Love Lessons #3
A nod. “Good.” Then a smile. “Vex, I promise you that I will take care of Rahven.”
Vex paused–not in his thrusting–but Declan definitely felt him listening intently.
“Your son is safe with me,” Aquilan continued.
I know, Ailduin. You’d give your life for him, Vex murmured.
Declan didn’t repeat that out loud. He somehow thought that Aquilan knew that already, but also that Vex didn’t mean for that to be shared.
“And I love that you love him so well that you’d be here with him,” Aquilan murmured, smiling broadly, looking truly touched.
But? Vex chuckled.
“But I will take it from here,” Aquilan said, answering him even though he couldn’t have heard that.
Hmmmm. All right. We shall see how Ailduin does as your teacher, Vex finally acquiesced. But I shall expect a report, Rahven!
There will be no report, Declan told him firmly.
We shall see! Open and honest communication! Family! Just like you want, Vex chuckled some more.
Then, blessedly, he winnowed down their bond and Declan was no longer hearing, smelling, or seeing his father having sex with Cynda and Hank.
Nor was he aware of his father looking through his eyes at what he and Aquilan were doing.
He let out a sigh of relief and sagged forward, resting his forehead against Aquilan’s bare chest.
“I was successful in convincing him to let us be, I take it?” Aquilan guessed, fond amusement in his tone.
“You’re so nice to him! Even when he’s being invasive and ridiculous and–”
“Because he is trying to be your father. He may not be doing it well or even very traditionally,” Aquilan clearly sought for that word, “but he is trying. And that is all I would ask for.”
“He is,” Declan admitted even as he found himself snuffling Aquilan’s glorious chest.
“This is progress.”
“It is.” Declan dragged his nose up to that hollow at the base of Aquilan’s throat.
“So, if I am going to be a good teacher and a good student, I think we need to communicate between ourselves about what we want,” Aquilan said.
“Words?” Declan almost wailed, because if words weren’t his friends when he was completely unaroused, when he was with Aquilan like this, they would be like self-inflicted wounds. “Can’t I just show you?”
“Show me?”
“And you’ll show me by how you react to what I do if you like it or not. I’m a visual learner,” Declan got out the words that Finley often said about him.
“Oh, well, I think that might work–oh!”
Declan’s mouth was sliding along the column of Aquilan’s throat, which had Aquilan’s breathing getting higher. He could feel Aquilan’s heartbeat through his lips. He drew his pointed canines along that tender skin.
“We need to–oh, that is quite–yes, right there. My ears are very… ah! Sensitive and yes, yes, yes, perfect!”
Aquilan bucked underneath him as Declan lightly bit down on the tender lobe.
The taste of Aquilan was addictive. The breathy moans he made had Declan’s cock surging in his jeans.
Suddenly, his own clothes felt incredibly restrictive.
He reached between them and tried to undo the button fly, but his fingers couldn’t gain purchase.
“Let me help you with that,” Aquilan breathed.
He toed off his boots as he sucked on the top of Aquilan’s ears.
The Sun King’s sounds were incredible, but somehow Aquilan still managed to undo his pants and shuck them off.
His hooded coat and shirt followed. They were flung in all directions.
Finally, the only thing separating their naked bodies was Aquilan’s pants.
Declan kissed down the length of Aquilan’s body. He loved how Aquilan would squirm when he touched a sensitive spot.
Definitely ticklish.
Until he reached the golden hair that just graced the top of his leggings.
The hot, musky scent that rolled up from between Aquilan’s legs was heady.
He breathed it in and felt the nerves in every part of his body light up.
He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Aquilan’s leggings.
He looked up at Aquilan’s face. The Sun King was up on his forearms watching him back.
His eyelids were at half-mast. His eyes looked black as the pupils were blown so wide.
Slowly, deliberately, Declan pulled Aquilan’s leggings down an inch at a time.
The mound over Aquilan’s sex was like a mountain.
Declan had to pull the leggings up so that they could clear Aquilan’s cock.
And when that cock was revealed it bobbed in the air.
It was flushed a rosy red. The tip was wet with precum.
Declan’s mouth watered for a taste of it.
He had never tasted another man’s seed. His own?
Yes. It hadn’t really excited him. Earthy, but not much else.
But he imagined that the taste of Aquilan would be exquisite.
He rolled the leggings off the rest of the way and they were left on the floor. Aquilan’s calves and feet hung off the edge of the bed. Declan stood up between them. He was completely naked, too. His cock strained towards Aquilan. It wanted to be inside of the Sun King. He wanted that too.
And so much more.