Chapter 5 #2
I reached up once again, plucking at the connection that spanned the space between us. Cirian let out a shudder as I did, as if I’d brushed my fingers along the most tender of flesh.
“Is this connection between us merely a shared longing for Tobias, or has something else bloomed alongside it?”
Cirian watched me, his dark eyes filled with a wealth of questions that I wanted to wash away.
“Do you not feel the same?” I asked, sudden anxiety swelling in my gut. Did he not struggle with the same tangle of emotions I’d been failing to sort through? Perhaps I was nothing more than a distraction to him—a way to temporarily assuage his longing for Tobias.
I wouldn’t fault him if that were the case.
Cirian did not respond. At least, not with words.
Instead, he crawled forward on the sofa, knocking pillows to the floor as he drew closer, pausing just shy of my face.
With one last shaky breath, he closed the distance between us, pressing his lips into mine with enough force that the armrest behind dug into my back.
His breath quickly mixed with mine, his lips parting to open himself to me, and this kiss that spoke the words we’d both been dancing around.
My hands rose to catch him at the waist as he continued his advance, the weight of him coming down on me as he maneuvered one leg over mine to straddle my lap.
The silken material of his robe bunched around my hands, and as he pulled away from me, he pulled at the fastened knot that held it closed, undoing it with a single tug.
My breath hitched as he shrugged off the silk robe, letting it pool around his hips.
“I feel a great many things for you, Bast,” he said, voice thick with our shared desire. “You’re infuriating at times. Insufferable at others. An absolute wet blanket of a chap, honestly.”
I removed my hands from his waist. “This is a piss-poor attempt at flattery.”
His warm hands wrapped around mine, guiding them back to his body. “You also make me feel safe when you’re nearby. You make me feel like I’m more than just my title. Like I’m allowed to be just Cirian, not the Acolyte. I can shed the lacquer and varnish of my station and just be.”
He leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss atop my forehead.
“You certainly feel a lot,” I muttered, a trill running up my spine as Cirian shifted back in my lap, friction causing my cock to stiffen.
“Not all of us have the luxury of being emotionally stunted, Bast.”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips. Cirian’s hands found their way around the nape of my neck as he pulled himself forward, our noses nearly touching.
“So, to answer your question, Bastien—yes. Despite my better judgment, affection for you has taken root, and there’s little I can do to change the fact. The question that yet remains is, what are we going to do about it?”
“I have several ideas,” I admitted, the urge to devour him in another kiss nearly winning out.
Cirian vibrated with laughter. “Show me, then.”
My hands migrated from his hips, hooking under the lingering silken robe and gripping the soft mounds of his ass.
My fingers sank into the tender flesh, euphoric heat building in my gut as my cock strained against my undergarments.
A soft whimper escaped Cirian’s lips, but I swallowed it in a kiss, my tongue dancing along his own in a swirl of heated passion.
Cirian bucked his hips backward, grinding his thinly veiled ass against my crotch with enough force that stars exploded into my vision.
My physical needs had long been neglected in favor of research and study. Now they came forward all at once, my face flushing with the searing heat of lust delayed. If things continued in such a manner, it wouldn’t be long before I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.
Cirian’s hands abandoned their hold on my neck, pulling the draped robe from him and tossing it aside. He lingered in that moment, the entirety of his pale, unblemished body on full display for me as he stared down with eyes of pitch.
“Beautiful,” I muttered before I could stop myself.
Cirian leaned forward, raising himself onto his knees and lifting off me enough to access the fastening of my belt. His fingers hesitated at the clasp.
“May I level the scales?”
“Please.”
His grin widened, those dark eyes taking on a mischievous glint as he set to work unfastening my belt and the button of my trousers.
The instant relief of my cock being freed from its confinement was enough to coax a sigh from my lips.
Cirian chuckled as he pulled on the elastic band of my undergarments, pulling them down till they fell around my ankles.
I shivered at the sudden exposure to the cool air, but then Cirian lowered himself back onto my lap, and any thoughts of cold vanished from me.
With strong, sure motions, he pressed himself against my cock, sliding it between the mounds of his ass with practiced skill. Cirian let out a shuddered exhale, and I was suddenly aware of his own cock, hard and glistening at the tip as it dragged across my abdomen.
