Page 103 of Guiding Desire
Damn that layer cake,Senlas thought, then walked over to lean on the back of the couch and meet Orrey’s eyes.
“I’d want to find something that has both of us comfortable.”
Orrey nodded. “That seems wise. It’s just that I thought, maybe we could have sex again? If you wanted, of course.”
Those words out of Orrey’s mouth were all it took for Senlas’s cock to fill. “I want to. And in that case, I suggest my room, because it is better equipped.”
Orrey nodded. “Then we should go.”
Orrey stood, then turned and climbed over the back of the couch toward Senlas. He stumbled forward, because the couch was better suited to be climbed like that by Guardian-sized people, but Senlas took Orrey’s hand,Caughthis fall.
“I couldFlyyou there,” Senlas said.
Orrey huffed. “I’ll walk.”
If I get to have my way with you, you won’t be able to walk after,Senlas thought, cursing those tight pants he’d picked that morning. Until Orrey glanced at them. He said nothing, but color was rising to his cheeks.
“It’s that thing you do,” Senlas said.
“Huh? What thing?”
“Existing. You exist, and I can’t help myself. I want to touch and hold you and take your clothes off. Because you exist.”
“How inconsiderate of me,” Orrey said, then looked up from under his auburn lashes, his copper eyes darkened with lust.
“Let’s go,” Senlas said, tugging on Orrey’s hand so he had to jog to keep up.
“I’m coming. Why are we running?”
“It’s all your fault, kitten.”
SenlasOpenedthe door so they didn’t have to stop at all, and heClosedit right behind them. Then he spun, wrapping an arm around Orrey’s middle, and tossing him on the bed, his power there to support Orrey’s neck and back.
Senlas forced himself to stop, stand still, look at his Conduit. “I want it to take a while. Are you up for that?”
“I…will try. But give me a moment in the bathroom. I want to wash up.”
Senlas wanted to protest. He didn’t, thinking of Orrey’s comfort as well.
“Careful with your face though. And feel free to use the bathrobe in there.”
Orrey nodded, and Senlas watched him head into his bathroom, which was a bit larger than Orrey’s own. The thought of that, Orrey in his personal space, was unreasonably arousing. Senlas had to force away images of how he could throw his pill bottles off their counter, instead lift Orrey onto it, hook the Conduit’s knees over his shoulders, and just take him, messy and fast.
Senlas got rid of his annoying clothes. Naked, he pulled the sheets back, then went to the cabinet in which he kept his toys, most of which he used on himself. He dropped the lubricant on the bed, considered another plug.
In the end, he chose a heavier one, bulbous and only lightly tapered. He used the lubricant on it and himself before inserting it, though he had to go slow, given its size.
I wish Orrey were here to see me do this. But this way he can wonder whether I have something in my ass. Maybe he’ll want to touch, investigate.
The fullness was good, the weight of it even better. So prepared, Senlas settled into bed. The sheets he didn’t even bother with. It would’ve only looked silly with his erection to begin with, and besides, Senlas wanted Orrey to see what he was getting.
While Senlas followed his fantasies for minutes that seemed to stretch to small eternities, Orrey had finally finished, and Senlas could hear him, feel him move close to the door. Then it slid open.
Orrey stepped out, the Conduit almost vanishing in Senlas’s bathrobe.
Senlas chuckled.
“What? It’s your fault for being an oversized Guardian.” Orrey’s eyes fell to Senlas’s lap, coloring his words with a different meaning.
