Chapter 20 #6
His hand stilled for a moment on my cock, though his thumb pressed into the slit of my cockhead, which made my hips jerk against him anyway. Araxis's head tilted as he drew back to look at me. "It brings you pleasure to touch me," he said. "It is arousing for you."
"One of the first times we had sex," I said in a rush, "I came basically just from going down on you. I love getting you off."
Araxis's skin, beaded with moisture, was flushed pink, and at this, the iridescent pattern gleamed.
His eyelids fluttered before drooping slightly, half-lidded with pleasure.
His palm gave a little twist as he started working my cock again.
"Then of course you may touch me, beloved," he said against the skin of my throat.
My trembling fingers sought the wet slide of his slit, which was as drenched as he'd promised.
He stuttered against me at the touch as I traced the length of him, my fingers rubbing at him, exploring the entrance to his body.
Araxis's mouth settled in the juncture of my neck and shoulder, his teeth again mouthing the place where he'd bitten me before.
My eyes squeezed shut as his hand stuttered over my cock, his rhythm growing unsteady as I touched him, his chest heaving against mine, his breaths coming in hard barely-smothered gasps. "Tisqen, Sashen," he hissed into my skin, his teeth still imprinting my throat. "What you do to me."
A jolt of pleasure, radiant, twisted in my abdomen. "Araxis," I panted, "I'm – I'm going to –"
He licked my skin, tightened his grip on my cock, and then bit down, and I came in a surge of heat and pleasure and pure white light.
The explosion of a star. The shockwaves that followed.
The radiant aftermath. My come spattered the skin of his stomach, my fingers curling against his slit as his teeth bit into me, his tongue swiping over the mark, and then Araxis's body curled hard against mine and, with a shudder, he came as well in a gush of heat over my hand.
My mind felt slow and hazy, like burnt sugar, as his hand slowly drifted from my cock to press divots into the skin at my hipbone.
He kissed the mark on my skin again and again, nuzzling into the column of my throat, and I could feel the moment his cock released from his body, nudging against my stomach.
I grasped him, rolling him into position against the wall as I dropped down in front of him and swallowed his glistening member down whole.
His fingers threaded through my wet hair, grasping hard while I sucked his cock down, tongue tracing the ridges that I had been thinking about for weeks.
My head bobbed, drinking down the sweet taste of his come, his cock slick against my tongue.
I felt his hand drift from my hair and down to the mark on my skin. He pressed a long finger into it, and I moaned around his cock as he thrust gently into my mouth.
It took no time at all: he came in a hard spasm, clear come flooding my mouth, as a sound like relief tore from his throat.
And I felt it too, like we'd been two stellar bodies drifting through space and now, finally, finally, we had drifted together and into alignment.
Like our orbits had found a perfect equilibrium.
Like we were meant for each other, like our closeness was written in the cosmos somewhere and we had finally found the right starchart to bring us together.
Later, after we'd cleaned up, Araxis settled me in bed and fucked me again, slowly, reverently.
When I told him that no one had ever had sex with me in daylight, he had gotten the strangest look on his face, and then set to pressing kisses to every part of my body.
My palms. The inside of my elbows. The hollow of my throat.
My hipbones. The crease of my knee. Each rib, lingering over the ones that had been hurt.
We'd come apart again, together, his mouth and hands falling again and again to the caldathess, as if he couldn't believe it was real.
As if he, too, wanted something tangible. And after we'd both come, our bodies moving together as if made for one another, he had pressed his mouth to mine and breathed, in English, "I love you."
Whether or not that made me cry is really beside the point.
The point is that everything in the universe made sense when we were together, and everything felt right and good.
I could have lived inside that golden day forever.
Despite the wretchedness behind us and the wretchedness ahead, we had those hours and I knew, even then, that I could hold on to them whenever I needed to.
That they would give me strength always.
Of course, nothing can last forever, and certainly not a perfect afternoon.
But when we finally forced ourselves from bed and ventured out into the broader world to do all the things that needed doing, at least it was with the vivid memory of Araxis's body pressed against mine, his mouth breathing sacred words against my skin.
No one could touch that, not ever. No one can. It's ours, eternally and perfectly.