“Lay down.” The command in Ario’s voice was clear as his green eyes dilated, his lashes at half-mast. “I want to see what my diligence has awarded me.”
Chuckling, Cailte allowed himself to fall back on the bed, his hair fanning damply around his head. He spread his arms wide and thrust his hips up, the glistening tip of his pink cock waving gently as he moved.
“Hopefully, I’ll get more than a rub-off. That was nice in the shower, lover, but now I am hungry for something more substantial.”
“The warm-up,” Ario promised as he closed his eyes and let his magic flow to the surface of his skin.
He had not done this in so long just because he wanted to -- he was almost giddy just from gathering the power. He felt his skin tingle as he leaned over Cailte, noting that his lover’s breathing had hitched when he called upon his magic. It seemed that whatever force existed within his lover was compatible with his, and that would make this loving all the more special.
He started by running his magically armed hands up Cailte’s thighs, watching as the man moaned and spread his legs further, giving Ario access to all his most vulnerable spots.
“Perfect.” Ario paused to toss his hair behind his shoulders so that it would not hamper his movements as he again ran his hands over his lover’s corded thighs. “You are perfect, Cailte mac Ronan.”
“Not so much, love.” Cailte’s voice was reedy as he answered. “Not perfect. Just perfect for you right now.”
“Yes,” Ario agreed, lowering his head to breathe on Cailte’s cock, his erection throbbing in sympathy as it jerked and a thin, clear spurt of precum rolled down his length. “Just perfect.”
“Well?” Cailte lifted his head to glare down into Ario’s eyes. “Are you gonna suck it or talk to it?”
“Both.”
And Ario just sucked the whole thing down his throat… without gagging.
“Taranis’ left nut!” Cailte cried out, eyes wide in amazement, and Ario had to pull off his cock with his laughter.
When was the last time he had laughed in bed?
“I’m not complaining, lad,” Cailte urged. “I am not complaining. It was a compliment to your skill!”
This time Ario rested his head on his lover’s thigh as his laughter overcame him. Every time he looked up into that pleading face, he had to chuckle just a little bit more.
“Ario, m’love?”
“Mmm, yes?” Ario giggled, looking over at his lover’s extremely large, swollen balls. They looked like fun…
“If I ask nicely would you… Never mind!” Cailte paused in his imploring as Ario leaned over and sucked first one and then the other ball into his mouth, laving the wrinkled skin of his sac with his wet, rough tongue. “You keep on doing what feels good.”
Cailte’s head dropped back to the pillows as Ario rose up on his knees, his ass waggling in the air as he set out to pleasure his lover. He sucked and nipped at the balls, bring his hands into play to push Cailte’s thighs wider and to heft the mass of his scrotum in his palms.
Ario worshiped his lover’s most vulnerable spots, caressing them, teasing him, and giving them just enough roughness to cause an ache and not true pain. Soon he had to hold Cailte’s hips still as the man began to writhe on the bed.
“Mine!” Ario intercepted him as Cailte’s hands went to his leaking cock, stopping the man before he could get more than one good stroke in.
“I’m dying here, lad,” Cailte whined, lifting his head to stare down at him again. “Please?”
“You only had to ask.” Ario’s voice was husky in his desire, and he used that as a sexual weapon as well. It worked, because Cailte’s eyes all but rolled in their sockets as he closed them worshipfully.
He gripped his lover’s cock by the base, and after giving it a teasing lick, swallowed the whole thing down.
Cailte moaned, his hips thrusting upwards shallowly. His hands went to Ario’s hair, gently rubbing at his scalp, showing his appreciation with his caresses.
“So beautiful, m’lover,” he drawled, and Ario had to agree. He looked up the long line of Cailte’s pale body, noted the closed eyes, the lips barely parted in his passion, the way he seemed to give his whole being up to this act.
Slowly he lifted his head, his tongue playing with the length of his lover’s cock, nibbling at the foreskin with his teeth before he swallowed it deeply again.
