Chapter 24
One For The Road
I’m lying awake in bed again. Ever since Hex crashed into my life, sleep has been a very disrupted thing. Even when we were kids and he lurked under my bed, he stopped me from sleeping.
Now he is lying beside me, in my bed instead of under it, and still causing me to stay awake. I guess some things never change. And other things change even when you don’t want them to.
I roll over onto my back, and stare at the rabbit shaped stain on the ceiling.
I think about my childhood. I think about the shadow under my bed. Hex said he was a child too. Was the young prince supposed to go to the human realm alone and terrorise a human boy and bond with him?
It doesn’t seem likely. So why did he? I should ask him, but he’d only make a joke of it, or deflect. Hex isn’t any good at talking about feelings. In all the very many ways we are different, in that regard we are exactly the same.
I sigh.
It doesn’t matter why or how he found me when we were children. I just hope it wasn’t because he was lonely. Because that’s sad. Especially since if he had actually talked to me instead of scaring me, I would have been his friend. I was a lonely little boy too.
I roll back onto my side.
Where did Hex go in between now and then? He has hinted at knowing some things about my life. Has he always been with me in some way? Was he watching me from the Shadow Realm? Will he watch me this time?
Will he be there and I’ll be here, but he’ll be watching? Does it matter? I can’t watch back. He’ll still be gone.
My chest tightens. My stomach goes all queasy. My eyes sting.
“Hex,” I say into the dark because I know he isn’t sleeping.
“Yes, My Love.”
I draw in a shaky breath. “When you leave… can you just…go?” My lungs stutter through another inhale. “I’m terrible with goodbyes and I really can’t handle them.”
That’s an understatement. For sure. If Hex did some grand leaving thing, I’d definitely burst into tears. Ugly tears, blotchy face, snot and everything. Then I’d cling onto his shirt and beg him not to leave me. The whole thing would be terrible for everyone involved.
“Anything you wish, My Love,” Hex rumbles.
What I wish is for things to be different. But here we are. And it’s nobody’s fault. Not even Dis’s, because if he hadn’t taken the throne and cursed and exiled Hex, then Hex would never have come to me, and I’d much rather have had what we had than nothing.
“Thank you,” I croak.
Hex places a hand on my shoulder. He gently rolls me over to face him. I close my eyes and pretend tears aren’t leaking out of them.
Soft lips brush against mine, tender and gentle. Rain in the desert, except I need it more. Hex says I nourish him, but I think it goes both ways.
I whimper. I slide closer to him, pressing my body against his. My hand wraps around him to cup the back of his head.
And just like that, our kiss turns into something different. It ignites. It transforms from something gentle to something that blazes with hunger and need.
I wrap my leg around him. His hand slips under my pyjama top, runs up the bare skin of my back, and then suddenly I’m naked. Pyjama top and pyjama trousers are both gone.
Another Hex casualty. Like the top he popped the buttons off of. I’m going to need to buy so many new sets of pyjamas.
I wonder if do a pyjama subscription?
Hex pulls me even closer and kisses me even deeper, and I forget all about nightwear logistics.
He caresses me everywhere all at once, in that way that he does. The cool, mist-like feel of him somehow heating my skin until it burns. His embrace is like electricity in the way it lights me up. He makes every single one of my nerve endings sing.
He is kissing and kissing me, as if my lungs contain the only oxygen in the whole universe. While my nipples are being rhythmically squeezed, twisted and flicked. A tendril of shadow is sliding along my crack, rubbing over my hole and nudging my balls.
My cock is pressed against his very firm and very unshadowy feeling stomach. His skin is soft and very warm. I’m grinding against him shamelessly, and he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
Tendrils wrap around my neck and tilt my face to a better angle. His tongue slides deeper into me. I moan in bliss.
The world tilts. Because he has moved us. He has pulled me up and now I’m on all fours.
I groan. My cock leaks. My hole twitches. My body remembers this position. It’s carved into my soul.
Hex drifts down my body. He takes up position behind me. I think he is kneeling.
His fingers run through my hair. With gentle pressure, he pushes my head down until my face is on the pillow while my ass is up in the air.
He pauses. I’m getting the impression that he is staring at my exposed hole. Like, really staring at it. As if it is a nice thing to look at.
I try to hold still and not squirm too much.
“You are so perfect, My Love,” he whispers in a tone of awe.
Then hot, wet heat is gliding over my hole. I jump and yell and nearly cum all at once.
Hex shows no mercy. He doesn’t give me time to recover, no time to pull myself together. He just… devours. Eating my ass like it’s a fantastic feast. Sloppily and extremely enthusiastically.
His lips and tongue are everywhere. A hint of teeth. A burrow of his face as if he is desperate to get even closer.
Noises are pouring out of me. Obscene ones, even more obscene than the wet sounds coming from behind me.
