Chapter 19 #2
Ciaran rolled them over, and Sawyer was too spent to resist, though he whined and shuddered when Ciaran slipped out of him. “Noooo.”
Ciaran smiled down at him, fondness clear in his eyes. “Your body needs to recover.”
The tip of a red tentacle brushed a stray strand of sweaty hair from Sawyer’s forehead, making him smile. “Need you to never stop fucking me and coming inside me.”
Ciaran blushed, and Sawyer couldn’t help but lift his heavy hand and gently chase the colour across Ciaran’s cheek.
“You feel it too,” Ciaran murmured.
“The fireworks in my bones,” Sawyer replied. Then he put a hand to his sternum. “This fire in my core, it burns for you. I feel... connected to you. I don’t understand it, but it’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’ve never felt so complete, so... at peace. I can’t explain it—”
Ciaran kissed him, then kissed his nose, his forehead, his cheek. “Same. I am... I am yours.”
“And I am yours,” Sawyer said. He was exhausted. Utterly spent. He had no clue what time it was. It looked to be getting dark outside, but in this part of the world, it got dark at midday if there was cloud cover. “Please tell me we’re spending the next two days on this mattress.”
Ciaran’s smile quirked up at one corner. “Are you sore?”
Sawyer snorted. “No. God, no. I have never felt so good.” He was going to say the tentacle prep was next level, decided he probably shouldn’t say that, but then figured he absolutely should.
“Your method of stretching me with your tentacles that adjust in size, and the built-in lube? Outstanding work, sir.”
Ciaran laughed and blushed some more, but then his smile faltered, his gaze becoming serious. “You are not... weirded out?”
What the?
“Are you kidding? Absolutely not. Hottest sex I’ve ever had.
Like, ever.” Sawyer could joke all he liked, but seeing Ciaran’s insecurity pulled him up short.
“Hey,” he said gently. “I meant it when I said all of you. Both sides. Human, cephamorph. It’s a package deal, and I want the whole package, okay? All of you.”
Ciaran’s eyes softened. “Okay.” Then he sighed. “I am happy. The happiest I have ever been. Could ever be. I fear two days on this mattress won’t be enough.”
Sawyer could feel Ciaran’s eager dick. “Hmm, so the three hearts thing is true, huh? One heart for nothing but sexual stamina.” He spread his legs and rolled his hips again, ready and eager for more. “I’ll take as much as you can give me, Ciaran.”
Ciaran made a low, guttural sound, and then Sawyer found himself flipped over onto his stomach, red tendrils wrapped around his legs, his body, sliding, soothing.
Ciaran was a delicious weight on Sawyer’s back and arse, his breath hot at Sawyer’s ear.
“I can give you whatever you want, whatever you need. You will want for nothing.” Then his tentacles slithered between them into the crease of Sawyer’s arse, then into his hole.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed.
“I plan to,” Ciaran murmured, pushing the thick head of his cock into Sawyer and sliding all the way in.
It felt thicker, fuller. Sawyer arched his back, spreading his legs wider, giving silent permission for Ciaran to do whatever he wanted...
And that was when Sawyer felt it.
Something else...
A tentacle still inside him along with Ciaran’s cock. He was getting double penetrated....
Holy fuck.
Was that...
“Oh fuck,” Sawyer cried out, his entire body twitching, shuddering, on fire and in heaven as a tentacle sucker found his prostate.
Sawyer couldn’t really remember much after that.
He spent the next countless hours somewhere between heaven and utopia, in a state of pleasure so intense, it was almost laced with pain.
Ciaran had him in so many different ways, Sawyer couldn’t distinguish between reality and erotic dreams. His body was wrung out, his mind on some other blissful plane.
And his heart...
Well, that was entirely Ciaran’s now.
What he felt was far too early to name, but damn, he was giddy with it.
After the last time he dozed off, he awoke to a crack of new daylight coming through the window and Ciaran bringing a plate over to the mattress. “Morning.”
Sawyer was sprawled out on his front, every muscle well-used, and he smiled into the pillow. “Hi,” he replied, voice croaking.
“I made you breakfast,” Ciaran said, voice soft and lovely. “You should eat and drink water. You must need hydration.”
Sawyer laughed at that because yes, they’d both expended a lot of fluid yesterday. He sat up and took the plate. There was sliced fruit and cheese. Perfect. “You too.”
Ciaran smiled and glanced at the door. “I will probably need a swim shortly. Immerse myself in water.”
Sawyer frowned. “Do you have to do that? Like, should I be aware that you need to swim every so often? What happens if you don’t? Is it dangerous for you?”
How could he have not thought to ask this?
