16. STEAM #2
Both of Finley’s hands were on the center of Rhalyf’s chest now. They moved up and down lightly, following the trails of hot water. It was a maddening and amazing feeling.
“I admit I would have thought you would be jaded by the thought of a blow job, but you appear quite… overcome?” Finley blinked up at him so innocently.
Was he that innocent? Had he no idea how desirable he was? Evidently, he did not.
“It’s because…” He cleared his throat so that he sounded more like himself, though a deeper version of it, “It is because it’s you, Finley.”
They were supposed to be just friends with benefits! This was not supposed to be serious! And yet he had never felt quite like this. He had certainly never asked a lover to come with him. Anywhere. Ever. But it had just burst out of him before. He was still reeling from that.
More blinking. Slower now. He could see the wheels turning in Finley’s head.
“Ah, yes, it means far more to me that it is you as well. I would not…” Here, he lowered his head again and hot color graced his cheeks that was not from the water as he added, “I would not wish to do these things with someone else. I do not believe I would feel comfortable being so forward.”
“I am… I am glad you feel comfortable with me,” he whispered.
Finley looked up at him again through those lashes, but with an earnestness that almost hurt.
“You are trustworthy, Rhalyf. Even with all your secrets. You don’t judge and…
and that is why I think Aquilan will forgive you.
Because you gave him all of yourself that mattered.
You have been his true friend even if you left some things out. ”
Rhalyf was surprised at how tight his throat got at Finley’s words. The water from the shower obscured any tears that might have fallen. But there were no tears during a blow job! Well, unless they were happy tears. But still!
“I appreciate that,” he said, his voice only slightly tight and watery.
Finley nodded then was back to studying his cock again like it was a science experiment. “I would like to begin.”
“Can I have a kiss first? I think I need a kiss,” Rhalyf murmured.
“Oh, yes, of course, I would like–”
Rhalyf captured Finley’s mouth. No more talking.
He couldn’t bear any more emotional shocks.
He needed to show how he felt to Finley.
He wanted the young man’s body molded against his own and it did just that.
His hands were feathered in Finley’s wet hair and he angled the kiss just so, but he also curled his right leg around Finley’s to bring him close.
Their cocks lined up against one another.
He felt Finley’s cock jump as it encountered the hot, flat plains of his belly.
He slid one hand from Finley’s face along his shoulder and to his back.
He smoothed it down Finley’s spine until there was no distance between their fronts.
He felt Finley’s breathing hitch as they slid against one another.
Nipple against nipple. Belly against belly. Cock against cock.
Finley’s hands, which had been sandwiched between them, were suddenly moving as if he’d just remembered he had any hands.
They roved up his shoulders before winding around his neck.
It was clear the young man wanted to climb him, but couldn’t get purchase.
Rhalyf hooked one hand around Finley’s right thigh and helped him up.
Those long, lean legs wrapped around his waist and their cocks were now snugly pressed together.
“If you cum now will you be able to cum again?” Finley breathlessly asked into his mouth.
He nearly came at that question, but managed to control himself. His free hand moved in an intricate pattern, which cast a spell that would keep him hard and not allow release until Finley’s lovely, pouty, beautiful mouth was on him.
“Yes, don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve insured it.”
A widening of those blue eyes. “Magic? I thought I felt–”
“You did and I did and we will enjoy ourselves,” Rhalyf promised.
But this was too much, much too coherent talk between them.
He wanted moaning, whining and scrabbling of hands.
That was what was desired. So he drew his fingers down Finley’s buttcrack.
The young man’s breath came in fluttering gasps and his pupil grew larger, leaving only a ring of blue around the outside of them.
This was much better.
He nipped Finley’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
He released it swollen and needy. Finley rocked his body forward against Rhalyf’s, trying to get friction on their two cocks.
Rhalyf reached between them and grasped both their cocks.
A surge of pleasure and heat ran through him, but the spell held firm as he began to stroke them both with strong, even movements.
He added a twist of his wrist on the end as he brought his hand up.
Finley’s fingernails dug into his shoulders appreciatively.
Kissing was an art. He had made people cum alone from his kissing.
