31. Shey Thrudesh-Vo #2
“Give me the lube. You get undressed.”
Tyche nodded but didn’t move otherwise. It was as if the signals weren’t going from his brain to the rest of his body.
“Ty?”
“Oh! Right!” He tossed the bottle to Shey and started getting undressed, throwing his clothes about the room without a care. He hurried to the bed and stopped. “Where do you want me?”
“Exactly where you were.”
A wicked glint entered Tyche’s eyes, and he jumped onto the bed, crawling up Shey’s body.
Shey couldn’t take his eyes off that slender body covered in pale skin and long, lean muscles.
His cock curled up toward his stomach and bobbed gently with every movement.
Shey’s mouth watered at the sight of it, and he wanted to suck him until he came, but not this time.
He wanted to give Tyche a new experience.
As soon as Tyche was straddling him, their cocks brushing against each other, Shey squeezed some lube onto his dick and Tyche’s. “Hold out your hand.”
Tyche tore his gaze from their cocks and presented his right hand, palm up.
Shey squeezed some of the cool gel into his palm and some into his own before setting the bottle aside.
Tyche continued to sit there with his palm held out as if he didn’t understand what Shey was plotting.
With a smirk, Shey wrapped his large hand around their cocks together and stroked.
The sound that came out of Tyche made Shey’s toes curl.
He never held back. His every emotion and desire poured out of him without reservation, and it was addictive.
Shey craved Tyche’s reactions, wanting to hear every curse, groan, and whimper.
After a few slow, long pulls, Tyche finally added his hand, holding them both together. He let Shey guide him, setting the pace. Shey clenched his teeth and grunted as the rising heat scorched his brain. At last, he could feel Tyche’s fingers touching him.
Shey reached up with his free hand and caught the nape of Tyche’s neck, pulling his lover in for a hard, possessive kiss.
His tongue thrust into Tyche’s mouth, and the most wonderful moan rumbled up Tyche’s throat.
The feel, the taste of him. It was all so addictive.
Heat rose between them, and sweat coated their skin.
And still, he wanted more. He needed to feel Tyche lose all control.
He pulled his hand from their cocks, leaving Tyche to keep stroking them, while he slid a lube-slicked finger down Tyche’s crack.
He circled his tight hole, teasing with just a hint of pressure.
A low whine broke from his lover, and Tyche jerked his hips forward, rubbing their dicks together with more force.
Shey dragged his lips across Tyche’s jaw in a messy kiss and nipped at his earlobe. “You want that, love?” he asked in a low, ragged voice. “Next time, I’m going to be so deep inside you.”
Tyche whimpered and pushed back. Shey pressed at the same time, slipping the tip of his finger into his body. Tyche removed his hand from between them and gripped Shey’s shoulder. His hips sped up, rubbing their dicks together against Shey’s stomach, sliding easily through the lube and pre-cum.
It was as if something had snapped in them.
Tyche frantically fucked his stomach, the friction driving Shey straight to the edge.
His fingers tightened in Tyche’s hair, twisting it as he pulled their mouths together.
Tyche kissed him like he needed Shey more than air.
Their tongues entwined as their cocks slid together.
Someone moaned. Shey could no longer tell who.
Heat rushed, and the slender thread holding back Shey’s orgasm snapped as Tyche cried out in pleasure.
Tyche collapsed boneless on top of Shey, panting frantically so that his hot breath gusted across Shey’s sweaty skin. Shey pulled his finger free of Tyche’s body and wrapped him in a tight embrace, trying to savor this moment as long as possible.
“Shey?”
“Yeah?”
“I was loud, wasn’t I?”
Shey choked on a laugh, his arms drawing Tyche even closer. “So fucking loud.”
Tyche giggled. “The entire house heard me, right?”
“The only ones who might not have heard you were Adrian and Haru, and that’s only if they were having sex at the same time.”
Tyche hummed happily and rested his head on Shey’s shoulder. “I’m sure they were.”
Despite being exhausted and sated, sleep continued to elude him. His mind turned, wandering along strange paths, all of them with the same goal—to keep Tyche safe.
“Ty, can I ask you a question?”
“If it’s about more sex, I think I need some time to recharge,” Tyche said, his words slightly muffled against his chest. They had reluctantly cleaned up and climbed under the covers. The room was bathed in a soft, yellow glow cast by a lamp on Shey’s side of the room.
“The last time you faced Kaes, you mentioned that I don’t belong to him anymore. What did you mean?”
Ty didn’t speak for a long time. Shey would have thought he’d fallen asleep if not for the tension he could feel humming through his smaller frame.
“Your magic is a gift from Kaes. Just a sliver of his power. Since it once belonged to him, it meant Kaes could control that magic and ultimately take it back.” Tyche paused and licked his lips.
“But you did something interesting. You didn’t simply learn to use what he gave you.
You took what tiny bit of magic humans are born with and added a piece to Kaes’s magic.
As a result, it became an entirely new piece of magic that no longer belongs to Kaes.
It is solely yours. He can never take that away. ”
“I don’t understand. What magic do humans have?”
Tyche lifted his head from Shey’s chest and smiled. “Your soul. You put a little piece of your soul into that magic, making it your own.”
“Does that mean I’m a god now?”
The minor god fell onto his back, laughing. The sound filled the room until Shey poked him in the stomach. He knew it was a long shot, but it wasn’t that funny.
“Sorry. Sorry.” Tyche rolled to him and threw an arm across his waist, cuddling him. “You’ve got a long way to go before hitting god. Even minor god. But you’re not fully human anymore.” He hummed to himself as if thinking. “How about demigod? That sounds about right.”
Demigod worked for Shey. It was a starting point. And he’d do whatever he had to in order to keep Tyche safe.