Page 135 of Burning Ice
“You were made for this,” Kylix murmured between sucks. “For my mouth. For my cock. Look at you… fucking shaking and I’ve barely started.”
Mirel’s hands trembled where they gripped the sheets. “Good Light. So good…”
Kylix pulled off with a slow, filthy drag. “You’re perfect like this,” he murmured. “Soft. Spread. Mine.”
He pressed a kiss to Mirel’s mouth, then his jaw, then leaned over to grab the lube from his bedside drawer. He spat into his hand first, mixing it with the gel until it slicked easily between his fingers. With one hand, he coated his length in slow, deliberate strokes. The other hand slid between Mirel’s thighs, fingers brushing over his hole before circling the rim in lazy spirals.
“You like this, darae? Like it when I make you feel good?”
Mirel shivered.
Kylix pressed in with a single finger. Slow. Deep. Letting him feel it.
“Relax,” he murmured, lips grazing Mirel’s knee. “Let me in.”
He worked him open, twisting slightly, then eased in a second.
Mirel gasped. His thighs parted wider. His head tilted back against the pillow.
Kylix crooked his fingers and felt the resistance fade. The wet sounds between them grew louder, obscene in the quiet.
“Gods, you’re tight,” he growled. “But you’re taking it so well.”
A third finger slid in, stretching him wider. Mirel whimpered, breath stuttering. His back arched off the bed, then rolled forward again, grinding against Kylix’s hand, desperate for more.
“P-please, amano.”
“That’s it,” Kylix praised, voice low and rough. “Take what you need. You’re perfect like this. Fucked open and begging.”
He dragged his fingers out slowly, leaving Mirel empty just long enough to feel the loss, then slicked himself again and guided the head of his cock to that wet, twitching hole. He pushed in slow. The stretch burned beautifully. Mirel moaned beneath him, hands gripping Kylix’s arms, holding on as every inch filled him. Kylix bottomed out with a groan, forehead resting against Mirel’s.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he growled.
He drew back and pushed in again, harder this time. Mirel cried out, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
Kylix set a rhythm of deep, punishing thrusts, followed by slow rolls of his hips that made Mirel shudder. The sounds of their bodies meeting echoed in the Waltr, wet and brutal.
“You were made for this,” Kylix panted. “For me. Every time I move, you pull me in like you never want to let me go.”
He held still for a moment, then began to move, shallow at first, rocking deep. Mirel’s fingers clawed at his back, spine arching as a moan tore loose.
“You’re going to take every inch like the good little bonded you are,” Kylix growled.
Each thrust went deeper. Their chests touched, legs tangled, breath shared.
“You think I’ll stop?” Kylix panted. “You think I’m done? I haven’t even fucked the surrender out of you yet.”
Mirel whimpered, body gripping him tight. Kylix’s groan spilled against his mouth. He fucked him harder now, snapping his hips, thrust after thrust, relentless. Mirel’s cries came faster, one after the next, voice shaking with each deep plunge.
“Mine,” Kylix growled. “Gonna fill you up, just like this,fuck, just like this.”
His rhythm broke. He rocked hard, teeth bared, body trembling as the orgasm hit. His cock pulsed deep inside Mirel, hot and claiming.
Pulling out, he kissed Mirel fiercely, then moved down between his legs. “Gonna tongue every drop from the tip. Don’t you dare spill a fucking thing.”
His mouth wrapped around Mirel’s cock in seconds, tongue greedy, lips slick. Kylix moaned as he sucked, dragging his tongue over the head, swallowing him deep.
He licked the tip slowly, then again, tongue teasing the slit. The noises were filthy now. “Come for me,” he rasped. “I want every drop on my tongue.”
