Page 55 of A Phoenix Reborn at Christmas
Leo leaned back, releasing Percival’s dick from between his lips. He gasped air into his aching lungs. He grinned, wiping the back of his hand against his swollen lips.
Percival’s gaze fell on Leo’s hard dick. He sat up, wrapped his hand around it, and stroked. “Your turn.”
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Leo moaned as Percival worked his cock with his hand.
“What do you want?” Percival slid his hand from base to tip, up and down, fingers squeezing his length. “My hand, my mouth, my arse, or my cock?”
Leo blinked. That was a lot of options. They all sounded amazing. And his brain wasn’t really working, since Percival continued to stroke his prick with his tight, hot grip.
“I…” Leo’s gaze fell on Percival’s spiralled dick, still hard, flushed, and spit slicked. His arsehole clenched.
How would those swirled ridges feel inside his hole? Or tugging against his rim?
“You can go again already?” Leo asked breathlessly.
Percival’s hand on his cock stilled. “I… Should I not be able to?”
Leo knew from personal experience that different races had different refractory periods. He didn’t know how long a phoenix would usually take after spending before being ready to go again.
But if Percival thought he could go again, Percival would be the one to know.
Leo leaned forward to kiss him. “I want your dick in my arse. Now!”
Percival slid his hands around and squeezed Leo’s arse cheeks. Then his fingers crept into the crease. A single finger teased his hole.
Leo groaned. “Let me get the oil.”
He climbed off Percival. He stumbled in a haze of lust across the room, dick bobbing. He yanked open a drawer. He snatched up the oil. He dashed back to the bed, jumping on top of Percival and straddling him. He opened the bottle and poured it on his hand.
“You’re eager.” Still sitting up, Percival pressed his lips to Leo’s.
Leo nipped at Percival’s bottom lip. He gripped Percival’s cock, slathering it in oil. His hole clenched at the thought of Percival’s long prick inside him.
“I’m fucking desperate to get your cock in me. I want to feel it deep, sliding in and out of my hole.” Leo poured more oil on his hands and reached behind himself, shoving two fingers straight in. He rocked on his fingers, imagining it was Percival’s dick.
Percival gripped Leo’s hips, orange eyes bright as he breathed heavily.
Leo slid his fingers in deep, stretching them apart. He added a third. Then a fourth. He tugged his fingers free. He placed his hands on Percival’s chest. He shuffled, lifting onto his knees and getting into place. “I’m ready.”
Percival released a hand from Leo’s hip. He reached down and held his own dick, angling it upwards.
Slowly, Leo lowered himself. The tip of Percival’s dick kissed his entrance. It pressed against him but without enough pressure to enter. He held his breath. The anticipation hung in the air.
He lowered himself. The head of Percival’s cock breeched him. Their groans filled the room.
He held himself still for a second, relishing the feel of just the tip of Percival’s cock inside him. Then he lowered himself. Leo moaned as each ridge bumped against his rim. Steadily, he took more and more of Percival’s dick, those spirals sliding inside him.
As Percival’s dick thickened towards the base, it stretched Leo further and further. It burned. And not just from the stretch. But from the delicious heat of Percival’s dick.
Leo panted. He could taste smoke on his tongue as he took the last thick inch of Percival’s member into his body. He shuddered.
“You’re so tight.” Percival kissed him, tongue invading his mouth, just as his cock invaded Leo’s body. He gripped Leo’s arse, then slid his fingers to the crease, touching the part where their bodies joined.
They both breathed heavily. Percival moved his hands to Leo’s hips and squeezed.
