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It would have been easier… simpler if Xane had simply leant over him and done it there in the lounge.
Spook moved into the bedroom on unsteady legs.
His apprehensions were entirely grounded in fear.
Fear that this wouldn’t change anything.
Or that it would only change things for the worse.
He flopped inelegantly onto the bed.Rolled over, so his arse was in the air, and buried his face in a pillow.
The mattress lurched as Xane joined him.His hair tickled Spook’s back as he leaned over and kissed Spook’s shoulders.“Are you hiding from me?”
“No.”He lifted his head, and let some fresh air into his lungs.That was an outright lie.He had been.And he wanted to continue doing so.Confessing he wanted this and being ready for the reality of it were two entirely different things.Also, it wasn’t so much that he wanted it, as it felt like a necessity.There was this lodestone around his neck, and in his mind, only a drastic step would remove it.
“Spook, I don’t know what you’re expecting, but at least credit me with enough civility not to hurt you.”Xane’s fingertips walked the length of Spook’s spine.The caress left his skin tingling.Eventually, that large palm settled over the top of Spook’s arse.It lay there, a solid pressure, while Xane just seemed to breathe, and Spook practically forgot how to.
“Xane,” he eventually whimpered.God, he sounded… How did he sound?Slightly deranged.Unhinged?
“Do you like being rimmed?”Xane asked.
Spook risked a curious glance back over his shoulder, and found Xane’s head cocked with a twinkling light brightening his eyes.“Well?”
“I’ve been celibate for a…” He let the words trail off.That really wasn’t anything to do with it.“I tend to take charge.”That didn’t really answer the question either.
“You don’t actually know,” Xane concluded.
Troublesomely insightful bugger was bang on target.
“Why don’t we find out?”
Xane promptly lowered towards his up-thrust rear.Then there was tongue happening.Circles – they were damned torture.Shiver inducing, but not quite enough alone to really spark a fire.It was simply the warm up.Two hot hands planted on his cheeks, pulling them apart, opening him up to whatever Xane chose to inflict.
What he chose was more tongue.Long licks that ran from the base of Spook’s balls across his taint to his hole.He licked the puckered opening, teased the wrinkled skin until it gave readily to the pressure and allowed him to dip that devilish tongue-tip around the entrance.
Spook responded with a waterfall of sounds, few of them articulate.Hell, he couldn’t even be articulate inside his own head.
“Feels good, hmm?”Xane hummed.
Spook answered by squirming.It was impossible to keep still when Xane’s tongue was dipping into places no other tongue had been, and as for the groans that seemed to be rising up from his toes, they weren’t sounds he’d even known he could make.
Behind him, Xane chuckled.“That’s more like it.”He licked deeper.Opening up the tight ring of muscle little by little.Then after a while he added a finger into the mix.Just the tip of it to begin with.The tip was more than enough.“You’re going to need to relax a whole lot more if we’re going to do this.I won’t hurt you, Spook.”
“Just fucking do it.”He just wanted to get on with it.For it to be over.Done with.“Xane.”
The prompt gained him nothing.
“You know my cock is going to feel a whole lot different to a couple of fingers.”
Yes, he did know that.He knew how it felt to be buggered.Anally fucked.Sodomized.Violated…
There’d been no fingers, no tongues involved that time.Only pain.Agony.He hadn’t been able to breathe.The ground had been soft beneath him, pungent with the scent of decay, and glistening wet from the incessant rain.An oil-slicked puddle bordered the roadside up ahead.Fire ripped through his lungs.He couldn’t move.Could only see clearly out of one eye, and that was the one mashed against the leaf litter.
He felt the thrust against his pucker and panicked.No.Get off.He couldn’t do this.The darkness was smothering him.The demons lurking there blinked at him with blazing black eyes, their mouths full of teeth.They were right here.Their hands upon him.Claws raking his skin.His body burning; alive with hate.
This is what you deserve, you sick little fuck.
