Chapter 52 Hector #2
I spun around to find Arwyn by the door. “What are you going to do about it?”
He crossed his arms, his fierce scowl setting a fire in my cock. “I think you know exactly what I’m going to do to you.”
I popped a hip and leaned my weight on it. “You’re right. I think your text said something like ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll spend the rest of the weekend in bed because of it’, and ‘your throat has had a week off from me, it’s time we train it again’, right?”
Colour flushed Arwyn’s cheeks. I’d put on my best, deep voice to tease him, and it worked.
“For the record,” he said, storming across to me, “I don’t sound anything like that. But also for the record, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Our bodies crashed together. My back hit the toilet door, throwing it open. The momentum of it sent us both stumbling into the cubicle, the back of my legs hitting the toilet bowl.
Arwyn’s kiss sang of how desperately he wanted me. Mine answered his call. There was passion here, in this small and confined space—passion so powerful it was a miracle our magic didn’t go haywire.
Arwyn booted the door closed behind him.
I chuckled as he fumbled for his belt, so I offered my hands up willingly to help.
His fingers knotted in my hair, pulling at the scalp until I moaned into his mouth.
I was disappointed when he withdrew from the kiss, until his swollen lips crashed into my neck and devoured me.
I managed to get his belt off in the chaos of it all. I ripped it out of the loops and dropped it to the floor. As Arwyn nipped at my neck’s flesh and sucked the tender skin raw, I got to work freeing his cock. It burst free before the zip was fully down.
“Well, well, well,” I said, already breathless. “How good it is to see you again.”
Arwyn lifted from my neck enough to speak. “Are you having actually a conversation with my cock, Hector?”
“I am,” I replied. “Jealous?”
“Not at all. I just don’t think it can hear you. Why don’t you get a little closer?”
I liked the concept of that very much, so closer I got.
Arwyn was strong, built like a fucking god and had the muscles to prove it. But, when I took control of him, he gave in to me. I guided him around, flicked my fingers so the toilet seat went down, and then pushed him to sit atop it. I was sure the plastic snapped as his weight fell onto it.
I got onto my knees between his legs, nails scratching his thighs as I dragged his trousers down.
Arwyn grabbed his cock, squeezed the base hard enough for veins to bulge.
I also noticed, because it was impossible not to, just how large his balls were.
Full. Incredibly full. It was nice to know that he’d stuck to our promise of self-celibacy since our last encounter.
Although, by the looks of it, he was practically full to bursting.
I leaned in, brought my mouth to his balls and ran my tongue around each one.
Satisfied they were wet, I blew cold air until Arwyn moaned.
Then I took the balls into my open mouth, spreading my spit over each one with my tongue which was working overtime.
All the while, Arwyn was wanking his cock over my face, thick hand trembling with need.
“Stick out your tongue for me,” Arwyn commanded, eyes narrowed down on me.
I did as he asked. The tip of my nose was wet from my own spit, my lips smudged with it too. Arwyn clearly liked the view because he released a growl and began to tap his cock on either side of my cheeks. Then, slowly but surely, he lowered the glistening tip to my tongue and placed it there.
“Suck me.”
I pulled it out just enough to reply. “What’s the rush?”
His bright eyes darkened. “You’ll see soon enough. I want to feel your throat on my cock. Then I’m going to bend you over, and make your scream my name. How do you like the sound of that?”
To answer his question, I got back to tending to his cock. I wrapped my lips around him, spreading my spit across as many inches as my throat could manage. His hand held the back of my head down until I gagged for breath, and tears of enjoyment traced down my face.
I showed him exactly how much I had missed him.
I could’ve gone on like that for hours, but unfortunately Arwyn couldn’t handle my skills.
The taste of his pre-cum was the first warning he was close.
Then he pulled me off him, panting and laughing, knowing just how close we’d got to bringing this to a quick end.
“Did you underestimate my capabilities?” I asked. “Forgot that I actually had a PHD in dick sucking?”
