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"Don't go so slow!"
"Oh, okay." He grinned and started again at an even more leisurely pace. Rhys's hot tongue-- tasting here, touching there--wound Silas like a watch until he was ready to snap. Rhys lingered at the tip of Silas's cock and dipped his tongue into the slit. When Rhys withdrew, cool air followed, releasing enough pressure to keep Silas balanced on the precipice, steps from ecstasy. Again and again.
Silas gave in to the guttural moan in his throat. Every moment was agonizing. Wonderful.
He'd do anything in the world to keep this man.
Rhys stopped again. "I want you to scream, Silas."
Brazen. But gods, he liked that. "I don't tend to." He stroked Rhys's cheeks with his thumbs.
"But you're welcome to try to make me."
"I'm sorry. I misspoke." Rhys tugged Silas's pants down and out from under his ass. "I'mgoingto make you scream." He pulled Silas's hips forward, almost pulled him from the bench entirely as he slid his hands under Silas's ass.
Then Rhys took him in again. Being surrounded by that unbelievable soft mouth was far better than Silas had imagined. The reality of Rhys was going to kill him.
Rhys licked down Silas's shaft, nipping as he went. He mouthed Silas's sac and swirled his tongue around Silas's balls before taking each one between his hot lips.
Elemental energy wrapped Silas's body and pushed into every fiber of his being. He bit the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. Release from this exquisite torture hovered just beyond his reach.
Rhys paused and chuckled low. "Having issues, Silas? Too much for you?" He mouthed the base of Silas's cock. Too gently.
Silas groaned in frustration.
Rhys was everywhere. Nipping at the head, stroking his shaft, licking or gently scraping teeth across Silas's sensitive flesh. Never fully engulfing Silas's cock. Silas hovered on the edge, but every time he crept close to release, Rhys backed down. Changed the rhythm. Then started over.
Lightning lived in Silas's veins. He felt like glass about to shatter. Only, the final blow, the one to break him to pieces, never came.
Had there not been so much damn energy flying through him, Silas would have lost the glamour ages ago. But Rhys was a focus, a well.
Silas drowned in power.
Damn that mouth, those hands. "Gods, Rhys.
Will you please suck me already?"
Rhys laughed. Then finally--finally--Rhys's sweet, hot mouth took him in. At first Rhys worked his way up and down achingly slowly, but then faster and deeper.
Silas cupped a hand around the back of Rhys's neck and urged the tempo to increase. The coil inside Silas wound tighter. Every nerve ached.
At last Rhys complied, shifting and loosening his throat and giving over control. Now Silas set the rhythm, the depth. "All of me."
The vibrations from Rhys's moan pulsed through Silas's cock.
He tightened his grip in Rhys's hair and savored the sight of those lips splayed wide around the root of his cock.
His. All his. Damn anyone else.
Rhys shifted his hands. They still cupped Silas's ass, but one finger slipped into his crack and pressed against his anus.Oh fuck!Fire burned down every nerve as Silas fell off the edge. He threw back his head and screamed as he came in Rhys's mouth.
FAE CUM DIDN'T taste of pixie sticks; that was for sure. But Rhys enjoyed it anyway, nearly as much as he had relished the raw cry of ecstasy that had come from Silas. He gave the fae's softening cock another kiss before looking up.
Silas had his eyes closed, his head tipped back. He took a breath and spoke."O di!"
Latin? He thought he had heard Silas speak another piece earlier. He rested his arms on Silas's thighs. "I said I would make you scream."
Silas looked down, then grabbed the sides of Rhys's shirt and jacket and hauled him up. Kissed him. Hard.
