Chapter 5
Having pushed the coffee table out of the way, against one of the other couches, Cyrus, now completely nude, knelt down on the rug-covered floor of his living room, in front of the brown couch that Killian was currently sprawled out on.
Given how naked he was, all of Killian’s pearlescent skin was there for Cyrus’ eyes to feast on.
So as he hunched further, while gently lifting Killian’s left foot, his gaze slowly trickled upward, over the Siren’s lean, semi-muscular form.
There was so much to look at, from the Siren’s hairless, shapely legs, to the man’s long, hard uncut cock nestled against his taut stomach, but for a brief moment, Cyrus’ gaze was caught on the birthmark on the left side of Killian’s hip.
Made up of multiple different colors, even if faint, the mark was shaped like the spiral of a nautilus shell, and it identified the Siren as someone capable of giving birth.
It would deepen in color if the man was ever pregnant.
Flicking his eyes upward, he met Killian’s gaze as he pressed a kiss to the top of the Cryptid’s foot.
The Siren smirked down at him, a twinkle in his glowing blue eyes, as he said, “I feel you enjoy kissing my feet a bit too much. It's not a fetish you’ve hidden from me, is it?”
“No, no.” Cyrus chuckled. “The only feet I like are yours, and the only one with a fetish here is you, Baby.”
“As if you don’t enjoy it!” the man hmphed.
He smirked. “I don’t deny that. I love worshiping every inch of you, just as much as you love me doing it.”
Killian's eyes narrowed sharply. “Then get to it.”
“Impatient,” Cyrus tsked, before pressing another kiss on the man's foot.
Never breaking eye contact, he trailed kisses up the man’s leg, lightly nipping and licking as he went. Killian’s skin was cool to the touch, yet heated wherever he laid his mouth, as if it were soaking in his warmth.
The Siren’s legs were forced apart by Cyrus’ body as he moved upward, Killian's breathing coming faster while he rose. On reaching the top of his hip, he purposely bit down on the man’s birthmark. Killian gasped, arching upward with a whimper.
It was a stark contrast to how the man used to react to Cyrus touching him there.
In the beginning of their relationship, Killian had hated the mark, and he hated it even more whenever Cyrus touched it.
It had taken years of working together, but he was happy that now the only reaction he got was pleasure.
Biting down harder, his fangs broke the skin, drawing a moan from Killian’s lips, as he sucked a bit of the man’s blood into his mouth.
Fates didn’t need much blood to survive, only about a mouthful each week, but they did in fact need it.
Not that they were vampires, as those didn’t exist, much to the disappointment of humans.
After taking his fill, Cyrus carefully pulled his fangs free, the Siren whimpering as he licked at the spot.
A shudder ran through Killian’s body as he stared down into Cyrus’ intensely heated gaze, while the man licked the fertility mark on his hip.
Part of him was waiting for the disgust he used to feel whenever anyone, himself included, touched it, to rise up, but it didn’t.
All he felt was hot and needy, knowing the powerful man knelt between his legs wanted to be there and was there willingly. And what a man he was.
There were taut muscles and tawny-bronze skin wherever he looked, not to mention the hard and very large uncut cock dangling between the man's legs that was all for him. Though the size of the man's hands, and the veins running through them, were enough to turn Killian on.
He was a bit thankful that Cyrus’ couches were raised higher than normal. It made the position a hell of a lot easier with how tall the Fate was. At the very least, it was better for the man’s back.
Cyrus pressed one more kiss on the mark, before pushing both of his legs back, setting them on his shoulders. Killian said nothing, he just let himself be maneuvered and dragged further down the couch, putting more of him on display. His hole twisted as it happened, a drop of slick trickling out.
The wonders of self-lubricating holes. Though it did save them on lube, it was still something even he found odd about himself.
He shuddered when Cyrus nuzzled his bearded face against his prick, it twitched as he did. Killian’s heart sped up as the Fate waited for him. The reddish-purple gaze meeting his felt so intense, it practically burned.
Cyrus was waiting for him to speak, because Cyrus was his to command. Which was a huge fucking turn-on, even though Killian knew it was more an illusion and he wouldn’t be in control for too much longer.
Licking his lips, as he threaded his fingers into Cyrus’ curly brown hair, he ordered, “Suck it.”
“As you wish,” Cyrus rasped huskily, before doing what he promised.