“There’s no forgetting those skills,” Arwyn said, focusing on controlling himself. “Fuck me, Hector. That really was good. I’d go so far as to say too good.”
“That was already pretty obvious.” I stood up, delighting in the ache of my knees. “Want to test your restraint and wait to continue this at—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Arwyn warned, teeth flashing at me. “I’m barely keeping myself together. You’re getting me right here, right now.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I said, ripping each item of clothing off until it was a pile on the floor.
“I want you. Now.”
“Snap.”
His eyes widened a fraction. Arwyn leaned back as much as his awkward seat allowed.
I slipped a sachet of lube I’d ‘burrowed’ from the collection the man had at the sinks, and tore it with my teeth.
The thick, slimy liquid exploded in my hands, dribbling down to my wrist. I quickly spread it down Arwyn’s shaft, then reached back and slathered my arse with it.
“I sense where this is going,” Arwyn said, refusing to take his eyes off me. “I like… I like it a lot.”
“Because you’re a clever, clever man. My man, Arwyn.”
“Yours,” he added. “Entirely. Now come and sit on this dick, and show me how you’re mine.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
It was a job to get myself into position. I sat myself on Arwyn’s lap, guiding his cock into my entrance. It burned with pleasure, every inch a task to get in. Who knew just how much my body had gotten used to him not being at home for the last week.
I’d managed to take him all inside of me, when the door to the toilet banged open and deep voices followed.
Arwyn’s cock had just pressed against my prostate, so naturally a cry worked up my throat.
Arwyn, knowing I was seconds away from giving away what was happening in the cubicle, clapped a hand over my mouth and held it.
He drew me over him, bending my back into a position that radiated pleasure up my spine, then brought his mouth to my ear.
“This is going to be fun,” Arwyn whispered into my ear. “Isn’t it?”
My muffled reply was caught in his palm. It was something between a gasp and a desperate ‘yes’.
Arwyn worked me slowly at first. He fucked into me, each thrust slow and tender. Exploding nerves spread across my back like wings with every pound. I cried into his palm, the sound growing more animalistic as the seconds went on.
The talking outside of the cubicle was barely a distraction.
They had no idea that two people were currently shagging a few feet away.
Although, if Arwyn continued to look at me with such devouring eyes, I was sure I would ruin it.
Magic swirled inside of me, building into a crescendo that I could barely hold back.
Soon enough the elements would turn this toilet room inside out.
“You feel like divinity, Hector.” Arwyn’s hips moved quicker, with more vigour than a moment before. “You take me so well. Like you are made for me…”
“I am,” I gasped as his hand slipped off my mouth. “I’m yours, body, soul and mind.”
“And I’m yours,” Arwyn said. “Every ounce, every inch.”
“Fuck.”
“Indeed.” Arwyn grinned up at me, his white shirt rumpled and half-buttoned.
Eventually, the unwanted visitors left the toilet room. Arwyn muttered a quick spell to lock the door behind them so no one else could interrupt us. Satisfied we were alone and would be for a while yet, Arwyn’s rhythm intensified.
He lifted me off his lap. My entrance tingled as his cock was withdrawn. The world spun as Arwyn got off the toilet, spun me around and pressed me face-first into the cubicle wall.
This time, when his cock was pushed back inside of me, I didn’t bother to bite my tongue. I cried out, mouth smooched against the wall, the sound desperate and wanting.
Arwyn leaned into me, hands stretching my arse apart so there was no resistance.
“Good boy,” he cried between his panting and devouring of my neck. “You’re such a good fucking boy.”
I wanted to thank him, but the most I could get out was a breathless gasp. Apparently that was all Arwyn needed.
He reached around my arched body, grabbed hold of my cock and began to jerk it. I didn’t have it in me to tell him to stop, to ask him to slow down. Instead, I gave in to the pleasure he offered me and allowed the ravine of it to sweep me away.
Sex with Arwyn was something poets wished they could write about. But there were no words that could ever put down just how incredible he was.
