~ Chapter Twelve ~ #2
Lutin snatched up the condom and lube, opened the wrapper and squeezed a drop of lube on the inside of the condom. He slipped the latex device over Regan’s cock, sending a shiver through his body. It only took another moment for Lutin to cover the condom in lube and position his body over Regan.
With a sharp inhale from both Regan and Lutin, slowly Regan was fully emerged inside Lutin.
“Mmm,” Lutin moaned as he shifted slightly.
His antlers seemed to sparkle or radiate as he got settled.
Regan experienced the tensing and the tightness from Lutin.
Regan did his best to not move, allowing Lutin a moment to get used to their body’s being together.
The feeling and the linking of their two bodies filled Regan with a closeness he hadn’t had in what now felt like a lifetime.
Not everyone needed to feel a connection with their partner, and some people didn’t need sex at all, but he wasn’t one of them.
This moment was everything he remembered and everything he missed.
Slowly, Lutin began to move as their union grew closer.
Regan watched Lutin, focusing only on him—he wanted to be there in the moment for not only himself but for Lutin.
They were together and sharing a closeness that he needed and desired.
These moments for him were bliss and he hoped Lutin felt the same way.
When he and a partner were together, connected and enjoying each other’s bodies, this is where the real magic in his world lived.
In these moments, the world melted away and nothing else mattered.
The physical was always the same, but the connection—that is where true pleasure lay for Regan.
Yes, one could get off and not need an emotional connection with the person they were with, but that wasn’t who Regan was, those encounters always made him feel empty.
How long they were joined together, Regan couldn’t say.
Was it seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years?
He didn’t know and it didn’t matter. His hand found Lutin’s throbbing cock and stroked with each movement of Lutin’s body, and soon they were in time with each other.
As their breaths grew faster and their motions quickened, in a burst of both ecstasy and energy, they exploded together.
Lutin’s antlers filled the room with a burst of warm light before quickly fading.
Warmth landed on Regan’s face, neck, and chest with drops hitting his stomach.
With an arched back, Regan’s body released everything it had, and he quaked as all the energy and power his body had burst into Lutin.
A moment passed and Lutin collapsed onto Regan, kissing him.
They embraced and shared kisses for a moment as Lutin continued to slide up and down on Regan as Regan continued to stroke Lutin, but the fervor was now gone.
As Lutin softened, he shifted slightly to release Regan.
His hand quickly reached down to remove the condom from Regan.
He rested a moment before grabbing the towel from next to them and wiping down both Regan and himself.
As he stood, he gently played with Regan’s quickly deflating manhood, winking at Regan as he made his way back to the bathroom.
The only tells of their recent encounter were a softening cock, and pinkish tints around his chest and neck. His antlers appeared normal again as well.
Antlers. I just made love with a man—a Fae man who has antlers.
The faucet turned on and Regan shifted, exhaling. His shoulders relaxed as did the rest of him. A chuckle escaped his lips. “That was incredible.”
“Agreed,” Lutin affirmed from the bathroom. “Sorry about… well, sorry about hitting you in the face.”
Regan laughed. “I didn’t mind.”
Lutin exited the bathroom, turning off the light. “Oh, kinky.”
“Not really. Just… you know… made me happy to see you enjoy yourself.”
“As if you couldn’t tell. You noticed my antlers, right?” Lutin crawled back on the bed, snuggling next to Regan.
“I noticed some kind of radiance from them, if that’s what you mean.”
“Yep. They are a big giveaway, especially when I’m going to come. Kind of like when you got all flushed and your face contorted.” Lutin reached over and ran a hand through Regan’s hair. “You were really fantastic.”
“I don’t know about that, but thank you.” Regan kissed Lutin’s cheek. “You did all the work.”
“Oh, trust me, you did plenty. You were right there with me every step of the way and I wasn’t sure I was going to last long at all.
” He smirked. “This is going to sound strange, but you really do have an amazing dick. I mean, it’s a dick, but…
well, let’s just say your dick hit all the right spots with ease. ”
Regan’s cheeks pinkened as a nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “Well, your dick is pretty spectacular as well and… I… I wouldn’t mind giving it a ride at some point.” Regan’s face heated. He didn’t know why he had such a hard time saying this. Maybe it was easier to have sex than to talk about sex.