“Gods,” I breathed, my eyes rolling back as he repeated the motion, the warmth of his flesh trailing along mine. If he continued in this manner, I would certainly come undone. My hands returned to his waist, silently guiding his motions as he ground against me. “You’re good at that.”
“Another compliment, Bast?” Cirian teased, pressing into me again with renewed vigor. “I should have taken my clothes off ages ago. I’m good at a great many things, actually. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?”
“Be my guest.”
With another burst of laughter, Cirian lifted off of me, quickly kneeling between my legs. His fingers wrapped around the base of my cock as he stared, lips parted with anticipation.
“Something wrong?”
Cirian blinked, his gaze lifting to me once again as he gave a sheepish smile. “Absolutely not,” he replied. “I was just entranced by the beauty of your cock.”
I snorted a laugh. “Please never say that again.”
“I speak the truth!” Cirian defended, keeping his hold on me.
“Then speak less of it,” I told him, cupping his chin in my palm. “In fact, speak less of everything and show me these supposed talents.”
Cirian licked his lips, pumping my cock once, twice, three times before I released my grip on his chin.
He lowered his head gingerly, deliberately slow, drawing closer and closer to his prize as he continued to work the base of my cock.
I winced at the tight coiling of my muscles as his lips grazed the head, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to distract myself from the waves of pleasure rolling up my body.
With a final look of defiant glee, Cirian’s mouth wrapped around my cock, enveloping me in a wet heat that forced my toes to curl.
He bobbed his head, half of my shaft vanishing into his mouth, then again, and he nearly took the entirety of it.
With a third pass, I felt the head of my cock hit the back of his throat, and his body tensed as he gagged, quickly pulling off in a one swift motion as he gasped for air.
A string of saliva stretched from the tip of my cock to his lips as he looked up at me once more, panting.
“Was that the best you could do?” I asked, wagering that the teasing would be something he found pleasurable. “You hardly got the whole thing down.”
Cirian's eyes narrowed, his grip on the base of my cock tightening.
He leaned forward, swallowing as much as he could in one pass.
Once again, I hit the back of his throat, but this time he managed not to gag, pulling off a few inches, then doubling down again.
With a quick inhale through his nose, Cirian pressed further, his throat opening up to accommodate my cock, and his nose pressed into the nest of curly hair at the base.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around the back of his head and pressing him down further till he gagged once more.
His eyes watered as he dismounted, coughing.
“That wasn’t half bad,” I told him, brushing a loc out of my eyes. “You’re a passable cocksucker, Cirian.”
“Kinder words have never been spoken,” he managed, his voice hoarse.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” I told him, shaking myself free of the trousers around my ankles and rising from the sofa.
I shed my shirt next, letting it fall to the floor that was now littered with clothing.
Cirian took my place on the sofa, stretching his long arms above his head and letting them dangle off the back.
I knelt between his legs, prying them open as I did so.
His cock was rigid, resting against the soft, pale skin of his abdomen.
It was already leaking, creating a small puddle at the tip.
The adorable sight ignited something in my gut, and I had to keep myself from revealing just how eager I was to taste him.
The game we were playing was more fun if I stayed aloof.
Taking hold of his cock, I lifted it upward, enjoying his reaction as I stroked him.
His expression scrunched, and he let out another whimper, the slick trail from the tip of his dick dribbling down onto my fingers.
With another pump, he full-on whined, and I wanted nothing more than to mount him right there.
But there was a tempo I was trying to set.
Slowly, I trailed my tongue along the slit of his cock, tasting the sweet saltiness of the dew that glistened there.
Cirian let out a hiss between his teeth, and I took that as my sign to continue.
His cock slid along my tongue with ease, and with one smooth motion, I took him to the hilt, exhaling through my nose as I reached the bottom.
“Source save me,” Cirian muttered, his muscles tensing as he desperately clutched the cushion behind him.
Raising off till only his head remained in my mouth, I descended, pumping his cock with my mouth. The noises coming from him ceased any resemblance to words, and with each pass of my tongue, they grew louder.