Saeward #2
Saeward gripped Sawyer’s hips in his hands, forcing them still even as he moved Sawyer back slightly so that he straddled his thighs.
He would not take Sawyer like this, no matter how desperate he was.
He reached for the oil, poured some into his hand, and then slicked Sawyer’s cock.
Sawyer eyed him hungrily, his hands coming up to join Saeward’s as he slowly began to move his hand along Sawyer’s length.
The fog cleared a little from Sawyer’s eyes at the touch and he smiled. It lit up his face and Saeward was once again taken by his beauty.
His body reacted. He could not stop it but hoped Sawyer would not take offense. The sounds this beautiful man made, the undulation of his hips, the feel of his cock, it all combined in a way that had Saeward’s body singing with desire.
But of course, from Sawyer’s position, there was no way he couldn’t notice Saeward’s response. He’d come to full hardness in a few short moments, already aching and leaking with the need to be more intimate with Sawyer than they already were.
“You’re huge,” Sawyer said, awe thick in his husky voice. “Anybody ever told you you’re hung like a horse?”
Saeward rolled his eyes as Sawyer cackled, but he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed hearing the human’s laughter and feeling his touch. Sawyer reached for Saeward’s cock, brushing away Saeward’s attempts to stop him. “Please,” Sawyer begged. “Please let me touch you.”
How could he deny him? He only hoped Sawyer would forgive him his greed when he came to his senses.
Saeward continued his ministrations, stroking and squeezing Sawyer’s cock as he watched his face, learning each reaction.
He wouldn’t have another chance, and he wanted to remember this moment as if it were meant for him.
He closed his eyes, shame coursing through him.
“Hey,” Sawyer whispered. “What’s wrong?”
Saeward opened his eyes, meeting Sawyer’s curious gaze with his own sad one. “I shouldn’t enjoy this. I shouldn’t—”
“Yes, you should,” Sawyer insisted. He continued touching Saeward, smiling softly at him. “I’m not out of my mind anymore, you know. And I already told you I wanted this. I want to touch you, Ward, but I’ll stop if you really want me to.”
“Goddess save me, but I don’t want you to.”
“Good,” Sawyer said with a grin.
Saeward began to realize that as long as Sawyer’s hands were on him, he seemed to have more control. His temperature had dropped, and his heart rate slowed.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Sawyer breathed. “Water element. I get it now. You’re cooling me down. The fire inside. The magic. It balances things out. I read about this in my books, but I didn’t think… it shouldn’t work on me.”
Saeward hadn’t considered it, but he did now. The cult heated Sawyer from the inside, lighting a fire that desperately needed to be quenched.
Tiamat was a water goddess and the larger the flame, the more of a power burst she would receive when it was extinguished. He could use his power in a similar way. He focused his attention and ran one hand up Sawyer’s muscled thigh.
Nothing happened.
Sawyer grinned again. “Doesn’t work that way,” he explained. “I’m a magical null. Incense and poison or whatever will work on me because I’m human, but if you try to use the hoodoo voodoo on me, it won’t work.”
“But it is working,” Saeward said. “When you touch me, you’re better.”
“Hmm,” Sawyer said. His hands had never stopped their teasing touch and Saeward was so very hard, ready for whatever Sawyer needed of him.
“I need to think about that, but later. Not now. Can you get me ready? Use that oil of yours on me? I don’t want to let you go.
And not only because I feel better when I touch you.
Damn, you’re beautiful. I’m the luckiest chosen one alive.
The only chosen one alive.” Sawyer chuckled again before shaking his head.
“I’m still a little fuzzy, but not like I was before.
I can tell you I want this, want you inside me, and know that I mean it. I’ll never lie to you, Saeward.”
Saeward still didn’t understand all of the things Sawyer said, but he found he didn’t really care. He reached for the oil and did as Sawyer commanded. He dipped his fingers into it, and then guided Sawyer forward again so he could reach around to his entrance.
Sawyer frowned. “Hold on.”
He moved around, reversing his position so his back was to Saeward and his legs straddled his chest instead. It gave Saeward the access he needed. He inhaled, breathing in the musky scent that was Sawyer and sea water combined. He’d have to remember to bathe Sawyer after.
The salt water wouldn’t be good for his sensitive human skin.
Saeward ran his hands reverently over Sawyer’s ass, gripping the muscled globes in his hands before squeezing gently, pulling him apart just enough to reveal his hole.
He teased his thumb into the crease, ran it over Sawyer’s puckered entrance, relishing Sawyer’s answering groan.
With one hand, he reached for the oil again, even as Sawyer leaned forward and sucked Saeward’s length into his mouth.
His tongue teased at Saeward’s slit and he lost the ability to think for a moment as incredible pleasure rushed through him.
It had been so long since he’d felt pleasure that wasn’t from his own hand.
He pushed one thick finger against Sawyer’s entrance, slicking his hole as he went. He didn’t wait, couldn’t bear to wait much longer, and added a second finger quickly.
Sawyer pushed back against him, eager for more as his talented tongue continued to work at the sensitive tip of Saeward’s cock. Two fingers quickly became three and Sawyer sat up with a groan and began driving his ass back against Saeward’s questing hand.
“I’m ready,” he panted. “Oh, fuck, I’m so ready.” He scrambled away and turned again.
Saeward lifted his cock, holding it steady as Sawyer positioned himself above him and slowly began to push down.
He made a gasping sound, his breath catching even as Saeward’s tip breached his hole.