As he did this, he slid his fingers inside his mouth, collecting the slick mixture of his saliva and his lover’s seminal fluids before he lowered his fingers below his lover’s jerking balls to his tight, puckered opening.
He circled his finger around Cailte’s anus, looking for a positive reaction. And when his lover only moaned louder and spread his legs farther, Ario took that as permission to continue. He slid his finger into his lover up to the first knuckle and watched as the man jerked and began to curse in some language Ario could not understand.
He recognized his name, and as he searched out and pressed on his lover’s prostate, Cailte began chanting his name louder and louder.
“Right there, lover,” Cailte was gasping as Ario swallowed him to the hilt and began to play with his gland. “Mmm, right there. Keep doing that.”
So Ario played with him, swallowing around his thick shaft as he fucked him slowly with his finger. Soon one finger became two, and when Cailte demanded more, Ario pulled away.
“Ario?” Cailte asked, sitting up a bit as Ario slid his fingers free.
“Just getting something.” Ario smiled, watching as Cailte’s gaze moved to his red cock, the tip glistening with his precum.
“Hurry back.” He dropped his head back to the pillows and began to fist his cock, running his fingers under the foreskin as he lifted one foot to rest flat on the bed, spreading himself even further open before Ario’s stunned gaze.
Ario all but ran to his closet to pull out a bottle of massage oil and a condom. He considered the condom for a second, then tossed it back into the dresser. He was clean, and he doubted that a man as old as his Cailte, not to mention magical, would have any diseases to pass on.
He returned to see Cailte getting into his jerk-off session, his hips thrusting up into his fist as his free hand ran over his chest, tugging at his nipples.
“Keep going,” Ario all but panted as he moved to the bed, popping open the bottle of oil as he drew closer. “I like to watch.”
And he watched as Cailte arched his hips into each pump, as his silvery, slick precum slid down his shaft and fingers. A cherry-red flush began to flow up from his shoulders and neck until his whole face was nearly glowing in heat. Cailte licked his lips and tilted his head toward Ario. “Come… here.”
And Ario was on him in a flash, spreading oil over his fingers before dropping the bottle beside Cailte’s hip. He brushed Cailte’s hands away and held his lover down as he slid two fingers in deep.
“I -- I take this… oh, gods, Ario… to mean… Uhh, to mean that… you… gonna fuck me?” he ended in a rush, both his hands tangling in Ario’s hair and pulling him down for a kiss. Cailte ate at his mouth. He nipped, licked, and suckled and did everything he could to convey the pleasure he was feeling to Ario.
“For a little while.” Ario pulled back far enough to say before lowering his head and latching onto a nipple, biting and sucking as two fingers became three.
Soon, Ario was slicking up his dick and pulling back to line himself up with Cailte’s reddened hole.
“Easy, now.” Cailte soothed both of them, wrapping one leg around Ario’s waist and spreading the other out to the side. “I havena done this for some time.”
“You will feel no pain at my hands,” Ario assured him, flexing his magic to the loosened hole, ensuring that Cailte would feel nothing but growing desire from this taking.
And then he was sliding in, cursing softly under his breath as the tight, silken heat of his lover’s ass enveloped him.
“Cailte!” he moaned as his lover’s leg tightening around his waist, drawing
him closer. He forced his eyes to remain on his lover’s face, noting the flush had gotten deep and that he was panting and open-mouthed, but there was no pain painted across his face.
He pulled out shallowly and then slid back in, gritting his teeth to resist the urge to just slam deep into Cailte’s heat. But he moved slowly, pulling out and sliding in, inches at a time until his full length was buried in his lover’s ass.
“Gods, big dick.” Cailte opened his eyes to smile up at his lover. “Stretching me out, lover. Filling me up.”
Ario’s answer was to grip Cailte’s cock, which had softened a bit during his entry, and stroke it hard. Cailte’s erection came back with a vengeance, and he was soon grinding down on Ario’s hard dick.
