Chapter 36
Chapter
Thirty-Six
As Malachi kissed Trent, he couldn’t help but feel that something was off.
He couldn’t put his finger on what exactly. But there had been something in Trent’s smile, in his eyes, and in this kiss that didn’t feel quite right.
He’s probably just tired. Probably just exhausted from the day.
Trent surged forward, arms tight around Malachi. His tongue slipped into Malachi’s mouth. The niggling thoughts disappeared as Malachi lost himself in the kiss and feel of Trent’s lithe body against him.
Their tongues entwined. Malachi slid his arms and tentacles around Trent, holding him. He stroked Trent’s back with the tips of his tentacles. Trent moaned, wriggling closer.
Panting, Malachi broke the kiss. “I’ll close up, and we can go upstairs.” He stroked Trent’s cheek.
Face flushed, Trent nodded. Still, he didn’t let go.
With a wistful smile, Malachi gently extricated himself from Trent’s grip.
Trent watched Malachi’s every move as he went around the emporium and closed up. Then Trent walked to the yellow sorrow and picked up Kelby, but he barely looked at her. His gaze kept fixing on Malachi.
The niggling worry returned.
Something is wrong. Perhaps Trent’s siblings had said something after Malachi left. Perhaps they hadn’t liked Malachi. They made their way upstairs, and Trent put Kelby in her terrarium.
Malachi embraced Trent. “Everything all right?”
Trent nodded. “Make love to me,” Trent said, brown eyes pleading.
Malachi wondered if he should press.
I’m probably just overreacting. I’m probably seeing things that aren’t there.
Then Trent kissed him, clutching at Malachi, fingers gripping hard. Trent did not seem to want to let Malachi go, even for a second.
Which made it hard for Malachi to undress them. But he managed to get them both naked, dropping their clothes on the floor. He moved them towards the bed and lowered Trent onto his back. Trent spread his legs, and Malachi lay in between, pressing Trent into the mattress.
Trent’s arms remained wrapped around him. Trent thrust up, hard cock bumping against Malachi’s.
“I want you inside me.” Trent’s hands caressed his back, grasping his arse and squeezing. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me. Please.” His fingernails dug into Malachi’s arse.
Malachi groaned at the pure need in Trent’s tone. He pressed his lips to Trent’s throat before he tore himself away. He grabbed the jar of lubricant made from red seaweed that they kept by the bed and opened it.
He dipped his fingers into the gelatinous liquid, reached between Trent’s spread thighs, and sought his entrance. Trent tilted his head back and moaned as Malachi teased his entrance with two fingers.
With one of his tentacles, Malachi stroked Trent’s slender throat and down his chest, suckers tugging at skin. Trent bit his lip.
“Please,” Trent begged. “I need you, Malachi. Please.”
Malachi slid his fingers free, slicked his prick, and moved between Trent’s spread thighs. Trent’s gaze met his. He reached up and gripped Malachi’s face, drawing him closer until their foreheads pressed together. Their warm breaths mingled between them.
Malachi reached down and guided his cock to Trent’s entrance. Malachi slid forward, inch by inch, filling Trent with his prick.
Trent’s mouth fell open, his eyes remaining fixed on Malachi’s. Trent’s body enveloped his cock, gripping him tight.
Malachi shuddered as he sank his dick completely into Trent’s body. For several moments, he held still, their heavy breathing the only sound.
Then he pulled back slightly. He thrust.
Trent gasped.
Malachi slid in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm. They moved together. Trent undulated, meeting Malachi’s thrusts. He whimpered. His fingers glided over Malachi’s back and arse, urging him on.
“Yes. Yes!” Trent hooked his legs around Malachi’s thighs. “You feel so good inside me.” His arms encircled Malachi’s shoulders, squeezing him tight.
Malachi lowered his head and kissed Trent. Their bodies rocked. Trent’s length lay trapped between them.
Malachi’s prick slid in and out of Trent’s tight hole. Slowly the tension built inside him, bit by bit. Bliss pumped through his veins. He used his knees against the bed to get some purchase so he could thrust deeper and harder into Trent’s willing body.
Breaking the kiss, Malachi sucked air into his lungs as he kept fucking Trent.
“Malachi! Malachi, I l—” Then suddenly Trent’s whole body tightened. His arms and legs spasmed around Malachi. He yelled, and warm cum spilled between them.
Trent’s inner muscles squeezed impossibly tight around Malachi’s dick. With a cry, Malachi pistoned his hips, shoving as deep as he could into Trent’s channel, which clenched around his shaft. He shuddered and spilled inside Trent.
He sagged forward. Trent caught his lips in a slow kiss. Malachi ran a hand through Trent’s hair. Trent sank into the sheets.
Malachi pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll go clean us up.” He rose.
With a damp cloth, he first wiped at Trent’s skin, washing every inch of him. Then he dried him with another cloth. Trent’s eyes drifted shut at the gentle ministrations, his limbs limp and sated. Malachi tucked a sheet over Trent and then cleaned himself.
Perhaps Trent just needed a good fuck after a rough day.
He smiled down at Trent. “How about some tea?”
Trent gave a lazy nod.
Malachi moved around the small room. He lit the fire and put the kettle on. He checked on Kelby. He glanced at Trent, whose eyes remained closed. As Malachi waited for the kettle to boil, he glanced around his home, admiring the decorations that brightened the drab space.
As he made the tea, he started to hum. He stood, carrying the cups.
He stopped humming and froze. Tea sloshed over the sides of the cups.
Malachi’s mouth fell open. He’d not hummed since Forathia’s death. He’d not hummed, nor whistled, nor sung since Forathia had died years ago.
And what had he been humming? He’d not recognised the tune.
He stared at the spilled tea on the floor, heart pounding.
He’d lost his siren’s songs and his voice the moment he’d lost Forathia.
So what does this mean? What does it mean if I am humming again?
Swallowing, he collected himself. He placed the cups down and went to get a cloth to clean up the spilled tea, for now pushing aside the question.