Chapter 25 #2
“Dunno. But we got a whole ass future ahead of us to find out, don’t we?”
“Damn skippy.”
After saying farewell to everyone, Seymour and Day went back home. Seymour wasn’t sure how to feel about seeing Marsha like that, as if his very thoughts had somehow summoned her. That was a creepy thing to consider, but really small in the grand scheme of his life over the last month or so.
Inherited millions from his murdered witch father, fell in love with an angel, adopted a kitty cat girl, and was the personal foodie of a faerie king.
Yeah, not so much.
Back at the condo, Day and Sariel did a few chores, put away laundry, and discussed what to do for dinner.
Since it wasn’t likely that Sariel would be home anytime soon and Seymour had the cooking skills of a cardboard box, they opted for takeout.
Even though the Erymanthian boar jerky helped satisfy Day’s immense appetite, there were still times like this they decided to splurge.
What was the point of being rich if they couldn’t cater a sushi party on a whim for the two of them?
Lou had recommended getting a trust and some stocks and a bunch of other fancy stuff set up to protect the money and make sure it would last, and Seymour had agreed to look into it.
He didn’t want to be like one of those big lottery winners who blew everything in a mere matter of weeks.
No sooner had the words left his lips was there a flurry of messages on his phone confirming the opening of several new accounts with various banks and stock trading companies.
Talos, of course.
There were some serious benefits to being food besties with a faerie king.
Once the food had been delivered, Seymour asked them to please set up the buffet in the living room. Yes, he got a few strange looks, but he couldn’t explain that he and his kitty girl were going to binge watch Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell while they pigged out on sushi together.
After devouring a few grown men’s full body weight in sashimi, nigiri, and more, Day opted to leave a selection for Sariel to have whenever he came home. Seymour took the leftovers to the fridge, and by the time he came back, Day was fast asleep.
He smiled and carefully sat back down beside her. His smile grew as she immediately plastered herself against his side, her little claws pricking at his shirt. He hugged her close, kicked his feet up, and let himself drift.
Only one thing could make this better, and that was…
Ah.
The rustle of wings came to Seymour’s ears, and he smirked, not opening his eyes as he murmured, “You know, we do have a front door.”
“Yes, but I am not fit for public viewing,” Sariel said in a tone that indicated he was pouting.
“Not fit for…?” Seymour blinked his eyes open and then tried not to shout.
Sariel’s suit was torn at his shoulder, the fabric still melding back together, and there was a black liquid splattered across his face.
Seymour had to both quickly and carefully extricate himself from Day’s cuddles so he could rush into Sariel’s arms, hissing frantically. “Sariel! Is that fuckin’ blood?
Sariel blinked. “It is not mine.”
“That does not make me feel better.” Seymour patted over him to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be before pulling Sariel into a tight hug. “Missed you, Daddy.”
“Missed you too, my stella.” Sariel petted the back of Seymour’s head. “Are you all right?”
“I’m great. Just another day of hangin’ out, shoppin’—”
Day snored abruptly.
“Ah, the little one is sleeping?” Sariel smiled fondly.
“Yes.” Seymour chuckled. “You shoulda seen the sushi feast we had. Saved some for you in the—”
Sariel kissed him, his wings fluttering and hands curling around Seymour to hug him close.
God, yes.
Seymour melted against Sariel’s body, hugging his neck and sliding his other hand up toward those gorgeous wings. There was a throb, a heated moment of tension that promised future pleasure, and it was so easy to get lost within it. “Hey.” He panted. “But you’re really okay?”
“I am okay.” Sariel smiled. “Let us get Day into bed, yes?”
“Yeah. Sounds good, Daddy.”
Sariel reverently carried Day into her room so he could tuck her into the fluffy blankets of her canopy bed.
Seymour followed to make sure she got her favorite stuffed animal—a giant plush cat with a weirdly long body.
Together, they made little adjustment to the covers, turned off the light, and switched on a lamp that cast constellations all around the walls and ceiling. Everything was quiet, peaceful even, and they both lingered in the doorway to make sure Day remained soundly in dream land.
“Must have been quite the feast,” Sariel joked.
“Pretty sure she ate Shamu,” Seymour replied with a laugh.
“I do not know—”
“No. No.” Seymour made a face. “Bad example. So bad. Let’s just say a lot, okay? Okay.” He tried wiping the sticky mess off Sariel’s face, but after a moment it simply vanished. “Hey, that’s just cheating.”
“I apologize. I thought it was worrying you.”
“All that matters is that you’re home.” Seymour smiled. “Right where you should be, Daddy.”
