it all play out in front of his eyes again.
The way Kassel had carried him home and laid him on the bed. The heart-stopping moment when he’d hovered over him before he’d settled behind him instead of taking his own pleasure. Beau had wanted him to, but he didn’t know how to articulate it.
He’d fallen asleep thinking of ways he could.
