Page 38 of Siren in Love
Corvin’s cock was flushed even as he took up the position, his knees slightly parted in anticipation.Mike enjoyed the sigh as he got rid of his own clothes, then walked toward the bed.He reached out a hand and ran his fingers through Corvin’s golden curls, tugging gently.
“I don’t tell you how beautiful you are often enough, do I, hon?”
“No.And you always make me wait.That should be illegal.”
Corvin looked up at Mike through the curtain of his hair, his lashes dark shadows against his flushed cheeks.He’s so beautiful.I can’t believe he’s mine.Mine alone.
Mike stroked himself, making sure Corvin could see.“In a hurry?Are you saying you want me to kneel behind you and shove my cock into you right now?Is that it?”
Corvin swallowed.“Sweet gods, yes.”
He sounded hungry, desperate, eager.Mike heard the melody of desire in Corvin’s voice, and it made him tremble as he struggled to control his song.
“I’ll give you what you want.I’ll always give you what you want.”
He let go of Corvin’s hair and reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table.Mike trailed his fingers down Corvin’s side as he slowly got onto the bed behind Corvin.He loved how his touch seemed to set Corvin’s librarian-pale skin on fire, drawing the sweetest sounds from his lover’s lips.
“You’re sure?If you want me to go slower—”
Corvin groaned.“Pineapple Mike, don’t ruin the moment now.Keep going, please.”
Mike bent forward until he could kiss Corvin’s back.“Okay.Whatever you want.”
Mike got in close, rubbing his own cock against Corvin’s crack.Corvin whimpered, ground back, and pushed out his perfectly shaped butt.This is a sight to see.Waves under moonlight—perfection.I’m spoiled.
When Corvin moaned, Mike knew he never wanted anyone else to hear that sound; the intimacy in it, the trust.He wanted a ring on Corvin’s finger, wanted the human’s oath in his ears.It’s my siren nature, that possessive urge to keep him all to myself, but I can learn to control that, to give him the space he needs if only I get to hear the love in his voice.
“Mike…”
“I love you, Corvin,” Mike whispered.He’d have liked to pop the question then, but the kneeling that was currently happening was definitely not how it was supposed to go, so Mike settled for the ease of feeling, of pleasure.He squeezed some lube into his hand.
“Please, Mike—”
He said he was fine, but I can’t.I can’t hurt him.Mike gave Corvin two of his fingers, rapidly making him feel the stretch.
“You want to take me right now?”Mike asked.
Corvin nodded.“Yes.Fuck, can you please just—I told you, I’m fine.I want you, now.”
Mike pulled his fingers out.It made Corvin drop his head to the pillows, which in turn made Mike grin.
“If you say so.You look fine.Very fine.”Mike made sure he was slick for Corvin, lined up, and pushed into the tight warmth of him.
Corvin trembled beneath Mike, and Mike was gripping Corvin’s hips hard enough to bruise.Good.I want to leave a mark on him,he thought, rolling his hips.
Corvin’s head was still half buried in the pillows, so his moans were somewhat smothered, but Mike still heard.
“You like that?”He thrust forward, filling the bedroom with the staccato rhythm of skin on skin.
He saw Corvin attempting to nod while turning his head.It was both cute and arousing, and it forced Mike to follow up with a second thrust that set Corvin trembling and made him spew out garbled curses.
“Mike…”
Mike hummed his pleasure.“Tell me who you belong to, Corvin.I want to hear you say it.”
Corvin lifted his head just enough to speak.“You.Yours.And you’re mine,” he said, then stopped, because the words had Mike thrusting deep into Corvin again.
“Yes.I’m yours, you’re mine.”