Lutin wiggled his eyebrows. “We’ll see.” A soft exhale escaped Lutin as he snuggled lower on the bed, ensuring his antlers didn’t hit the wall. “This is nice.”
“It really is. Thank you,” Regan offered. “Thank you for showing up tonight.” He lay his head next to Lutin, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.
The alarm woke Regan with a start. He thought he closed his eyes for only a moment, but clearly, he dropped off to sleep.
He reached behind him and pulled his phone over and turned off the alarm.
He allowed his eyes to focus, and Lutin lay next to him, eyes closed and breath coming steady with ease.
“I could crush that thing with a snap of my fingers,” Lutin huffed but a smile ran across his lips as his eyes remained closed.
“Sorry, I forgot I had my alarm set.”
“Does that mean you have to work today?” Lutin’s eyes opened.
“I do. As much as I’d love to spend the day here in bed?—”
“Duty calls.” Lutin tossed the duvet off his naked body.
Regan noted he appeared as beautiful as he did the night before—however, his wounds and bruises were almost gone.
Much to Regan’s surprise, there were dark monotone nature-inspired branches, flowers, and plant tattoos around his upper arms and shoulders.
He had all but forgotten Lutin had tattoos.
They weren’t there yesterday. In the center of his chest below his collarbone was an intricate branch design that appeared more like a family crest than some kind of actual plant or tree.
“I forgot about your tattoos.” He ran a hand over the marking on Lutin’s chest.
“They aren’t really tattoos. I mean, they are, but they aren’t—they’re my protection charms,” Lutin offered. “Their reappearance means I’m almost healed.”
“Wow.”
“That one”—Lutin placed his hand over Regan’s on his chest—“is my clan.”
“I thought you were a Celtic Fae?” Regan asked, liking the feel of his hand on Lutin’s chest.
“I am, but my clan is Nature; the natural environment is where I pull my power from. It’s also why the enchantments are the last to come back when I’m healing. I’m pulling a lot of energy from nature—part of why I have my cottage up in Boulder Creek.”
“Does this mean you’re all healed?” Regan peeked up at Lutin’s antlers.
“Almost, besides my antlers.” He reached up to feel the nub of the broken piece, a frown tugging at his lips. “However, my damaged antlers won’t affect me or my abilities. Spending time with you last night helped.” Lutin winked.
Regan’s cheeks pinkened. “Glad I could do something.”
Lutin moved Regan’s hand down his chest and over his stomach to his awakening cock. “You could help some more if you want.”
A breath escaped Regan’s lips as his own dick began to wake up. “Ugh, as much as I’d love to…”
“You have to work.” Lutin huffed with a pout.
“Sorry. Unless you can use your magic reset trick—then we can fool around all we want and you reset us.”
“You wouldn’t remember and time doesn’t actually reset, just us.”
“Well, crap.” Regan dropped back on the pillow.
Lutin released Regan’s hand and kissed his forehead. “It’s fine. Are you going to come to the cabin Friday?”
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m not sure if the Twins will be talking to me by then.”
“Why don’t you come up and we can try and reach them, talk some sense into them? And if not, we can hump like bunnies all weekend.” Lutin beamed.
“Bunnies, huh?”
“Or like two grown ass men with raging hard-ons,” Lutin offered instead.
Regan squinched his eyes together. “I think I prefer the bunny analogy.”
“Thought you might.” Lutin laughed. “Now go do your work thing. I should check in on Blaise and ensure there hasn’t been any fallout from what happened the other day.”
Before getting out of bed, Regan gave Lutin a kiss on the cheek and made his way to the bathroom.
By the time he finished in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, he found the bed made and the room tidied up.
Atop the bed was a note next to a big leafy white flower Regan didn’t recognize.
The flower was lovely. He picked up both items and sniffed the flower, smelling a sweet kind of vanilla, but vanilla couldn’t be right—the scent had to be something else. He opened the note.
I made you some breakfast and tidied up. If I stayed I would have not allowed you to leave, especially after seeing how sexy your backend looked in the morning light. See you Friday.
Lutin
Regan chuckled and placed the flower and note on the nightstand. He peeked at his phone. If he hurried, he’d have time to eat the meal Lutin prepared for him, still giving him enough time to get to work and start his day.
Probably a good thing Lutin left. I don’t think I would have easily left knowing I could’ve spent more time with him.