Ario tried not to hold his breath as wave after wave of intense ecstasy ran through his body. He rocked his hips, trying to keep a comfortable tempo, but his lover was blowing his control with his expressive face showing nothing but bliss, with the way he sweetly submitted to him. The way he left his body open and vulnerable to his erotic attack, the way he openly showed his pleasure in loud grunts… it was all too much for Ario.
Sooner than he wanted, he found himself increasing his tempo, and he slammed rapidly in and out of his lover’s body.
“Harder, lover!” Cailte was groaning, his head pushing back deep into the pillows. “So deep, so good!”
Moaning, Ario rose enough to move one hand to grope for the bottle of oil. He managed to pop open the top again and spray oil over his fingers. He bent over and pressed his fingers to his ass, sinking them deep.
“Gods, I felt that,” Cailte gasped, his eyes opening wide as he lifted his head to see behind his lover. “Ario, what are you doing?”
In answer, Ario pulled out of his lover and moved to straddle his chest.
“Need… I -- I -- so empty!” he gasped, dropping his head so that his nearly dry hair flowed free, hiding his face. “Want you inside…”
Before he could say any more, Ario found his world spinning as Cailte rose and put him on his back. Then his fingers were being pulled from his body and replaced with Cailte’s much longer ones.
“Kami!” Ario all but screeched, his magic flaring as fire flowed up from his ass, to his cock, and through his body. “Yes! Hii! Hii! Yes!”
“Fuck me,” Cailte moaned before twisting his fingers deep. “From top to bottom, love! I love a versatile man!”
And before Ario could say more, he felt the broad head of his lover’s cock at his ass. He flexed his muscles, making his hole kiss his lover’s head before Cailte gave a shove that got the head through the ring of guardian muscles.
Instead of pain, Ario felt nothing but a deep, growing hunger and an emptiness that demanded filling. He wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and pulled. He felt his body open for the hard invader and could only scream his gratitude. He clenched down and felt the hardness that would not give as Cailte moved steadily inside of him. Finally, after a small, brilliant bit of eternity, Cailte’s full length rested deep within him.
“Fuck me!” Ario moaned, his head going from side to side on the pillows. Shivers wracked his body. “Fuck me now!”
“I’ll fuck ya, boyo.” Cailte began to grind his hips from side to side, caressing the nerve-rich walls as well as brushing his length against Ario’s prostate.
Ario was beyond words. All he could do was feel -- feel the thick cock sliding through his body, the excited nerves sparking off fire with each slide of that throbbing dick, his body flushing hot and then shivering as bright lights filled his eyes. This was magic, he was magic, and as long as his lover’s cock was moving inside of him, he could do anything!
He was screaming and crying and laughing, and it all felt so damn good! He felt the pressure build, an unencumbered tension that tightened each muscle of his body. But there was no pain. It was just pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
Cailte!” he called to his lover, his nails scraping across his back as Cailte pulled out and slammed his full length home.
And then Ario was gone, crying out as the tension in him broke, as his hard cock began to shoot forth his hot seed, as his ass clenched on the hardness that had given him so much joy and delight.
He was coming! He could feel a gush of wet heat as Cailte exploded as well, but that was only an addition to his satisfaction. He was coming, and there was no pain, there were no tears, there was only heat and ecstasy, and… and… and his heart was melting.
And at the center of this emotional storm that had taken him over was the purple-eyed, red-headed lover he had found. In the middle of it all, holding him together and spreading him across the universe with his loving, was Cailte.
Chapter Six
Being on the receiving side of things, it took Ario a bit more time in the shower to reach a comfortable level of cleanliness, especially after the second time.
His body was still tingling, his mind still in awe. How long had it been since he felt a release of any kind without extreme discomfort to outright pain? And now here he was popping off orgasms like the world was coming to an end today. It was a sensation of freedom that he had not felt in too many years to count.
He was in an extremely good mood when he wandered into the master bedroom and saw his giant leaning against the windowsill, sashes thrown open to the warm, sticky night air and chattering to a squirrel.
