21. Leo
Chapter 21
Leo
“I promise.”
I gasp. A noise like a sail cracking splits the air. Wind ruffles my hair and beats on my shoulders. Energy crackles and buzzes like the hum of an electricity pylon. The air is a lot warmer than it was a few seconds ago. It’s intense, like the dry heat of the desert zone at Tropical World. I have an urge to turn around, to look, but Kai holds me tight, and his words ring in my ears. Promise you won’t look .
“Kai?”
“I’ve got you, Leo. I won’t let you fall.”
“You won’t—?” Is he going to fly? Is he going to take me flying? The breath rushes out of my lungs.
I trust Kai, but I grab his arms and cling on all the same. My fingers and palms tingle where they connect with his suddenly hot skin. His arms don’t look any different, but the power emanating from him is palpable. We rise on a gust of wind until we’re above the ground, my feet dangling in the air, and ascend higher towards the stars.
“Can—can anyone see us?”
The road, which is becoming more distant by the second, is quiet. Ahead, a solitary pair of headlights winds closer.
“No. It would be bad for anyone to see me in this form.”
His true form. I want to see it so badly, yet I know I never can.
We stop rising and hang in the air. Kai’s wings beat steadily, ruffling my hair. He rests his chin on my shoulder and nuzzles against my neck. The air should be cool up here, but the cracking energy surrounding him warms it. The countryside is like a dark patchwork blanket beneath us. Fields form the patches, dry-stone walls the stitching between them. The rippling movement of a river reflects the stars and moonlight. It’s so beautiful I want to cry.
“Kai—” I don’t know what to say.
He holds me tighter, his embrace strong and comforting. I’m not afraid. How could I be in his arms?
“Should we be doing this?”
“No clue.”
I chuckle. “Well, you haven’t been struck by lightning.”
“Right! So it must be okay.”
“Yes.” I stroke the back of his hand. “Thank you.”
“Do you want to see more?”
I swallow. Do I want to see England courtesy of Guardian Angel Airlines? It’s a silly question. Of course I do. As far as I know, I’ll never get this chance again.
“Yes.”
“I won’t let you fall,” he whispers.
His wingbeats become almighty cracks. He angles us into the breeze, and we rush through the air, the land undulating beneath us. Quiet roads become busier ones, headlights following one another, the occupants of the cars oblivious to us flying above them. It’s electrifying and dizzying. I’ve flown in planes, but it’s nothing like this. The wind rushes through my hair and chills my skin, yet Kai’s embrace keeps me warm. I’ve never felt more alive. Adrenaline pumps through my body, making me tingle. I want to scream and whoop, but I keep it all in. I barely breathe at all as I take in how beautiful the world is from up here and how endless the sky is.
“Hold on,” Kai says.
“What—?” I tighten my grip on his arms.
He flies up, over, and then twists, so we’re flying the way we came from. My stomach does a loop-the-loop. The manoeuvre is more terrifying and exhilarating than any rollercoaster I’ve ever been on. Do I want to throw up or beg him to do it again?
He slows down, flapping his wings lazily. I would give anything to see them, just once. But I won’t look. I promised I wouldn’t look. If I did, it would be the last thing I ever did.
We stop, hanging in the sky above the picnic blanket and the feast Saffron prepared for us. It’s exactly as we left it. As much as I want to follow through on our plan of taking the picnic home, I’m not in a hurry to have my feet on the ground again. Kai seems to sense that because he doesn’t drift any closer to the hillside. He keeps us hovering in the air, holding me tight.
“Are you all right?” I ask after a while.
“Yes.” His voice is rough and wobbly.
“Talk to me.”
“Leo, I?—”
I stroke his hand and stay quiet. I’ll give him all the time he needs. I’d stay in his arms, floating in the heavens all night, if it’s what he needs. I’d give him anything and everything. I’ve already given him my heart.
I gasp. Oh God, I love him. I want to turn and kiss him, but I can’t. I mustn’t.
“What is it?” he asks.
“You first.”
He chuckles against the crook of my neck. “I love you.”
I shiver and almost sob with need.
“I’ve loved you for a long time. Every second I’ve spent with you as myself has made me fall in love with you more. Leo, you’re my?—”
“Sun?” I venture when he falters.
He presses his face against my neck. “You’re so much more than that.”
We drift slowly towards the ground. I enjoy every fleeting second, sighing as my feet touch the ground. Feathers rustle, and then the air is still. It no longer crackles with energy. My palms no longer tingle. The cool night air whispers against my skin, no longer held at bay by the power radiating from Kai’s true form.
“It’s safe now.” He releases me.
I take one step away, turn around, and cup his face. “Oh, Kai, I love you too.”
His chin trembles, and he stares into my eyes.
I take his hand and press his palm over my heart. “This will always belong to you. Always.” I have never meant anything more in my life.