It stretched him wide, and it had to burn, but Sawyer had insisted he was ready, hadn’t allowed him time to add more fingers and ease the way further.
“That’s so good,” Sawyer groaned. “I can’t wait for you to meet the other guardians. I hope you will learn to love us, Ward. You’re so sweet, so kind, so good. And fuck, your cock is amazing.”
His kindness and gentleness had never been seen as something to be proud of before. It had been used against him many times in the past and had caused him much heartbreak.
The meat between his legs had been the only attraction and was what had intrigued the prince in the first place.
But something in the way Sawyer said the words let that little blossom of hope grow bigger, let the fear of the past fade into the background, until Saeward swore he could feel his heart fluttering in nervous excitement at the thought of no longer being alone.
Sawyer seemed to see more of him than anyone else ever had, and as scary as it was, Saeward longed to be seen.
Sawyer managed to push all the way down, his body opening to Saeward’s so prettily. He’d dropped his head back, exposing the long length of his throat as he sat impaled on Saeward’s long, thick length.
His thighs trembled with the strain, stretched wide over Saeward’s body. His cock dripped a steady stream of come upon Saeward’s stomach. Saeward dipped his thumb into the small pool, lifting it to his lips for a taste. He groaned at the flavor, drawing Sawyer’s attention back to him.
“Oh, fuck,” Sawyer groaned. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Sawyer captured another droplet on the tip of his thumb then leaned forward to offer the gleaming pearl to Saeward. He sucked Sawyer’s thumb into his mouth, used his tongue to take the offering. He groaned again. Sawyer tasted amazing, like the finest wine.
The potion used against him was there too, the heady flavor heightening Saeward’s awareness, but the water in him would not be tamed by the heat of the flame.
No, it extinguished it and left him with only Sawyer, the basest form of him.
Saeward longed to take that firm length in his mouth, down his throat, to taste every drop Sawyer had to give.
And one day maybe he could, when it was freely given.
Above him, Sawyer rotated his hips, swirling Saeward’s cock deep into his body, stretching himself out, and letting Saeward slip that tiny bit further into him. His cock had never been held so tight, squeezed so perfectly.
Saeward prided himself on his self control, but Sawyer was tempting him. He held still, the smallest thread of control remaining. Sawyer had to take the lead, had to get himself through this purge.
Slowly Sawyer began to move, easing Saeward out of his hole then plunging back down and taking him in hard and fast. He cried out, pleasure flowing freely between them. “Ward, fuck, you feel so good. I’m so full. Fuck me, please.”
His desperate pleas couldn’t be ignored.
Saeward grabbed his hips and held him steady as he began to thrust up into Sawyer’s body.
He watched Sawyer’s face for any sign of pain, discomfort, or regret.
He found none, even as the fire ceased to burn inside him, even as he could feel the energy returning to normal.
Sawyer began to move with him, matching Saeward’s thrusts by pushing down, meeting him halfway and announcing his pleasure through shouts of more and harder.
Saeward complied, memorizing each precious face, each eager request for him.
He reached his peak quickly spurting his release deep into Sawyer’s channel, coating his insides and making him slippery.
Sawyer continued to bounce on him, chasing the last of his pleasure until he crested as well.
He coated Saeward’s chest and belly with his spend, and then he dropped down onto Saeward, heaving for breath.
“Whoa,” Sawyer sighed after his breathing slowed. “That was intense.”
Saeward agreed. The most intense experience of his life. “How are you feeling?”
Sawyer paused, taking a few more breaths before he answered. “Better. Sore as hell. My feet are killing me and I think my side is bleeding again, but I’m clear minded. Not fuzzy and frantic like I was before.”
“Good. Shall we clean up?”
He wanted to lie with Sawyer for a while longer, but he needed to try to stop himself from becoming too attached. There was little hope for it, but he had to at least try.
“I don’t think I can move. Damn, my body is mad at me.”
“Let me help,” Saeward said.
He carefully slid Sawyer forward, letting his cock slide free.
Sawyer groaned before tucking his face into Saeward’s neck for a moment.
He wrapped his arms carefully around him and held on while Sawyer composed himself.
When he finally raised his head again, it wasn’t with tear stained eyes like Saeward expected.
No, his eyes were clear and lust-filled again. “Man, I can’t wait to do that again.”
Saeward frowned, concerned that the effects hadn’t quite worn off, but Sawyer shook his head before he could say the words.
“No, I’m not still under the influence. I’m good. Really good. I just really liked what we did, you know? It felt right, uh… right?”
Saeward nodded. It had felt right, especially once he knew Sawyer was in control.
“Good. So, um, yeah, I’m kinda sticky and gross but I honestly don’t think I can move. I’m kind of stiffening up and not in the good way.”
His human’s attempts at humor were lacking, but Saeward still found him charming.
Sawyer’s eyes twinkled when he smiled, as if he expected the world to laugh alongside him.
He had kind eyes and a sweet smile. Saeward forced his thoughts aside as he lifted Sawyer and carefully helped him move to his uninjured side.
Then he slipped from the bed only to return with a clean cloth and a tub of warm water a few minutes later.
He wiped Sawyer down even as his eyes drifted closed, exhaustion finally catching up with him.
Saeward didn’t mind. He continued to tend to him, cleansing his body and treating his wounds with the limited supplies he had on hand.
He continued to breathe in Sawyer’s sweet scent, staying right by his side until night turned into day and his own energy lagged to the point he needed to swim and regain his strength.