He jerked to a halt and blinked his eyes, but the vision remained. Cailte was having a conversation with a squirrel and, of all things, a bat.
“Friends?” He shook his head at the oddity of having an animal speaker as a lover.
“Just setting a watch.” Cailte chuckled as the animals scurried away. “And they brought you something, lad.”
Ario stepped closer and watched as Cailte opened his hand to produce Ario’s missing cell phone.
“They said it belonged to you, lad, and that it had been making noises and disturbing the peace of the night.”
“It still works?” Ario was amazed. He had hurled the thing so far he had been sure it was lying against a tree somewhere, a pile of broken parts. He retrieved the phone and pressed a button on the side to display the calls missed. Then he resisted the urge to hurl the damn thing against a wall.
“What does it do?”
Cailte’s question pulled him out of his growing funk. “This is a cell phone,” he explained. “You may not believe this, but this device allows me to have a conversation with just about anyone from anywhere.”
“Right,” Cailte snickered. “Next thing you are going to say is that people are calling to their loved ones who live on the moon.”
“Actually, we have gone to the moon, Cailte. And it is cold and vast and you need a lot of machines to breathe and survive there.”
Cailte froze. His eyes were so wide it was almost comical.
“And the sun, lad?” he asked, his voice breathless. He didn’t look upset over the disclosure. If anything, the man was beginning to look intrigued.
“Too hot for us to go there and too far away. It took weeks of traveling by rocket ship to get to the moon alone. We are not capable of traveling and surviving a trip to the sun yet.”
“Yet, he says,” Cailte shook his head. “Are they trying?”
“Not really.” Ario chuckled. “It would take too much money. But we are not speaking of economics. We are speaking of this cell phone.”
“Conversations over a long distance.” Cailte shuddered. “The thought of it, lad. So many times in my past trials would I have given a finger to be able to relay information to my fellows.”
“We use it for everything now, old man.” Ario grinned hard as the fascination fled from Cailte’s face, leaving behind genuine amusement. “I can use this device to call for food, to check on friends, to check the weather, I can even take photos and carry them around with me so I won’t forget certain things. See?”
Ario manipulated the touch screen on his phone and pulled up several photos of Japan.
“This was my home
.” He inhaled Cailte’s rich scent as the man walked over and stood at his back, leaning over him to stare at the small phone in his hand.
He manipulated the pictures with his thumbs, stopping and explaining several cultural anomalies he was sure Cailte would not understand.
“Apprentice geisha.” He pointed to one of the petite, white-faced women who had stopped to pose for him years ago when he first fled from the temple. “It is an ancient craft, to be pleasing to men, to be informative so that a man may discuss the day’s affairs and recent events, to soothe and temper him and provide what is required to allow him to relax.”
“Really?” Cailte set his chin on Ario’s shoulder, resting his pale face against Ario’s dusky one, wrapping one long arm around his waist. “Go on, love.”
Ario flushed in pleasure, but cleared his throat and continued with his explanations. “The women with the painted faces are makos -- apprentice geisha. When they have reached the point where they can learn no more, they are allowed to appear without the white rice-powder paint. In the old times, their virginity was auctioned off to a high-paying patron, her first patron, and then she worked at a geisha house, serving to the needs of the men, and sometimes women, who came for relaxation.”
“We call it prostitution, lad --”
“Not prostitution,” Ario snapped, before relaxing his stance. He had dealt with so many wrong Western perceptions on the craft that often led to heated debates. “They need never sleep with anyone again, if they so desire. Their main goal is to relax the atmosphere around a man, to admire him as he sees fit. Often that never involves any sexual contact. But if they do choose a patron, then it is agreed upon by the geisha herself, though she pays her house for her training and her clothing.”
“A whole society, then?”
“And a secret one. No one really knows all of what goes on in a geisha house, though there has always been speculation, especially after the West invaded.”
“War, then?” Cailte squeezed Ario. “War and conquest, I understand, though the way you fight now is so different, so… less honorable?” The way he spoke made the words a question.
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