“Then all is well. Are you ready for bed too?” Sariel gave Seymour a gentle hug, rubbing his back.
“Eh, I dunno.” Seymour sighed dramatically. “Today was a very hard day of doin’ absolutely nothin’. I am very tired.”
“But you said you went shopping. That is not nothing.”
“Okay, right, but like, shopping ain’t exactly strenuous.”
“I will not be upset if you wish to sleep.”
Seymour laughed. “Look, I’m interested in going to bed, but not going to bed.”
Sariel stared for a long moment before his eyes twinkled. “Ah, yes.” He swept Seymour up into his arms. “To bed then.”
Seymour chuckled and kissed Sariel’s cheek. “See, now you got it.”
Sariel cradled him close as he headed to their bedroom. “Yes. I have got you. I am very happy.”
“Me too.” Seymour closed his eyes, his heart thumping. “For as long as I can.”
Sariel tensed. “Pardon?”
Seymour shrugged. “C’mon now. You livin’ for eons? Day’s undead? Squishy bag of meat here. I know the time I got is just the time I got. And I intend to spend every second of it with you and her, makin’ the best of what I have left.”
“Oh.” Sariel frowned as he carried Seymour over to the bed, pausing to shut the door behind them.
“Hey.” Seymour smiled as Sariel stretched him out across the sheets. “Don’t look like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve just realized I’m mortal and you two are gonna be here long after me.” Seymour chuckled, drawing Sariel in for a soft kiss. He spread his legs so Sariel could slot between them, and he heard the rustle of Sariel’s wings.
He could feel the tension lingering in Sariel’s body, and he squeezed Sariel’s hips, urging him to turn.
“What is it?” Sariel blinked down at him.
“Get naked and roll over.” Seymour grinned. “It’s my turn to take care of you for a change, huh?”
“I do not understand.”
“I’m the Daddy for, like, two seconds.”
“Oh.” Sariel pouted but shifted so he could lay beside Seymour, his clothes fading away since they were nothing but a thought for him.
Seymour had to strip manually of course, undressing down to his boxers in a quick flurry that nearly took him off the bed. He crawled over to straddle Sariel’s thighs and slid his hands over the globes of his ass, his lower back, and higher still toward where his wings connected at his shoulders.
Sariel shivered. “Oh… This is… nice.”
“Yeah?” Seymour kept up the light caresses, tracing over firm muscle and soft skin. “I know it’s not, well, that it’s not really you, but I hope it feels good.” He moved back to Sariel’s wings and massaged around their thick bases.
“Ah!” Sariel jerked.
Seymour froze. “What’s wrong?”
“They are sensitive.” Sariel shivered. “But in… a very euphoric way.”
Seymour noted how Sariel’s face flushed and the way his muscles shuddered beneath his skin. He grinned. “You mean in a sexy way?”
“Yes, that.”
Seymour returned to touching Sariel’s wings, tracing up the firm frame—he didn’t know what parts of wings were called—and along where the soft feathers attached. “So, this… feels good?”
Sariel moaned. “Yes.”
Always eager to find new ways to pleasure Sariel and his unique anatomy, Seymour continued to stroke along each feature and back up, again and again. Watching how Sariel squirmed was thrilling, and he tried to pinpoint exactly where and how to elicit the strongest response.
There, right where the feathers attached, seemed to be it, judging by how Sariel suddenly rutted his hips into the bed.
“Feelin’ good, Daddy?” Seymour purred.
“Yes. So good.” Sariel gasped. “More please.”
Seymour worked his fingers along each individual feather and the bone above—he really needed to figure out what this was called, especially since Sariel seemed to enjoy it so much.
Sariel groaned, louder than before, grinding faster now. “Ah… Seymour.” He was breathless, his tone urgent and tinged with faint surprise. “Yes.”
“Oh, Daddy’s hot for some wingplay, huh?
” Seymour grinned slyly and bowed his head, his tongue flicking out to give the feathers an experimental lick.
They were soft, oddly smooth, and didn’t taste like anything in particular.
He felt Sariel buck beneath him, so he did it again with a more confident lap.
“Ah!” Sariel cried.
“Good, Daddy?”
“Very.” Sariel inhaled sharply. “I am… close.”
Seymour glanced over Sariel, finding that he was trembling and sweating.
The muscles beneath his human skin were writhing frantically, and a few gleaming eyeballs had broken through as he struggled to maintain this form.
“I’ve got you, Daddy.” He mouthed at the base of Sariel’s left wing. “Mmm, I’ve got you… Just let go.”
“Ah, Seymour.” Sariel whimpered. “I…”