Chapter 35 #2
Hakeem whines, eyes pleading when Jackson stops stroking him.
Ignoring his boyfriend’s desperation, Jackson says, “What is the science behind shadows being able to pleasure someone, to stimulate the nerves when they have no physical presence of their own?” Hakeem breathes heavily through his nose, glasses fogging when Jackson twists his wrist holding Hakeem’s member.
“But then I thought, Oh!” Jackson turns a bright smile towards Hakeem, “My darling boyfriend, studying for his PhD in theoretical thaumaturgy, might have the answer!” Jackson grins mischievously, pressing a kiss to the tip of Hakeem’s nose.
“Can you be a dear and explain it to me, Hakeem?” Hakeem furrows his brows, shivering when Jackson bites his shoulder, fangs pressing in just enough for the pleasure to border on pain. “In elaborate detail, if you please.”
Hakeem yelps, body jumping off the bed when he feels a pressure at his hole.
“Of course,” remarks Jackson, hand lazily stroking his writhing love, “what better way for you to explain it, than during a live demonstration.” Hakeem eyes widen as a tendril of shadow slips past the first tight ring of muscle.
The shadows around his mouth dissipate, his gasp ringing through the dark room when.
“And you can’t cum until you finish your explanation. ”
Hakeem glares at Jackson, the action ruined by his lustful whimpers when the tendril presses against his prostate.
“You can’t be seri-aah.” Hakeem bites his lower lip.
“Jackson-I can’t-not while-Fuck!” Hakeem is cut off by a moan when Jackson trails kisses down his jaw and neck, while using his free hand to tease one of Hakeem’s nipples, and moving from Hakeem’s leaking cock to play with his balls.
“You’re not playing fair,” he whines, struggling against the restraints.
Jackson chuckles, pressing sweet kisses to Hakeem’s grimacing lips.
“Ah, but I caught you fair and square, hunny bun. Now,” Hakeem tosses his back against the mattress, lips drawn into a thin line, his breathing growing labored as he feels the shadowy tendril inside him stretch and grow, moving in a steady rhythm.
“I suggest you start talking. I’m not sure how much longer you can last.”
Hakeem looks up at Jackson through hooded eyes.
“Though shadows do not-mm fuck- do not have a physical fo-uck! Form!” Pants Hakeem, sweat matting his curls to his forehead.
He inhales deeply before continuing, all while Jackson continues to play with his dick and kiss along his body.
“Nor a mass of their own, the current hypothe-shit!” Hakeem’s back arches as the tendril inside him seems to move faster.
“Hypothesis,” he pants, “is that when combined with dense enough mana, the stimu-SIMU-lation of mass and weight can be achieved.” Hakeem’s toes curl into the sheets, his nail digging half moon’s into his palms, knuckles turning white as he tries to stave off his orgasm.
Jackson nods along, moving to straddle Hakeem. “Fascinating.” Hakeem watches in amazement as Jackson moans, reaching behind to pull a plug from his own ass. “Don’t mind me. Continue,” he says, lubing his hole before lathering Hakeem’s painfully hard erection.
“Using that same th-EO-ry,” Hakeem’s voice cracks when the tip of his cock pushes into Jackson as he lowers himself onto Hakeem, the silk robe falling further
off the elf’s slender form. “We can theorize with enough mana and control even shadows can be manipulated to act as extra appendages.” Hakeem swears when Jackson takes Hakeem’s cock to the hilt, glaring weakly at the smiling elf.
“You always feel so good inside me.” Jackson steadies himself with hands on Hakeem’s pecs, giving them a quick squeeze before he rises on his knees before sinking back down on Hakeem’s length. “You stretch my tight little hole so nicely.”
“Jackson,” pleads Hakeem, moaning as the heat of Jackson’s body overwhelms him, that damn tendril still fucking him in time with Jackson bouncing on his cock. “Please. I can’t hold on.”
Jackson rubs his hands soothingly across Hakeem’s body, panting as he rides his boyfriend. “You’re almost there, bun. Just keep talking.”
