26. Chapter Twenty-Six
~Leo~
When I took Kalo to the patrol cabin, I didn’t have any ulterior motive. It sounded naive, perhaps, as we sat there naked and panting, but my entire focus had been on getting him warm.
Keeping him safe.
Making him happy.
For one day, I wanted to make his wishes come true, and I never imagined his wish would centre around me.
But with the high of my orgasm slowly ebbing, I knew that even if I could wish for anything, the last thing in the world I wanted was to be anywhere else, doing anything else, with anyone else.
Even if whatever came next terrified me just a little.
“I should… uh… clean that up, I guess,” I said, gesturing to the mess I’d made mostly over my own body.
Kalo continued to stroke my cock almost lazily as it began to soften. “What’s the point when you’re going to get dirty again right away? How fast can you come again, anyway?”
“I don’t know.”
The words were a lie, and Kalo clocked it immediately, looking up at me with a growing grin. “Yes, you do. How fast?”
He didn’t need to know I’d timed myself before, simply because I liked statistics. “On average, about two minutes.”
“Two minutes.” He sounded impressed as he repeated the words, his hand still not leaving my cock. Each slide of his fingers along my shaft sent sparks tingling beneath my skin, and a rush of blood immediately followed.
If he kept that up, he might set a new record.
“What about you?” I asked, desperate to take the attention off my dick for a second. “How long does it take you to recover?”
“Usually half an hour or so, at least as a human. I didn’t get much of a chance to test it as a genie.”
That brought up something else I’d been wondering about ever since he mentioned using the olive oil. “If you haven’t done any of… this… for a long time, is it a good idea to just jump right back in? So to speak.”
Kalo’s laugh had the strange ability to both embarrass me and please me at the same time.
I knew he wasn’t laughing at me, but I also knew he found me amusing.
Not very many people did. I was always the serious one in the group, the one people went to with practical questions, not to have a good time.
Kalo seemed to see a different side of me, one I hadn’t even really known was there.
Or maybe it was only there when I was around him.
“We’ll do a little bit of preparation first,” he promised, finally releasing my cock so he could reach over and grab the bottle of olive oil.
Selfishly, I wanted his hand back on me again, but I was also entranced as I watched him drop some of the oil onto his fingers, rubbing it until they were coated.
Without any self-consciousness or shame, he fully unwrapped himself from the blanket, laid it on the floor to create a bit of a cushion, and laid down on his back on top of it.
His cock was hard too, even harder than mine, lying heavily across his pelvis, but my attention was riveted lower as he spread his legs, pulling his bent knees up to his chest, and reached between them. His oil-slicked fingers found his hole, and he pushed them slowly inside, to the first knuckle.
I didn’t even realize my mouth was hanging open until I went to swallow and had to close it.
“Will you help get me ready?” he asked softly, and I dragged my gaze back up to his face, to those beautiful amber eyes watching me with curious anticipation. “Oil your fingers. I’ll show you what to do.”
Obediently, I took some of the oil, repeating the actions he’d just taken, until the fingers of my right hand were covered.
Getting onto my knees, I knelt beneath him and took a moment to admire his lean, supple body, his white hair splayed around his head, and his fingers still kneading the opening between his legs.
“Take my hand,” he encouraged, removing his fingers from his ass long enough to reach out for me, and I immediately took it, grateful for the instruction.
I didn’t want to hurt him, but fuck, I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to know what his fingers felt during their exploration. I wanted to be inside him.
I’d never wanted anything in quite the same way before.
Kalo guided my hand back to his hole, folding down my other fingers until only my index finger was extended. His skin was warm, even before the sparks, and as the tip of my finger disappeared inside him, I let out a shuddering breath.
“Fuck,” I breathed, and Kalo groaned in agreement.
“Those sparks are something else.”
I loved that he felt them too, even if they weren’t as strong for him as they were for me. Slowly, I ran my finger around the edge of his opening, pushing gently against the flesh, and he groaned again.
“Good. Keep doing that, then add another finger. Go up to three when you’re ready.”
When I was ready? I frowned down at my hand, the fingers suddenly looking thicker than they ever had before. “Are you sure?”