It’s incredible. All of it. Sensation and pleasure are surging. My heart is pumping joy instead of blood. I’m soaring, flying. Free and exalted.
He stops eating my ass. I make a sound of profound displeasure.
Hex chuckles. “Patience, My Love.”
My eyes roll back and I gurgle as he starts giving me his cock. Hot. Heavy. Enough stretch to burn, but sliding into me easily because he is not fully formed. Nor at his full size.
He eases in deeper and deeper. Feeding me inches and inches. He hits something far up inside me. I wince. He stops.
Oh lord. I’m pretty sure he can make his cock as long and as wide as I need.
Sure enough, I can feel him swelling inside me. Increasing in girth. Stretching and stretching. Filling and stuffing.
I groan, and then I wince. He stops.
“Too much?” he asks.
I’m pretty sure my hips are dislocated. I can’t really feel my legs. All I can feel is his cock stretching me impossibly wide, filling me incredibly deep.
I shake my head, but I’m smooshed against the pillow so it doesn’t work.
“Not too much! Perfect!” I gurgle and splutter.
He chuckles again, and I don’t even mind. He deserves to be smug and cocky. Even arrogant and insufferably confident. In fact, I don’t understand why he doesn’t swagger more.
He moves, and my brain cells scatter. Thrust far, far away. I’m just a mindless, primal beast now. Wailing in ecstasy and drooling onto the pillow.
He is so big he is putting exquisite pressure on my prostate. Each thrust feels like a small orgasm. Okay, a not-so-small orgasm.
I yell and I take it, and everything is bliss. This is heaven, it has to be.
Suddenly the room is spinning. My eyes open. I look down. Hex smirks up at me.
He has flipped us over. He is on his back on the bed, I’m straddling him, and still very much stuffed full of his cock.
His hands are at my hips, steadying me. We are motionless.
Absentmindedly, I wipe the drool from my chin with the back of my hand. I look down at my stomach. Holy crap, it looks like I did cum at some point, but I’m still hard. Very hard. Very ready to cum again.
I move. I roll my hips. Hex’s eyes glow brighter. He looks delighted. Proud. A little feral.
It’s making me even more aroused. Not that should even be possible, but apparently it is.
I surrender to my instincts and allow my body to find the rhythm it needs. My head falls back. My eyes flutter closed. I ride my shadow prince and it is glorious.
I cum hard. And long. My scream fills the room. My body contorts, spasms, and clenches.
Hex grunts. The bed moves. It floats up in the air. The curtains billow. The entire building creaks.
I slump. The bed crashes back down to the floor. The room spins as Hex flips us again.
Now I’m on my back and he is looming over me, his immense cock still stuffed inside me.
He rocks very gently. All of my oversensitive nerve endings spark. Every single last one of them. I whimper.
“You can give me one more, My Love,” he says.
My jaw falls open. There was that night with the four times, but there was a gap in between them.
Admittedly, a small gap, but a gap nonetheless.
Has he never heard of a refractory period?
Maybe he hasn’t? He is a shadow being after all.
Good lord, someone needs to teach him about refractory periods.
He moves again. Our eyes lock.
I open my mouth to give him a biology lesson. His cock slides very gently inside me. My prostate sends a fizzing sensation shooting through me. My cock stirs. Parts of my brain light up.
I close my mouth.
He continues to move gently. Softly. Carefully. It is very different from the fucking we were just doing. This is slow, languid. Sensual. He is more or less fully formed above me. Only a few shadows wisping and curling around his very solid body. I’ve never seen him so clearly.
His abs are incredible. Even his shoulders are exquisite. He has nipples, even darker than the rest of him, and oh god do I want to suck them.
His obsidian-dark hair is hanging down, swinging with his movements. It looks like silk. Soft and shiny.
I turn my head slightly and glimpse the corded muscles of his arms. I gulp and look back at his face.
Big mistake. I knew he was gorgeous. Ridiculously, unnecessarily attractive. But seeing him in this level of definition is not good for my sanity. Mortals are not meant to look upon the faces of angels. This has to be similar. I have to be breaking rules. Rules that hold reality together.
Hex smiles.
I blink. It’s not a smirk or a grin. It’s a very genuine smile. And his eyes are glowing intently. Very fixed on me.
I stare back at him.
Pleasure blooms and swirls. I can see it reflected in his eyes. We are bound by our shared joy. Our bodies merged together as one. Our souls combined. Our lovemaking has created something holy and profound.
I gasp as another orgasm rises out of me. Burning with the intensity of a wildfire. It consumes me utterly.
It leaves me in a state of semi-consciousness, where I am more asleep than awake. My sated body feels very far away.
I’m vaguely aware of Hex pulling out of me. Then the blanket is wrapped around me.
Soft lips brush over my forehead.
“Farewell, My Love,” whispers Hex.
My heart thumps, but I can’t stir. My limbs and eyes are far too heavy.
Besides, it is exactly what I asked for.