I pull him to me and kiss him. We cry. Our joyful tears intermingle on our lips, making our kisses salty.
“Let’s go home,” I whisper.
“Leo.”
“Yeah?”
“Give me another first tonight, please? I want to be close to you. Closer than we’ve ever been.”
I hold him tight and press kisses to his lips and jaw. “I want that too.”
So much so that I don’t want to take the time to pack up the picnic and drive for an hour. Could he make us invisible while we make love, or would that be too tiring? Not that it matters. I don’t have supplies. At the very least, we need lube.
“Let’s go home,” I say.
Yet we don’t move. We keep touching and kissing as though breaking apart will end the magic of the night .
I run my fingers through his hair and rest my forehead against his. “We really should go home.”
“Yes.”
We make short work of packing the picnic away. Within ten minutes, we’re in the car and driving home. Kai rests his hand on my thigh, smiling contentedly. An hour. We’ll be home in an hour. And then I’m going to hold him like I’m never going to let him go.
We grab the picnic basket from the boot and hurry inside. I put the basket on the table, pull Kai to me, and kiss him hard.
“Do you care about food?” I ask.
“Do I ever?”
I chuckle against his lips. “Good point.”
I nuzzle his nose and kiss him slowly, deeply, tenderly. I want him so badly. I lead him into the bedroom. This is where I’d start to undress the guy I’m with, but that’s pointless with Kai. He can be naked in a heartbeat. So I hold him, kiss him, caress him. He reciprocates beautifully, his touch gentle and sensual as he nudges my T-shirt out of the way.
“I need to get ready,” I say.
“Ready?”
Funnily enough, the sex-ed video didn’t cover hygiene before anal sex. I also don’t want to give Kai a full run-down on douching, especially as he probably won’t ever need to do it. Does he even have a digestive system? Probably not.
I kiss him again. “Yes, for us to be close. For you to be inside me.”
His eyes widen, and he releases the softest, sweetest, cutest gasp.
I stroke his jaw. “It’s your first time. You should top me. Unless you’d rather?—?”
“I just want to be close to you. I’ll follow your lead.”
I smile. “Make love to me, Kai. Top me.”
“Okay.”
“Now that’s settled, I’ll go and get ready.”
“What should I do?”
“Relax?”
“I can do that.”
I grin. “Get naked.”
He laughs. “I can do that too.” And he is. Wonderfully, beautifully, stunningly naked.
I grasp his face in both hands and kiss him hard. “I won’t be long. Get comfortable.”
I go into the en suite, shut the door, strip, and step into the shower. I want to return to Kai as soon as possible, but I don’t skimp on douching despite the building urgency fluttering through me. After my shower, I quickly tease the towel over my body, not bothering to dry myself properly, and walk into the bedroom, beads of water still clinging to my skin, which is flushed pink from the hot water.
Kai lies on the bed. I almost laugh. He’s doing the cat thing of trying to look cool but failing dismally. It’s adorable. He’s adorable. When he notices me, his eyes light up. He parts his lips and flicks his gaze over me.
“Leo, you’re gorgeous.”
I crawl onto the bed and straddle him. I remain on my knees, supporting myself on one hand, while I tickle his jaw with the other and kiss him. “So are you, Kai. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He blushes and half closes his eyes to sparkling crescent moons. “I don’t know what to do. That awful video wasn’t helpful for this.”
“I know. It’s okay. I’ll guide you. I’ll teach you.” I press a lingering kiss to his lips and then reach over to my bedside table, pull open the top drawer, and take a bottle of lube out. “We need this.”
Kai stares at the bottle.
“Do you want me to warm myself up?”
He frowns.
I kiss him again. “Arseholes aren’t self-lubricating, hence the lube. They’re also not as stretchy as most queer men would like, so before sex, it’s fun to engage in a little arse play to warm it up and stretch it. But I can do it. You don’t need to do anything.”
“I want to. Just tell me what to do.”
I smile. “Gladly.” I squeeze lube onto his fingertips. “Start with one finger and be gentle.” I change position, still straddling him on all fours but facing away from him, with my arse pointed towards him.
He runs the slippery pad of his finger over my pucker .
I suck in a delighted breath. My arse tenses and relaxes in response to his tentative touch.
He gasps. “Was that nice?”
“Yes. So nice. You can press a little firmer.”
He does, running his fingertip over and around my hole.
I dip my head between my shoulders and moan. “Oh, Kai, that’s wonderful.”
I let him play like that for a while, providing him with feedback via moans, groans, sharp intakes of breath, and pushing my arse against his finger. I need more. I’m desperate for more. I want my beautiful angel inside me.
“Push your finger inside me.”
“Will it hurt?”
“No.” I want him so badly.
He slips his finger inside. I groan deeply.
“Oh,” he whispers.
I glance over my shoulder. His eyes are wide. His cheeks are flushed, swallowing his freckles and making his skin practically grow.