Killian let out a low groan as the Fate swallowed him down. Just the man’s skin against his had always felt like a furnace to him, but the wet heat of Cyrus’ mouth was almost enough to melt him.
“That’s it,” he gasped, when Cyrus swallowed around him and began to bob up and down, taking him to the root each time. The pace was fast and intense, his body winding up as his orgasm built. But just as he was about to come, Cyrus stalled.
“Cyrus!” he whined, when the man pulled back to lightly suck on his tip and tease his foreskin with his tongue, before licking down a vein in his shaft. Pre-cum spurted from his cock, even as full body shudders made their way through Killian’s body, and the promise of an imminent orgasm dwindled.
“I want to come!” he hissed.
Cyrus smirked. “Patience, Baby.”
He glared, about to snap back, but he never got a word out. A moan replaced whatever he’d intended to say when his man took him back into his mouth.
Slick now steadily trickling down his ass crack, he moaned, “Yes,” when the man started to probe his hole, before popping a finger inside. The added stimulation was almost enough to send him tumbling over, and he felt his body tighten again as he teetered on the edge.
When Cyrus suddenly clamped down around the base of his cock with his hand, Killian let out a startled yelp. Tears formed in his eyes in frustration as the man once again pushed his orgasm back.
“Cyrus!”
But the man didn’t answer, he just continued to suck, while his hand remained clamped tightly around him, preventing his release. At the same time, he was using his other hand to finger his hole. First, one finger, then two, followed by a third.
All together, it was a tortuous pleasure that would have turned him into a sobbing mess, if he could still shed tears. Instead, all he could do was tug on Cyrus’ hair while whimpering, and struggle to do…even he didn’t know what.
Killian wanted both for it to stop, and for it to never stop. So when Cyrus pulled off his cock, and stared at him smugly, his grip never loosening, as he no doubt waited for Killian to come back from the edge again, he did the only thing he could do…curse him out.
“You traitorous son of a bitch! I hope you never—” Killian’s words cut off on a gasp when the man released his cock and knocked his legs off his shoulders, before he lifted him off the couch and into his lap.
Killian didn’t have a chance to complain because Cyrus had lined his cock up and slid all the way inside him at the same time he settled him onto his lap.
They both groaned loudly while the man pressed himself inside.
The sounds became muffled when Cyrus sealed his mouth over his.
At the same time, he gripped Killian’s hips, lifted him up, and began to pump into him.
Killian whimpered as he let Cyrus have complete control. Gripping onto the Fate’s shoulders, he held on tight, clawing at the man’s back as the rhythm became more brutal and frantic.
Drips of Cyrus’ sweat hit his skin, and the sounds of the man slamming into him echoed in his ears, as their muffled moans and groans became louder.
When Cyrus changed his angle, hitting his prostate with each thrust, only seconds later, Killian broke the kiss on a scream as his orgasm violently ripped through him.
His cock bobbed, spraying cum over his chest, while Cyrus continued to pump inside him.
As he continued to shake apart, only seconds later, Cyrus followed him over the edge.
Shouting out his release, the man’s prick spasmed inside him, as his cum added extra heat.
As Cyrus’ prick gave one last jerk inside him, the Fate slowed to a stop.
Panting heavily, the sound of their heavy breathing had replaced the lewd sex noises.
Killian winced slightly when Cyrus’ spent cock slipped from his hole, and he sagged back against the couch with a tired groan as the man lowered him down onto his lap.
Cyrus gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Tired?” the man rasped, breathily.
He eyed the Fate silently for a moment, feeling all the remnants of the admittedly amazing sex they’d just had. From the man’s sweat, the wetness of slick literally coating his ass and parts of his legs, to the cum on and inside him, and…with a pout, he demanded, “Clean me, now!”
“As you wish, Baby,” the Fate chuckled.
Pulling Killian tighter against him as the Siren slept, Cyrus stared up at the metal sculpture, his eyes following the lines. Over them, the real threads of fate began to appear. But real or not, he saw nothing. The lines, just like the decorative ones beneath, were useless.
No matter how much Cyrus looked, or begged, the threads wouldn’t let him see anything beyond a few minutes into the past or future. Their knowledge remained with them.
His jaw clenched, his fangs grinding together as he growled in frustration, before sighing as the threads fell away, and he was once again just looking up at a sculpture.