16. STEAM #3
That was not a trait that any self-respecting Kindreth would want used to describe them. But Rhalyf was glad of it. Because it meant he was nothing like his parents.
Finley then slowly and gracefully sank to his knees before Rhalyf.
His hands trailed after him. They stopped around his cock.
Framing it. His thumbs lightly ran over Rhalyf’s balls and Rhalyf found himself falling back against that cold stone wall.
The difference in temperature caused more gooseflesh to erupt, but so did Finley’s surprisingly expert touches.
Finley leaned in and nuzzled his cock. His pink lips opened as he mouthed one then the other of Rhalyf’s balls. Heat bloomed between his legs and his cock protested with a jerk. The spell held.
Not yet. Not yet.
Finley sucked on his balls almost softly, but then with a powerful pull and he let out a gulp. His hands scrabbled at the stone behind him. He was afraid if he touched Finley in that moment he might break him.
Finley’s hands went from framing his cock to touching it.
He had both hands surrounding the root of it.
Those delicate, musician’s hands that seemed made to weave magic lightly stroked his member from root to tip.
His fingers smoothed over the top. He brought his fingers–smeared with Rhalyf’s precum–to his lips and tentatively licked them.
Rhalyf pounded the stone with both hands especially when Finley’s eyelids fluttered shut and a sensual smile lit up his face.
He likes the taste of me.
That boded very well.
Maybe Finley would do this again.
And again.
And again.
He could do this as many times as he liked in Rhalyf’s book.
Finley’s tongue was now on his cock. When and how had that happened?
It traced the length of that vein all the way to the tip of his member.
Then Finley was licking the head of his cock like it was a lolly pop.
His fingers dug into the stone. Finley’s hands had dropped to his balls and he was rolling them expertly.
Heat and electricity whooshed from Rhalyf’s core to the top of his head and the tips of his fingertips and toes. His whole body was filled with this tingling warmth that wanted to overflow.
Lap, lap, lap. Finley’s clever tongue continued to lick precum out of his slit while those fingers rolled his balls and then the other hand was around his cock. Squeezing the base. Moving up in increments, squeezing as he went. Rhalyf nearly wept and thrashed his head against the wall.
Finley engulfed the head of his cock in his mouth. Rhalyf wailed. There was no other word to describe what he did. Wailed. Absolutely. Finley sucked. The wailing became screaming. A primal cry.
Finley swallowed more of his cock while his hand covered the rest of the length of his member.
As he moved down, so did his hand. Heat.
Suction. Wetness. Finley was truly a natural at this.
He expected him to choke. He did hesitate before somehow knowing how to open his throat and take all of Rhalyf inside of himself.
Rhalyf curled over Finley’s body as the pleasure threatened to unlock his legs and have him sprawled on the shower’s floor. His hands fastened in Finley’s wet hair. He knew this was dangerous, but he needed to touch Finley. The young man was an anchor for him in this sea of swirling pleasure.
He forced himself back up. Leaned against that arctic wall.
Relishing the chill as it dampened down a touch of his ardor.
Without the spell, he would have been gone a million times already.
Just the sight of Finley on his knees with Rhalyf’s cock in his mouth…
It was poetry. True artistry. Something to speak to the gods about.
Finley moved up his shaft with that glorious mouth then sank back down.
His hand moved along with his mouth. Those pink lips were stretched wide around his member that swelled with the need to cum.
He tightened his hold in Finley’s hair. The young man’s eyelids fluttered open.
But there was no dismay in them or pain, but pleasure.
He liked the slightly pained pulling of his hair.
He gently guided Finley up and down his cock now.
Finley allowed the control to be ceded. He seemed to just open himself for Rhalyf.
The heat. The suction. The friction. That tongue pressing up against the backside of his cock. Finley’s fingers rolling his balls. That rapturous expression on Finley’s face as he gave his first blow job to Rhalyf…
It was too much.
Or maybe, it was just enough.
He released the spell. His arousal, which had already seemed like raging fire within him, became a supernova.
His mouth burst open with a strangled cry as his cock plumped fully.
It was almost painful. Finley swallowed around it.
Still content. Still open for this. He had to pull out though.
His release was like a tidal wave bearing down on them both.
He began to ease Finley off, but Finley clutched at his wrists and made a displeased sound.
“I’m going to cum, Finley. You don’t want–”
But from the insistent sound Finley made then it was clear that he did want Rhalyf to cum in his mouth.
Rhalyf hoped he liked the taste. Truly did.
But he had no more control left to stop it.
His hands tightened in Finley’s hair. Finley dove down as far as he could on Rhalyf’s member and then he swallowed…
Rhalyf’s head thumped against the shower wall.
He shouted his release as his orgasm crashed over him.
His cock spurted cum into Finley’s throat then mouth then onto Finley’s chin as the young man eased off to get air.
If he was worried Finley wouldn’t like the taste there was no reason to worry.
His expression was beatific with pearlescent cum on his lips and chin.
Finley licked it off eagerly and tilted his head back into the spray, letting the rest wash away.
Rhalyf could not keep to his feet any longer.
His legs slid out from underneath him and he was on the ground in front of Finley, legs spread akimbo, arms flopping to his sides.
His cock still throbbed with the aftershocks of the orgasm.
He reached for Finley. Wanting him close.
Finley came to him. He cradled Finley against him as waves of steam washed before them, creating ghosts in the air.
And, for a moment, for a brief moment, through half-shut eyes, Rhalyf thought he saw a figure behind Finley. Ghostly. Skeletal. Waiting. Ever waiting. With one bony hand outstretched. Rhalyf’s eyelids flew open as he clutched Finley against himself.
“R-Rhalyf?” Finley mumbled sleepily.
The figure in the steam was gone. If it had ever been. But Rhalyf’s heart was still hammering and there was a snake of cold air that slithered away.
“It’s okay. I just… just thought I saw something,” Rhalyf murmured as he kissed Finley’s forehead.
He watched the steam. But nothing reappeared. His magic told him that they were alone. Just the two of them. But he held Finley tightly to him as if afraid someone was going to snatch the young man away.
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