Chapter 16 A New Start
A New Start
Zach snaked a feather-light touch down Drew’s spine with a wingtip, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Drew shivered and dipped his head to capture Zach’s lips in another kiss, his tongue brushing lightly over Zach’s. “Feels so good,” he murmured.
They had stumbled home and into the shower before falling into bed, utterly exhausted, and had napped for a solid five hours, both needing the rest. But they were both wide awake now.
Zach smiled up at him. “I like making you feel good, Drew. Just wait until I show you how else I can use them.”
Drew cocked a brow. “Really?” he asked, sounding half sceptical, half curious.
Zach’s smile morphed into a wolfish grin and he flipped them so Drew was on his back, spread out below him.
“Oh, sweetness, you have no idea.” He leaned back, giving himself room to work, and then trailed both his wings from Drew’s feet all the way up over his body, being sure to brush against his heavily leaking cock as he passed it by.
Drew gasped and Zach drank it in, loving every whimper and moan that he wrung out of his lover.
He couldn’t believe Drew had actually managed to free him, that he’d broken the chains the gem had him locked in.
The weight of the wings on his back was comforting, though his shoulders burned a little from using muscles he hadn’t exercised in years.
It would take time to rebuild his strength before he could fly, but he could picture it now .
. . soaring above the city, Drew in his arms, showing him what the world looked like from above.
There would be time for that later. They had the rest of their lives together now, and so there was no rush.
No, for now he would take his time, lay claim to Drew and have their own private celebration of the battle they’d won that morning.
His feathers brushed over Drew’s cheek, caressing the deep scratch that marred his skin, a souvenir of the fight.
It was the only injury Drew had sustained, a testament to his strength and power, of how easily he had destroyed all in his path.
Zach had once thought he knew what real power was, but everything he’d ever experienced was nothing in comparison to the magic Drew could wield.
It didn’t frighten him, though, he wasn’t wary or worried.
Drew had shown how far he would go to protect Zach, and Zach knew Drew would never use his power against him.
This was the first time in his very long life he’d been with someone stronger than himself, but it didn’t bother him. It made him feel safe and cherished.
And yet, Drew was still innocent in so many ways. Zach could still teach him, guide him, and explore everything they wanted to do together. This was just one of those things.
He dragged his right wing back down Drew’s body, and then flexed and curled the feather around Drew’s cock, forming a warm, tight, silky channel. Drew gasped and his hips bucked as Zach stroked him, watching Drew’s face closely to make sure he was on board.
“Fuck, Zach,” Drew swore, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“You like this? Does it feel good, sweetness?”
“God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Zach had no intention of stopping and he continued to stroke Drew’s cock, his feathers skimming easily across the velvety soft skin. His own cock twitched and dribbled against his thigh, but he ignored it, too engrossed in the blissful expression on Drew’s face and the sounds he was making.
“Harder, please,” Drew begged, arching upwards, thrusting his cock deep into Zach’s wing.
Zach tightened his grip, flexing several times until he had the pressure right, and he felt Drew’s cock throb in return. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, brushing another kiss across Drew’s mouth. “So beautiful.”
“Oh, fuck, Zach, I’m gonna come!” Drew cried, and then he was shuddering and Zach felt warm fluid coat his feathers.
“That’s it, sweetness, yeah, so good for me, just like that,” he crooned, working Drew through his orgasm.
Drew lay panting on the bed as Zach got up to fetch a washcloth to wipe himself off. The only problem with what they’d just done was cooling semen soon became glue-like and he’d lose a few feathers if he didn’t clean up now. Sadly, that was a lesson he had learned the hard way.
Once he was done, he returned to the bed, and Drew pulled him down, his hand going immediately to Zach’s cock, finding it still hard as a rock. “Can I suck you?” Drew asked, looking up at Zach from under his lashes.
Zach snorted. “As if you even need to ask. Of course you can.”
Drew smiled, then licked his lips, and that action alone made Zach almost come right there and then. The things that Drew did to him!
Drew moved down the bed and licked a stripe up Zach’s cock, then twirled his tongue around the crown.
Once he’d gotten the tip nice and wet, he slid his mouth down over the shaft, taking in as much as he could, his hand working the bottom few inches.