Kalo let out a breathless laugh. “If I’m going to take your cock, three will be fine.”
My gaze instantly lowered to my dick, making the mental calculation, and Kalo laughed again.
“Don’t measure them. I promise, I’ll tell you if we need to take a break. Just keep touching me, please.”
Phrased that way, I couldn’t disobey. My fingertip did another circle of his hole, and another.
Convinced that I had the general idea, Kalo let go of my hand, gripping his knees to hold them in place.
Slowly, I added a second finger, going in only as deep as the first knuckle.
My own ass clenched as I tried to imagine what it would feel like, but Kalo stayed relaxed, his breathing steady besides the occasional grunt or groan that sounded more like pleasure than discomfort.
When I added the third finger, he whimpered, and I immediately froze. “Too much?”
“No,” he exhaled. “Fuck, no. Don’t stop.”
Tentatively, I began to move again, my fingers dipping in deeper and stretching wider as he continued to whisper words of encouragement.
Out of some instinct I didn’t even know I had, my left hand drifted up to his balls, and Kalo groaned again as my fingers brushed them.
Emboldened, I applied a little more pressure while the fingers of my right hand pushed deeper.
“Fuck, Leo.” Hearing him say my name made my heart vibrate in a way I couldn’t fully explain. “That’s enough. Use the oil on your cock, a lot of it, and fuck me, please.”
Again, I was glad that he laid it out for me, telling me exactly what to do and what he wanted. I would happily oblige.
My fingers slipped against the bottle when I picked it up again, almost dropping it, but I managed not to let go entirely.
Pooling a generous amount in my palm, I stroked my stiff cock, letting out a soft groan of my own at the contact.
I’d been so focused on him, I hadn’t realized just how hard I’d gotten.
Kalo said to use a lot, so I made sure every inch was covered.
When I turned back to him, he drew his knees in even tighter, tilting his hips up to give me better access, and I used my hand to steady the head of my cock at his hole.
Fuck, this was really happening.
“Please,” Kalo breathed again, like he thought I might be about to change my mind, when really, I’d just been too overwhelmed to remember exactly what I was supposed to do next.
As gingerly as possible, my hips moved forward while I kept my eyes fixed on his face, looking for any trace of discomfort.
He winced as my thick head pushed past his opening, squeezing me so tight I almost came immediately, but his face soon relaxed as I moved deeper.
His golden eyes were closed, his lips parted, and he looked much more like an angel than a genie, his white hair framing his head like a halo.
“Is this okay?”
I had to be sure, and to my relief, Kalo nodded. “Stop worrying. Enjoy yourself. I couldn’t be happier.”
The swell of pride inside my chest almost managed to drown out my lust, but as soon as I dropped my gaze down to where our bodies were now joined, my cock almost completely buried inside him, a fresh wave of desire washed over me.
It almost felt too good, seeing it and feeling it at the same time, and when I began to roll my hips, a low groan rumbled in my throat.
“Fuck…I can’t… it’s too much.”
“Come if you want to, Leo,” Kalo whispered with a laugh. “Let go. I can wait two minutes for you to recover.”
It only took one more shallow thrust for me to follow his instructions once again.
My cock emptied inside him, but I didn’t pull out.
Breathing hard, I grabbed onto his cock with my oily hand and began stroking him while I gave myself a moment to be ready again.
Kalo’s head rolled to the side, his eyes still closed, whispering words in a language I wondered if anyone else alive would understand.
When I began to move my hips again, still stroking his cock at the same time, the words broke apart until he was only gasping syllables.
With each moment, my confidence grew, seeing exactly how much I could make him lose himself, and I began to fuck him in earnest.
I came again, just before he erupted in my hand. And I came again, after he rolled onto his side and let me spoon up against him, still buried deep inside him. It felt never-ending, and yet over far too soon at the same time.
After we were both completely spent, Kalo fell asleep in my arms. Silo did the same inside my head, more completely sated than I’d ever known him to be.
And I lay there, thinking about how Kalo had risked his life for love, and lost. At last, I could begin to understand why he made that choice.
Because I was in love with my mate, and if it came down to sacrificing my own happiness for his, I would do it, even if it meant letting him walk away in the end.