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Silas sucked Rhys in, a fraction at a time.
Smooth lips massaged every inch of Rhys's shaft as Rhys sank deeper and deeper into Silas's mouth.
Warmth curled into his balls.
And then Silas reversed direction. The pull of silk and the caresses around his shaft made every nerve in his body swell and ache. Rhys threw back his head and moaned. Shit, he was going to--The grip Silas had on his cock tightened almost painfully at the base. That was the only thing that kept Rhys from shooting right then and there. Rhys twisted his hands in Silas's hair. "Oh, God."
Silas's other hand massaged Rhys's balls.
His lovers hadn't blown him that often and never this well. "For someone who doesn't suck dick, you're damn good at it."
Silas's reply was to take Rhys back into his throat, even more slowly than before, sucking hard.
He needed to come. Now. He pushed on Silas's head. "Faster."
The amused grunt that vibrated the length of Rhys's shaft tightened his balls harder than before.
But Silas didn't speed up. He took Rhys in farther and then pulled off again.
The wind against his wet cock wrapped cool feathers around the shaft and sent a shudder down Rhys's spine. Then the inferno of Silas's mouth descended and burned his skin with wet, velvet touches. With each stroke, the air cooled his blood before Silas's mouth set him on fire again. Light filled Rhys, pooling around his core, throbbing for release. It had nowhere to go. Rhys's arms trembled, and he fell back against the lounge chair.
Yes, he had ordered Silas to his knees, told him to suck cock, but Silas had complete control over when Rhys would shoot his cream down that lovely, tight throat.
Silas took him in completely and surrounded him with a wet fire that burned more than just Rhys's flesh. His chest ached. Did Silas understand? Did he realize? Fucking was like everything else between them--a partnership.
"I know."Foreign thoughts caressed Rhys's mind; then a lighthearted laugh vibrated him from the tip of his dick to his balls."I understand."
Silas released the base of Rhys's cock and quickened the pace, his lips a tight circle, his throat open.
Rhys thrust his hips upward, fucking hard and deep. He knew what it was like to be on the other end of a face fucking, the surrender it took, how hard it was to breathe. Even painful sometimes. He pounded into Silas's mouth.
Each of his relentless strokes, Silas met, never let him slip out. Silas took his length to the root while fondling Rhys's balls with the utmost care.
The light pooling in Rhys's core blazed and arced down every limb in a storm of energy. This time there was nothing to hold Rhys back. "Oh fuck, Silas!" He thrust upward, pulled Silas's head down, and came while fully engulfed, his balls against Silas's chin. He moaned deep and long until he couldn't catch his breath, and still his cock didn't stop twitching. An eternity passed before the lightning in his veins lessened and he stopped coming.
His hands slipped from Silas's hair, his cock from Silas's mouth. Silas laid his forehead against Rhys's leg and gulped air, his breathing as harsh as the ocean waves crashing against the hull of the ship.
A breeze blew across them, the scent of salt water mixing with the musk of sex and the smell of sun-warmed grass and pine. Goose bumps rose on Rhys's arms under his jacket. Even far away from the garden, the energy of the forest and the field swirled around them.
This was him--his element. Fae. The part that had been missing all this time. He shivered and watched Silas's perfect face. And there was his home.
Silas stirred and licked his reddened lips. He tucked Rhys's cock back into his underwear and pants, then zipped and buttoned him closed. Finally he buckled Rhys's belt.
Neither Silas's hair nor his eyes were golden, but he still had the look of a god--a smiling being of beauty and desire.
"I think I understand Roman mythology better," Rhys said.
"That would be a trick." Silas crawled up into the lounge chair and settled himself onto Rhys.
"Romans didn't understand Roman mythology. It's rather convoluted."
Rhys wrapped his arms around Silas, soaking in his warmth. His hair smelled like sunlight on leaves. "And how do you fit into it?"
"I don't." Silas slipped his hand beneath Rhys's jacket and stroked his side. This time the shudder that ran through Rhys's body was not from the chill of the wind. "Though Silvanus is the name of a Roman forest god."
"And Quintus?"
Silas raised an eyebrow. "Fifth."