Ciaran gave a fond shake of his head. “We don’t need to, but we like to. It feels... therapeutic. Like a reset or a recharge, that’s all.”
Sawyer relaxed immediately. “Oh. That’s okay, then.” He ate some strawberry and apple. “This is great. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He watched Sawyer for a moment. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a new man,” Sawyer answered honestly. “Happy. I feel...” He searched for the right word. “At peace.” Then he shrugged. “Content and so freaking happy, it’s hard to explain. But I also know that we’ll be okay. It makes me feel a contentedness that I wasn’t expecting.”
“Same. I feel that too,” Ciaran said softly. “I feel connected to you. I felt a pull toward you before, but now it’s...” He made a face. “It’s knowing. It’s surety. I feel grounded and tethered but also free to fly. With you, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Sawyer leaned up and softly kissed Ciaran. It was sweet and chaste, and, despite the hours of debauchery they’d just shared, it was probably one of the most intimate things Sawyer had done.
He took a strawberry and put it to Ciaran’s lips. “Some?”
Ciaran took it between his lips, his eyes dancing with light and happiness.
But it got Sawyer thinking. “So, about food.... Do you eat in freeform? Like, when you’re in the ocean?” He popped some melon into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “Or do you prefer human food?”
“I can eat either,” Ciaran replied. “I probably prefer human food. It’s.
... I dunno, it’s weird. When we’re in freeform, it’s natural for us to eat whatever is available.
Fish, molluscs, that kind of thing. It’s what we do.
I don’t ever think, I won’t eat because I’d prefer a pizza.
I eat because I’m hungry without thinking about it.
” He shrugged one shoulder and smirked. “But I do love pizza.”
“Same.”
“And pasta. And steak. And mashed potato, for some reason.”
Sawyer laughed. “Same, same. And same.”
Ciaran’s smile was soft and lovely, and when his eyes met Sawyer’s, he seemed shy, almost. “Can I get you anything else?”
Sawyer shook his head, and he finished a piece of cheese. “No, I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.”
Ciaran nodded toward the door. “About that swim....”
“Can I come?” Sawyer asked. “Is the water here the same as in the Cove?”
“What do you mean, the same?”
“Is it... mysterious and alluring? Wonderful.”
Ciaran tilted his head and studied him for a long second. “You know, every other human that comes here is terrified of that water.”
Sawyer grinned at him. “I’m not like other humans.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I think it’s because of you,” Sawyer said. “Because of our bond. Like something inside me already knew I was meant for you. I wanted to stay underwater forever just to be with you. But you know... the whole lung thing is an issue.”
Ciaran chuckled. “Yes. The human form has many flaws.”
Sawyer chuckled, then got up and went to his bag. “Let me find some shorts. I should probably invest in a wetsuit. That way I won’t freeze to death.”
Ciaran made an unhappy humming noise. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t go in,” he said. His face twisted in anguish. “It’s... it’s not safe.”
“Not safe?”
“Cold,” he amended. “Too cold for humans.”
Sawyer pulled on some shorts anyway. “I’ll just take a dip for invigoration purposes. Like they do in the cold countries.”
Ciaran sighed. “You sound like Fray.”
Sawyer smiled at that. “And you’ll be with me. Nothing can happen to me if you’re with me, right?”
Ciaran looked torn, and Sawyer had to wonder if Ciaran could say no to him now that they were bonded. “You want to say no, don’t you?”
“So bad.”
Sawyer laughed and picked up his towel on his way over to Ciaran. Grinning, he booped him on the tip of his nose. “You’re so fucking cute. Let’s go get you wet.”
Ciaran scrunched up his nose. “Okay, so I draw the line at you saying it like that.”
Sawyer laughed as he went outside. The air was brisk, but there was no wind, and the sun was doing its very best to break through the clouds.
The forest around them was misty and silent, the water still. It might have been eerie if Sawyer didn’t find it so peaceful.
He walked down to the end of the jetty and looked into the water.
It didn’t seem so mysterious here. It wasn’t a swirling galaxy, that was for sure.
The water was dark, though—too dark to be considered normal.
He turned around to ask Ciaran how deep it was, but all he found was a crumpled pile of empty clothes on the jetty.
What the hell?
Then he felt a wet tap-tap-tap on his foot, and he spun around to find a long red tentacle beckoning him into the water.
Sawyer couldn’t help but laugh. He dumped his towel with the clothes and jumped in.
It was cold—breathtakingly so. The immediate shock to his entire body made his heart rate explode, but long red tendrils wrapped around him, and when the bubbles cleared, Ciaran’s freeform face was there, watching, blinking.
Smiling?