“I love you so much, Arwyn,” I managed, knowing my end was racing towards me.
Sweat spread across my naked body. Arwyn loved it, licking it off the top of my back as his pounding became faster, deeper. “And I love you, Hector Briar. So much. So very much.”
I closed my eyes, fireworks exploding behind my lids as the peak of pleasure finally took over me. Arwyn’s heavy, long breaths told me he too had finished in tandem with me. Our bodies sagged together, his kissing growing soft and lazy, just how I liked it.
I was floating on a cloud of ecstasy as Arwyn withdrew his shaft from me. My body weight leaned against the sticky wall as I spun around to face him. “I needed that,” I said, breathless and sweaty.
“I needed you,” Arwyn said. “Yesterday, the days before and all the days that come after this one.”
“Good, because that’s exactly what you’ve got.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, drawing out the soft kiss. I melted into him, wishing I had the energy to do that all over again. But that would just have to wait until we got home.
Home. A place I never thought I would have. But I knew the meaning of it now, the true meaning of it. Home was Arwyn. It was not a place, but a person. And, no matter where we found ourselves in this world, home would be exactly where it was supposed to be.
Together.
“Sorry,” Arwyn said.
“For what?”
“Fucking you in a toilet. You deserve better than that.”
I laughed, a sweet melody that made Arwyn smile. “Trust me, I would want you to take me in every possible place. Don’t apologise, because making love here was better than my original plan.”
“Which was?” Arwyn asked, devilish with his narrowing eyes.
“There’s an alleyway outside,” I said, smiling up at him. “That was plan A.”
“So this was plan B then?”
I shook my head, getting up onto my tiptoes to lay my mouth on his again. “No, this was C. You don’t want to know what plan B was.”
“And if I do?”
I pulled back, snatching my clothes up from the floor. Arwyn stopped me, taking them out of my hands and getting to work dressing me himself. “I’ll give you a hint.”
He pulled my top back over my head, messing up my already messy hair. “Go on then.”
I grabbed his neck with my hand, pulled his face closer, and brought my lips to his ear. It was rather dramatic, to whisper an answer when there was no one but us in this place.
Arwyn stiffened as I told him what the other option was. He went still, steady as stone. I pulled back, my grin pulling from ear to ear. Slowly, his eyes turned back to find mine.
“If you say things like that again, I’m going to be forced to marry you, Hector Briar.”
I pulled up my trousers, buttoned them up and pushed the cubicle door open.
Arwyn barely moved, still frozen to the spot with what I’d just whispered to him.
So, I called back my reply, knowing he would snap out of his stupor soon and chase after me.
“Well then, you better get to the jewellers this weekend. Then, and only then, will we work on plan B.”
“Hekate, you really are a wicked, wicked little witch,” Arwyn gasped.
“And you, Arwyn Hopkin, are one lucky, lucky man.”
“Oh, I know,” he said. “That’s a given.”
“Is it?” I asked, turning back to find him fumbling with his clothes.
He smiled at me, a true and beautiful smile. It was a reaction I wanted from him every day for the rest of our lives. Most importantly, I wanted to see that he felt worthy of the reaction, the feeling.
“Yes,” Arwyn said, closing the space between us and taking my face in his hands. “You saved me, Hector.”
“You saved me,” I replied, bringing my smile to his. “Remember that.”
“Nope,” Arwyn replied, voice soft as a whisper. “Because if I remembered it, I wouldn’t get the pleasure of hearing you say it, over and over. I love you.”
“Well that’s bloody convenient isn’t it,” I replied, “because I love you too. What do you say, fancy grinding to some good music on the dance floor?”
“I fancy you,” Arwyn replied. “But yes, a drink and dance sounds sufficient.”
“Excellent,” I replied, walking out of the bathroom with Arwyn’s hand in mine. “Because we’re going to need our energy stores filled back up for later.”
“What’s later?”
I winked at him. “Plan B.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, fuck indeed.”