Hakeem whimpers, his cock throbbing, aching to spill inside Jackson.
He rushes through the explanation. “Acting as an extra appendage it’s believed shadows could then apply varying amounts of pressure to, but not limited to, erogenous zones.
But because they still do not have a physical form, it is believed that they could enter a body with minimal to no friction.
In theory-Fuck!” Hakeem’s hips thrust into Jackson of their own volition.
“Almost there, Hakeem. Just a little bit more.”
“In theory being ideal for such activities as anal or vaginal stimulation!” Hakeem yells, just before his orgasm rocks through him, spilling into Jackson.
The shadows holding Hakeem in place dissipate, his hole clenching at the loss of the tendril in his ass. Jackson leans down, Hakeem still inside him, and kisses his mage sweetly, brushing sweaty curls from his forehead. “You did so well, bun. Would you like your reward?”
Hakeem nods, eyes glossy and dazed, limbs limp as Jackson carefully rolls him onto his stomach. He lets Jackson position him with his ass in the air. Moans of pleasure are muffled by the bed sheets when Jackson licks a line across Hakeem’s hole. “Jackson, please.”
Jackson shushes him, grabbing his thick cheeks, spreading him open as he kisses Hakeem’s globes. “Let me take care of you, bun.” Hakeem gasps when Jackson buries his face into Hakeem’s heat.
“Gods, yes! More, please!”
Jackson obliges, licking and biting around the tender flesh, relishing in the way Hakeem comes undone with his touch. “I love the little sounds you make. I love the way you feel and taste. I love you, Hakeem.”
“I love you too. Please, just give me more.”
Jackson chuckles, rising to line his cock with Hakeem’s hole, coating it with more lube. “Can I take you like this, my love?”
“Yes, yes. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Jackson grips Hakeem hips, groaning when his head pushes past the first ring of muscle.
“Look how well you take me. You were made to take my cock.” Jackson takes his phone from a tendril of shadow, smirking at the time.
“Although,” he remarks as he slides into Hakeem, “there is someone else whose cock looks so pretty when it fucks our holes.” Jackson pulls up Eddie’s number, leaning over Hakeem to show him.
“Should we give our Eddie a show, remind him what is waiting for him when he comes back to us?”
Hakeem can only mumble, nodding his head jerkily as Jackson begins his slow thrusts in and out of him. Jackson laughs brightly when the panting mage reaches out and presses the facetime call button himself.
A low growl comes from the phone, held in place by a shadowy tendril so Jackson can balance himself on his wrists as he rolls his hips, smiling for the camera. “Good evening, darling.” Jackson snickers at Eddie’s flared nostrils, overshadowed only briefly by the bags under the wolf’s eyes.
“Eddie,” whimpers Hakeem.
“Doesn’t he look beautiful, freshly debauched?” Jackson kisses behind Hakeem’s ear, pulling out till just the tip remains before slamming back in, tearing a moan from the mage.
“You look so perfect, sweety,” groans Eddie through gritted teeth.
“Show us how seeing your mates freshly fucked makes you feel, my love.” Eddie angles the phone camera down, his free hand undoing his pants, pulling out his already hard and leaking cock.
“Gods, you’re going to feel so good when you finish your training.
” Jackson licks his lips, “Don’t you miss the stretch of Eddie’s cock as it fills you, Hakeem? ”
Hakeem yelps when Jackson snaps his hips, driving in impossibly deeper. “Yes! I miss you so much, Eddie. We miss you.” Tears begin to fill Hakeem’s eyes, glasses askew. “I want to taste you, to feel you again. Promise us, please.”
Eddie grunts, his harsh breaths filling the room through the screen as he grasps his thick cock, stroking in time with Jackson’s thrust with only his precum as lubricant.
“I’m going to breed you both when I get home.
I will fill you both up then remind you every way I can how much I love you. My beautiful mates.”
Tears stream down Hakeem’s cheeks. Jackson turns his head to kiss him tenderly, pulling them both back when he sits on his heels, driving into him harder.
The shadow holding the phone follows, pulling the camera back so that Jackson fucking Hakeem is in full view for Eddie to see.