But now he found all he wanted to do was fuse his mouth with Finley’s even as he stroked their cocks harder and faster.
The silky precum from both their members smoothed the way, but there was still a little friction as the water washed it away quickly.
His tongue tangled with the young man’s, teaching him how to stroke the upper palate, how to avoid teeth and the joys of lip nibbling and sucking. Finley was an excellent student, which surprised him not at all. Soon they were each moaning into each other’s mouths.
Finley’s breathing was skipping as Rhalyf’s thumb ran over the top of the head of his cock and spread the slit. More pearlescent precum gushed out and Finley’s legs tightened around his waist. The hot water sluiced between them and cleansed it away almost immediately.
His fingers played along the prominent vein on the underside of Finley’s cock.
Finley’s body tensed and released with every single touch.
It was like playing an instrument. Finley sought out his lips in between those touches.
He slowed the strokes as they kissed long and deep, but then sped them up as Finley broke away to take a breath. More hitched breathing.
Perfect.
He raked his teeth over Finley’s lower lip as he stroked.
Then he moved down his chin. He nibbled along Finley’s jaw and lower on his throat.
The young man leaned back, trusting Rhalyf to not let him fall.
Rhalyf kissed the hollow at the base of Finley’s throat.
Placing kisses all around it and ending with one in the center.
He kept his lips there as he felt Finley’s cock swell.
His own felt like bottled lightning. Electricity streaked through him, but it was controlled.
Finley was not.
His body jerked almost spasmodically as his orgasm overtook him.
His whole torso was thrown back. His eyes were closed.
His mouth was open. Shower water pattered on his face and collected on his tongue.
Rhalyf’s view was soon obscured as his starlight hair was washed over his eyes and he finally closed them too.
He felt the vibrations of Finley’s orgasm through his lips against that tender skin.
Finley’s fingernails had dug in once more to his shoulders, but they slowly eased and he let go as the final spurt of cum left him.
He laid back in the spray, practically boneless as Rhalyf held him up with his strength and a touch of magic.
After all, magic wasn’t only for battles, now was it? No. Most especially not.
He continued to kiss Finley’s throat and jaw.
Languidly. Easily. With no haste. No hurry.
If Finley needed to sleep after his release, Rhalyf could wait.
And that was another surprising thing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a generous lover.
He was. But, in the past, he had made sure that he was satisfied right away too.
After all, he didn’t want his bedmates to linger.
He had things to do even if those things involved only drooling on his pillows.
But he would do it alone, thank you very much!
But with Finley, like it seemed everything, it was different.
He felt no need to satisfy himself. He could wait. And he had no desire for Finley to leave. They had slept rather well together the night before even on the floor. This time they would have the bed. He sincerely hoped that Haera changed the sheets…
Finley suddenly awoke as if he were emerging from deep water. His blue eyes opened. He sat up and shook his blonde ringlets from those now alert orbs. He stared at Rhalyf with such intensity that Rhalyf almost looked away.
“That…” Finley’s voice was hoarse as if he had been screaming, but he had been rather subdued. “That was… so worth it.”
Rhalyf grinned. “That is nothing. But a few touches and kisses.”
Finley claimed his mouth. It was as if Finley needed him to breathe. Rhalyf was knocked back against the stone wall of the shower. The coolness of the stone against the heat of his skin caused gooseflesh to rise all over.
“Down,” Finley commanded against his lips. “I will have you in my mouth. I will taste your seed. I will… I will have this if you will let me.”
He would let Finley.
The young man unwound his legs from Rhalyf’s waist then Rhalyf lightly set him down on his feet. Finley only wobbled once before steadying himself. His hands slid down Rhalyf’s front until he reached the top of the treasure trail of hair that led to his cock.
“Starlight down there as well,” Finley said, referring to the same glittering hair around his erect cock as was on his head.
“It’s a Kindreth feature.” He shrugged.
“It’s beautiful. You are beautiful.”
Rhalyf blushed. “Oh, yes, well… of course.”
Finley stroked his cheek. “I used to believe you were arrogant.”
“Oh, I am.”
“It’s to hide how uncertain you are. You are beautiful, Rhalyf. You are powerful. And kind,” Finley added the last softly.