Zach sighed at how good it felt and reached down to sink his fingers into Drew’s soft locks, fisting the hair near the scalp and tugging gently.
Drew groaned and rubbed himself against Zach’s calf, his cock growing hard once more.
The adrenaline still pumping through Zach’s veins from the confrontation with Oberon had Zach’s heart beating hard, and he found himself on edge far quicker than he liked.
He grasped Drew’s hair more firmly, slowing him down, and thrust shallowly into his mouth.
“So good, sweetness. Fuck, you should see what this looks like.”
Drew tried to look up at him but the angle made it hard.
Zach tilted Drew’s head back so he could meet his gaze, and his cock slipped almost all the way out of Drew’s mouth.
Tonguing around the head, Drew kept his eyes locked on Zach’s, who reached out and swiped away a bead of saliva that was running down Drew’s chin.
Pulling off completely, Drew said in a hoarse voice, “I love you.” Then he leaned down and took Zach as deep as he could, working the last few inches with his hand.
Now that Drew was on a mission to make him come, Zach didn’t last much longer, and as soon as he reached the edge, he pulled free of Drew’s mouth and spurted all over his chest. Once he’d finished shuddering through his orgasm, he grabbed his shirt from the floor and wiped his cum off Drew’s skin, then he flopped back down on the bed, breathing hard.
Drew snuggled up next to him, his head on Zach’s chest and his erection pressing against Zach’s thigh.
“Do you want me to take care of that?” he asked.
He felt Drew shake his head. “I’m good. Happy just to cuddle.”
Zach smiled and bent down to press a kiss to Drew’s hair, then wrapped both wings around him and held him close.
Even breathing soon told him that Drew had fallen asleep again, despite the long nap they’d already had.
Given the power he’d expended that day, Zach wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t surface again until morning.
Even though he was also tired again, Zach didn’t allow sleep to take him for some hours. He gazed in wonder down at the human in his arms, and let his imagination run wild with all the things the future had in store for him with Drew by his side.
It wasn’t long after they knocked at the door to the Nightingale Collective that Simon answered, welcoming both Drew and Zach inside.
He raised a brow at Zach who raised one higher in reply.
“What?” he asked after their standoff had been going on so long that Drew started laughing.
He still found the eyebrow thing rather ridiculous, but there was no way he was going to tell them that.
“You’re a little conspicuous, don’t you think?” Simon asked.
Zach flexed his wings and Drew did his best not to swoon right there and then. Zach’s wings did things to him, and after last night’s experience he was sure he was blushing.
“Oh, you mean these?” Zach asked with faux innocence.
Simon rolled his eyes. “Yes, those, with the eight-foot wingspan!”
Zach flapped them several times, sending a brisk wind blowing through the entrance hall. “Don’t worry, no one but other magic users can see them, and then only if I want them to.”
“I’m more concerned about you breaking something delicate and irreplaceable,” came a stern voice from behind Simon, and Drew turned to see Kensington glaring at Zach whilst pushing a delicate-looking chalice further back on its display table. “Put them away, Zach!”
Zach pouted again, and Drew laughed out loud as he made a show of folding his wings back.
Kensington rolled his eyes at Zach’s antics and then welcomed them inside. “Come on back. Can I get anyone some tea?”
Drew accepted, while Zach requested coffee instead, and Kensington being the gentleman that he was, willed some into existence. “How are you holding up after yesterday?” Kensington asked Drew.
“Okay, I guess. I’m still a little tired but doing okay.”
“That’s to be expected from the amount of power you expended. Make sure you rest up over the next few days and try to keep your magic use to a minimum.”
“Were there any . . . complications, from the cleanup?” Drew asked, worried about the fallout.
He’d sent Dom and Gwen messages but their replies about their debriefings had been short and vague.
Their messages asking to see him soon so they could get the whole story from him were much longer and demanding.
“No, we managed to get everything sorted, don’t fret about that,” Kensington assured him.
Drew wondered how they could possibly have explained away everything to the police, not to mention the hundreds of students who had been witnesses, but he brushed aside his concerns for now.
Kensington would surely have his ways, and Drew was much more curious about the reason he’d been invited around in the first place. “So, you wanted to show me something?”