Page 43 of Guiding Desire
“You curse a lot,” Orrey said. He turned his head, wanting to hide his face in the pillow, but that gave Senlas only more access, and he used it to nip Orrey’s neck, tease the area just above his Adam’s apple with his tongue.
“Because you’re fucking hot,” Senlas said, his fingers going toward Orrey’s waistband, sliding under it. “I’ll take these off you. Okay?”
“Yes, please.”
Senlas chuckled as he sat back on his knees. “I like a Conduit who knows to be polite between the sheets. Lift your hips.”
Orrey did, his mind snagging on being talked about in the same breath as Conduits. People happily let Conduits skip the line in a coffee shop or wherever they showed up outside the Grounds. Was that really him now?
“I don’t know—” Orrey started but was prevented from finishing by Senlas who pulled his own tee off after he’d tossed Orrey’s pants and underwear somewhere. He tossed the crumpled shirt as well. It was oddly sexy.
“You don’t know?” Senlas said and casually reached for Orrey’s flushed cock.
Orrey nearly jumped off the bed. “Ah!” He grabbed Senlas’s wrist in an attempt to control the stimulation, make sure he’d last longer than he feared he would.
“Fucking Hounds, I barely touched you, kitten.” Senlas’s nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. Him staring down at Orrey from above made for a powerful sight, made Orrey feel powerless and small, in a good way. “I might be able to get you to come with a feather.”
“It’s just… ’S been a while.” Orrey’s fingers dug into Senlas’s wrist, but the Guardian wasn’t easily moved.
“Let’s do something about these loose hands of yours.”
To Orrey’s utter relief, Senlas stopped touching him, which had Orrey breathe a little easier only for his eyes to open wide when Senlas pulled Orrey’s T-shirt up and off—or almost off. Orrey couldn’t see what Senlas was doing, but the soft fabric of the shirt tightened around Orrey’s wrists, binding them together and fixing them in place.
“But I…I wanted to touch you too.”
“Later. Stay like that.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s see if I can make you squirm,” Senlas said.
He brought both knees closer to Orrey’s thighs, boxing his legs in more tightly.
“So you like studying, huh.” He circled Orrey’s cock with his hand, once more making Orrey’s chest jerk up off the bed. “I understand the intent behind studying sex.” He pushed Orrey’s foreskin back all the way and used his thumb to circle the wet, over-sensitive tip. Orrey moaned. “For example, seeing you like this right now makes me wonder how long I can draw this out. I want to turn it into an experiment.”
“W-w-what?”
“Oh.” Senlas did something, changed the pressure against the tip. Orrey mewled. “This. I’m really not doing much, but depending on how I do this, you’ll come pretty quick, or slower. Hmm. I wonder what happens if I do this.” With his other hand, he began caressing Orrey’s already tight balls, teasing them, pressing against the tightness inside them.
Orrey tried pulling his arms down, a reaction he couldn’t control, and found them fixed there.
Telekinesis,he thought. That too was hot.
Despite the way Senlas touched him, Orrey tried to keep quiet, but it turned out to be near impossible. His vision blurred like a mirage above dry ground. He wanted to come, but it wasn’t quite enough. Yet, the pressure building inside him was high, enough to make his ears pop.
“I guess what happens is, I set you off,” Senlas said, and Orrey tried to focus on that handsome face, the sly grin taunting him in the best of ways.
“Stop this. I need to—I want to cum, please.”
Senlas zeroed in on Orrey’s slit, and this time around, Orrey screamed.
“Kitten. Look at you go. Is it good?”
Embarrassment had darkened Orrey’s cheeks. “Are they going to, ah, c-c-come in here, check on u-u-us?”
Senlas’s hand tightened on Orrey’s balls until he felt a sliver of pain. “No. If you want people to watch me do all the things I want to do to you, I have to work up to that.” He looked down at Orrey, licked his lips. “I can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, desperate and sweaty, so ready to beg. And so fucking polite, even while I make you come undone on my sheets.”
“No I—hnng, please.Please.I need to, need to,more!”