“Is that a good oh ?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Yes. You—you feel amazing .”
I grin. “Right back at you.”
I roll my hips, pushing onto his finger, taking him deeper. His eyes get wider and wider, his cheeks redder and redder as I push on and pull off his finger.
“Nice?” I ask .
He tugs his brows together and speaks on a needy exhale of breath. “Yes.”
“You try. Slip your finger in and out. Slowly.” I stop moving.
He takes over, his expression wondrous as he shivers and moans in response to the slow, gentle movement of his finger.
“Yes, just like that. You’re amazing, Kai. You’re making me feel so good.” I’m a trembling wreck. I need more than his finger. I need him inside me. I need to be patient. “Add a second finger.”
He makes eye contact with me. “You’re sure?”
I chuckle. “Your cock is a lot bigger than that.”
He looks a little stricken, glances down at himself and then back at me. “I’ll hurt you.”
“No, you won’t. I promise. Do you remember those erotic photos I showed you?”
His eyes become glassy. He sighs. “Yes, they were hot.”
“Did any of those men look uncomfortable?”
“No. They looked—serene.”
“Exactly. As long as you warm up properly, it’s nice. More than nice. It’s amazing. You’re warming me up so wonderfully, Kai. I can take more than one finger now. It won’t hurt. It’ll be lovely.”
“Okay.”
“Two fingers. Please?”
He obliges my request, and oh, it’s amazing. I hang my head again, gasping and grunting as he warms me up beautifully .
“Just like that. Try scissoring your fingers.”
“What now?”
I grin. “Spread them wide inside me. Oh! Yes! Exactly like that. That feels amazing.” Sweat prickles my skin. My cock aches. My balls are heavy. I need him. I need him. “Three fingers.”
“ Three ?”
“Yes. Trust me, Kai.” I moan at the addition of a third finger. The extra girth fills me up. “Do you see how I’m stretching around them? Do you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m almost ready, Kai. Almost ready to make love.”
After a few more moments, I pull away and roll over.
“Your turn.”
“My—?”
I squeeze lube onto my hand, lean down, kiss him, and stroke his cock. He’s already hard as a steel bar, but I still enjoy slicking his cock so he’ll be able to glide inside me.
“Ready?” I ask.
He stares into my eyes and nods. I position myself so his cock is grazing my hole. I grasp his length at the root, holding him steady. Maintaining eye contact, I push down, taking his cock inch by wonderful inch until it’s fully inside me. I rest my forearms on his shoulders and kiss him slowly and tenderly. He feels so good inside me.
“How are you?” I ask.
“I—I can’t describe it. ”
“Is it good?”
“Yes.”
He strokes my face and my hair, runs his palms over my nipples, skims my sides and my thighs, and grasps my hips. He rocks his pelvis up, pushing his cock deeper. Is primal instinct guiding him? He wraps his arms around me, holds me tight, kisses me fiercely, and makes love to me. We whimper and moan into each other’s mouths. Tangle our tongues and caress each other’s bodies. It’s beautiful and perfect. He feels so good inside me. I feel so close to him, closer than I’ve ever felt to anyone. My pulse races with desire. I’m giddy. Drunk on love. I move my hips in time with his. We’re dancing, he and I. I fall more hopelessly in love with him with every thrust, every kiss, every touch. I don’t want it to end. I want to make love until dawn breaks and light pours into the room. I want to kiss him forever. Be with him for eternity.
“Kai!”
I hold his face gently and stare into his eyes. I am lost in him. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.
“I’m going to—” I slam my mouth over his and ride him hard as my orgasm consumes me like a fire consuming wood. I might be his sun, but he is my everything.
“Leo.” He digs his fingers into my hips and thrusts up hard.
I gasp as he comes inside me. Kiss him as he shudders and quakes. Panting, I flop against his chest. I’m sweaty and hot. My chest is heaving. Emotion wells up inside me.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
“I love you too.”
We kiss and hold each other. More desperate than when we were making love. He’s going soft inside me. His cum is leaking out of me. I rock gently on his cock, even though we’re both utterly spent. I rock and kiss him until his cock slips out of me, and then I kiss him some more.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“No, thank you. That was wonderful.”
“Perfect.”
“So, so perfect.” I lie beside him and pull him into my arms.
“You made me all sticky.”
I chuckle. “Cum is messy.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you care? I can get a flannel.”
“No. I just want to hold you. Hold me, Leo.”
“Gladly.”
He nuzzles into me, pressing against me. I hold him tight, stroking his hair.
“Don’t ever let me go, Leo.”
“I won’t. I promise.” I put my fingertips under his chin and lift his face. “And when you’re ready, I’ll gladly give you another first time.”
“You inside me?”
I smile, bend my lips to his, kiss him. “Yes.”
He smiles and snuggles closer. “I’m looking forward to it already.”