Jackson wraps an arm around Hakeem’s chest, a hand closing around his revived dick.
Jackson strokes Hakeem in time with his thrusts, eyes following Eddie’s hand as he works himself to the image of their love making.
“Can you come for our mate, bun?” Hakeem nods, babbling nonsensically as Jackson pegs his prostate again and again. “Are you close, Eddie?”
Eddie grits his teeth. “Yes. Just keep going. Please.”
It doesn’t take much longer for Hakeem to clench around Jackson’s cock, spilling over Jackson’s fist. Jackson pumps Hakeem’s cock, thrusting into him, milking his orgasm before he shoots his load into the tight heat of Hakeem’s body.
Eddie bites his lower lip, biting back his cry as he comes onto the hard muscles of his stomach. Jackson lifts his fingers to Hakeem’s mouth, just as Eddie lifts his soiled fingers to his own mouth. Both men lick the fingers clean, eyes locked on each other through the phone screen.
Jackson and Hakeem collapse onto the bed, Jackson holding the phone in his hands, breathing heavily as Eddie’s flushed face comes back into focus.
“We love you, Eddie.” Jackson swallows, curling his body over a sleepy Hakeem.
“I know how hard it can be to wrestle with powers beyond your control. You will come back to us. We will wait for you, however long it takes. That is not up for discussion. Do I make myself clear?”
Eddie’s breathing steadies out. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, before hardening his expression. “Look out for each other, until I get back. Promise me.”
Jackson presses a kiss to the top of Hakeem’s head, who nuzzles up in response. “I promise you, with all the magic that courses through my veins. I love you, Eddie.”
Jackson turns the phone to Hakeem, who stares longingly at the screen. “I love you, Eddie. As much as there are stars in the night sky.”
Eddie blinks back his tears, whispering into the phone. “I love you both. As much as the moon loves the sun, the stars, and the night sky. You are my home.”
When the call ends, Jackson carefully removes Hakeem’s glasses and gathers the mage up in his arms. “I thought you might need a distraction from everything that’s happened. How do you feel?”
Hakeem wraps his arms around Jackson, burning his nose into his neck. “Better, actually. Thank you, qalbi.”
Jackson kisses Hakeem’s sweat soaked hair. “Let’s take a bath, clean the cum and sweat off us.”
Hakeem tightens his grip. “Can we stay like this a little longer?”
Jackson rubs his cheeks against the top of Hakeem’s head. “As you wish.”
* * *
“Don’t hurt them!” Jackson gasps, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, springing upright in bed. His breathing is quick and erratic, a hand pawing over his heart. Shadows swirl around his bare shoulders, the comfort of an old friend after years of disdain.
“What’s huh who?” Hakeem scrambles in the sheets besides Jackson, reaching for his wand. The quartz flares to life, silver light piercing the dark of the night as he points it at non-existent enemies.
Chuckling, Jackson wraps his hand around Hakeem’s, lowering the charged wand. “I’m sorry my love, just a nightmare.” They’ve been few and far between over the past months, and thankfully non destructive, yet they still rattle Jackson. “Let’s go back to bed, bun.”
Shadow tendrils pull the sheet back around them. “Oh, okay. No one to blast?” Hakeem asks sleepily.
“No blasting needed, my fierce mage.” Jackson kissed Hakeem’s forehead.
Jackson rests his head on a plush pillow with Hakeem settling on his chest. He stares at the ceiling of Eddie’s room, though truly the boys just cycle through the beds depending on which has the cleanest sheets.
Their sexual appetites were the reason Jackson picked up spare bed sheets to use whilst the others were in the wash.
Jackson laughs softly, thanking whatever twist of fate that brought these men, and the spoiled raccoon sleeping at the foot of the bed after a day with Wendy, to him. He never imagined this is what his life could be after years of heartache.
As he watches Hakeem sleep soundly on his chest, he makes a promise to show both of the men he loves and the world how much they mean to him every way he can.
Jackson smirks when a thought crosses his mind. He has a call to make in the morning.