Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
My first proper kiss.
Trent held still, body tense, practically vibrating with a mixture of shock and suppressed need as their lips pressed together. Malachi’s hands cupped his cheeks. Trent’s hands spasmed in the air, as he was uncertain what to do. He squeezed his eyes shut.
After several moments, Malachi’s lips parted. Still, Trent held still, muscles tight, worried he might make a mess of this and it would all disappear into nothingness if he moved an inch.
Malachi stroked webbed fingers against Trent’s cheek. “Relax,” Malachi whispered against his lips. “Relax for me, my sweet. Open to me.”
Trent did. He opened his mouth, letting Malachi guide him.
“Good boy,” Malachi murmured.
Trent shivered.
Malachi’s lips moved against his own, softly and completely unhurried. Then one hand slid down the front of Trent’s throat. Trent gasped into the kiss.
Then Malachi continued to glide his hand around and down to Trent’s lower back. He pressed against Trent, holding him in place and supporting him. Which was good because Trent worried he might float away.
Hesitant at first, Trent moved his lips against Malachi’s, learning the taste and feel of his lips. Then Malachi slid his tongue into Trent’s mouth.
Their tongues touched, and Trent moaned. He wrapped his arms around Malachi’s shoulders, clutching at him with all the desperation and need that bubbled up inside him.
Then he felt it. Pressure against his back. Against his shoulders. His waist. They slid around him, embracing him and holding him. Malachi’s tentacles.
Trent shuddered and groaned. His cock filled to complete hardness.
He wanted to pull back and look at the tentacles. He wanted to touch and stroke them. But he didn’t want to open his eyes or pull away from this magical kiss.
He could not comprehend how he was here and this was really happening. Sure, he’d wanted it. He’d hoped and dreamed and fantasised about it happening. But he’d not actually believed it would happen to him!
And okay, so maybe Trent had hoped for more than something physical. He’d hoped there might be a path to a relationship where they could one day become partners, marry, or get a happily ever after.
But that wasn’t on the table.
Trent couldn’t lie. He was disappointed.
Still, he’d take this. He’d take everything Malachi would give him, whether that was a night or more. He would enjoy and savour every single moment, kiss, and touch.
The tentacles pressed against him. They wrapped around and squeezed him. Panting, Malachi pulled back. He peppered kisses along Trent’s jaw and throat. Trent tilted his head back, giving the siren more access. Malachi nipped at Trent’s skin with sharp teeth.
Trent’s body arched.
“What do you want?” Malachi’s warm breath brushed his throat.
“Everything.” His dick throbbed in his trousers.
Trent felt the curve of lips against his skin before sharp teeth grazed.
Trent’s cock almost exploded. Which would definitely have been embarrassing.
“This is new to you,” Malachi said. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I trust you. Guide me. Teach me. Do whatever you want to me! Please,” Trent pleaded.
Malachi nuzzled his collarbone. “As long as you promise to let me know if anything displeases you.”
Trent nodded. “I promise.”
“Good.” Malachi rose, tugging Trent to his feet. He kissed him again. Then hands and tentacles tugged at fabric and buttons, undressing Trent.
It was hard to keep track of all Malachi’s…limbs.
Did tentacles count as limbs? Appendages, perhaps?
Pissing potions. Why am I thinking of that now? Malachi is kissing me. Touching me. Undressing me. And I’m thinking about the proper name for his body parts!
Malachi’s hands slid along the front of Trent’s now topless torso. All thoughts flew from his mind. The tentacles touched bare skin, soft and pulsing against him. The touch of his tentacles was velvety smooth.
Tentacles and hands touched Trent everywhere. Or almost everywhere. They’d not drifted anywhere near his cock or arse.
Using his tentacles, Malachi tugged Trent’s trousers down. He almost stumbled, but Malachi’s hands gripped his waist. Malachi pulled back, but Trent followed him, not wanting to lose the pressure of lips against lips.
Chuckling, Malachi broke the kiss. “Shall we take this to the bed?” He slid his hands down to Trent’s drawers, tugging at the hem but not doing anything to remove them.
Trent nodded.
“Let’s get these boots and trousers off first.” With a fluid motion, Malachi dropped to his knees. He quickly removed Trent’s boots and trousers, which had wrapped around his ankles. Trent lifted his feet, trying to be helpful.
Malachi rose. Trent’s gaze fixed on his lips again. He surged forward and captured Malachi’s mouth in another, desperate kiss.
Malachi made a startled noise before returning the kiss. Then Malachi guided him towards the bed. Somehow, Malachi managed to turn them around without breaking the kiss.
To be honest, Trent wasn’t really paying attention. He just went where hands and tentacles led. All that mattered was that Malachi kept touching and kissing him.
The backs of his knees hit the bedframe. Gently, Malachi lowered him.
Trent panted, gazing up at Malachi. He frowned. “Are you going to get undressed too?” After all, Trent was naked except for his drawers. It didn’t seem fair. He wanted to look on Malachi’s naked form.
Malachi smiled. “If you wish.”
“I do wish!” Trent lifted his hands, touching the fabric of Malachi’s trousers. He tugged. But it did nothing to actually remove the offending garment.
With a laugh, Malachi undid the buttons of his simple black tunic. He let it slide from his shoulders, revealing his long and lean torso. A seashell hung from a chord around his neck. Towards the centre of his torso, the skin lightened to a pale blue. Trent stared, transfixed.
Then Malachi undid his black trousers and shoved them down. The front of his drawers tented.
This is happening! This is really happening!
Malachi removed his trousers and boots, then leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Trent. The tentacles rose behind him.
Trent’s mouth dried. Malachi filled his vision, filled his whole world. Nothing existed but the siren before him. And he was about to have his way with Trent.
Malachi smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth. Two tentacles reached for Trent’s drawers. “Shall we remove these?”
Trent lifted his hips, and the drawers slid down his legs. His cock slapped against his belly, aching and throbbing with need. He was bare and exposed before Malachi.
The tip of a single tentacle slid from Trent’s foot, up his ankle, to his knee, and to his thigh. For half a second, it paused, tip teasing the skin of his hip.
Trent held his breath.
Then the tentacle wrapped around his cock and squeezed.