A Hyacinth for His Hideousness

by Tharah Meester

  Hyacinth was listening through the stethoscope to Vrila’s heart, which beat with a strong but slow tempo. “Too calm, Mister. Maybe we can speed it up a bit,” he muttered. “I hope you’re aware we’re now going to sleep with each other, Sir. I’m consumed with passion for you.” His voice was soothing and only a whisper, but caused the pounding in Vrila’s chest to quicken. He felt satisfied each time it happened. He was elated by it. Vrila’s body reacted to him. His heart belonged to him. There simply was no greater compliment or a better proof of love. His fingertips wandered over his husband’s flat abdomen and finally caressed his muscular thighs. “I’ll moan for you and make you moan as well. Do you think you’d like that?”

  His lover nodded eagerly; he could sense it, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Say it.”

  “I’d like that,” was Vrila’s breathless reply, his slender fingers buried in Hyacinth’s curls, which he knew his husband liked.

  Hyacinth reached under Vrila’s shirt to feel his bare skin. It was warm. Seductively soft. A quiet whimper escaped Vrila’s throat as he probed into his trousers to grab hold of him.

  Hyacinth wanted to watch him. He put the stethoscope away and braced himself on an elbow. Vrila was beautiful. His shoulder-length hair spilled like silk across the white pillow. His kissable lips were slightly open, his eyes closed but surely clouded with desire. His slender nose lent his remarkable features their final edge of perfection.

  The tip of Hyacinth’s tongue flitted forth. His stomach churned intensely as was often the case when he gazed upon Vrila.

  In soft movements his hand glided up and down his husband’s sinuous, hard length. He wanted to allow himself time, to enjoy the warmth and every small sound Vrila emitted. When he opened his eyes and their gazes met, countless shivers coursed through his body. He loved this man so much. Hungrily, he leaned over and took possession of his lips. They separated for him, allowed him entry. Their tongues toyed with one another. The taste of Vrila robbed him of his self-control and had him abandon his intention to proceed slowly. How could he rein in his passion when his lover was so captivating?

  Now and again, whenever Vrila dressed in his soldier’s uniform for him, everything went much too quickly and lasted at most two minutes. It was difficult to contain his desire when he had a lover who was so perfect.

  Surely there were many men who would burn with desire for Vrila. Jealousy smouldered deep within him. Not that he’d ever allow anyone to put their hands on his husband!

  Vrila threw his arms around Hyacinth’s waist and pulled him close with a wild jolt. Immediately they grappled among the pillows and removed their clothes. His heart pounded loudly, wanting to burst from his chest. A pleasant anxiety reigned in his abdomen. They’d already spent so many nights together, but each time he became excited again. He knew he could never get enough. Never enough of Vrila.

  “Gavrila,” he muttered rapturously at his soft mouth. This man was his life.

  Vrila turned with him onto his back and released himself from his lips. “I need you,” he exclaimed between his teeth, which made his words sound strangely determined. Was it because today was the day that none of them had mentioned but they’d all been well aware of?

  “But you have me.” He ran his hand gingerly through Vrila’s hair and looked at him enquiringly. His cock was pressing against his husband’s, and he found it difficult to ignore that circumstance.

  “I need you wholly and completely,” Vrila whispered and pressed the small bottle of oil against his chest to make it clear to him what he meant.

  Hyacinth’s lips parted in astonishment when he understood. Instantly he became harder than ever before. That definitely meant something. Beside the powerful arousal, a sense of nervousness inflicted him. He moistened his fingers and bent down to kiss Vrila while he cautiously and somewhat timidly sought his way inside. Slender legs spread apart for him and an additional, languorous shiver coursed through his body. Dammit, he was so ready that he harboured the fear he’d come too soon. His heart still pulsed a beat faster than before. A slight dizziness befell him when he worked his finger inside and elicited a moan as reward. Sweat beaded over his skin, and he scrutinised his husband’s beautiful face contorted with desire.

  He added a second finger. Vrila’s breath intensified, and he extended his hips toward him.

  When Hyacinth understood it wouldn’t be his fingers, but soon his manhood performing those movements, he could hardly hold himself back. If Vrila were to touch him now, he’d come...

  Licking his lips, he looked down at his husband’s cock as it pressed against his abdomen while drops pearled at its tip. He wrapped his right hand around it and let his fist glide up and down a few times.

  At last he could no longer resist taking it into his mouth. Vrila thanked him with a surprised groan that sounded more like a gasp.

  He played around it with his tongue, firmly enclosed it with his lips and didn’t release him until Vrila gently pushed against his shoulders, making him aware he couldn’t contain himself much longer.

  Quivering with tension, Hyacinth grabbed him by the arm to indicate he should lie on his stomach. Before obeying, Vrila flashed a long, passionate look at him.

  After swallowing, he lay atop him and thrust himself as slowly as his desire allowed into his husband’s narrow, moist warmth. Each one’s groans intermingled with that of the other. What a breath-taking sensation to be inside him...

  His hands softly caressed Vrila’s body. He adored it as much as the charming nature he had brought to the surface. Leaning over Vrila’s shoulder, he kissed his sweet mouth before he pulled back to thrust himself in anew. God, how narrow he was…

  Vrila’s throat heaved an affirmative sigh, letting him know he was doing everything right.

  His urge to hasten the tempo mounted. He wanted to ram heedlessly into the exquisite warmth and seek release but held back. He knew his husband well enough to know he was not only doing it for himself but also for him and that Vrila had never before allowed anyone to possess him in such a manner. Hyacinth was the first. A thought that nearly drove him over the edge.

  His cock throbbed hard and impatiently. When he plunged a further time deeply between those perfect buttocks and kissed Vrila’s seductive smelling neck, he came despite his efforts to restrain himself. He clenched his teeth, and between them a moan erupted while he pumped.

  Motionless and breathing heavily, he lay for several seconds atop his husband who rocked him up and down with each of his own breaths. Then he pressed his lips on Vrila’s flushed cheek and whispered with a mixture of embarrassment and ultimate satisfaction: “I’ll work on my endurance.”

  “We’ll both need to work on it,” Vrila uttered with a barely perceptible smile and glanced at him. It pierced him to the core of his being.

  Hyacinth had to clear his throat before he could ask: “What do you mean?”

  “What I mean is, the sheets under me are wet.” The redness in his face deepened while Hyacinth grinned salaciously.

  He’d satisfied Vrila and was more pleased with himself than he actually should have been. “Now you see how good I am.”

  “You can be completely content with yourself, my lad.” Vrila laughed and turned over so that Hyacinth could lie down beside him on the pillows. He positioned himself as lasciviously as possible to please his husband. Vrila’s laughter was so beautiful – he loved it.

  “I’m the best lover in all of Levona, Farefyr and the Empire together, say it!” he demanded and tried hard not to giggle.

  Vrila’s expression changed. His grin transformed into a tender smile, and his demeanour became so serene that Hyacinth felt the difference. “You certainly are.” Gentle fingers caressed his cheeks and his chin. “In addition, you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met.” The muscles in his neck tensed.

  “Tell me you love me,” Hyacinth whispered and stared into those dark eyes that fascinated him while he cuddled the hand stroking him. His heart was already p
ounding loudly again.

  “I love you,” Vrila whispered with such honesty that it moved him once more and conveyed emotions only Vrila sparked within him.

  A moment later he was embracing his husband’s neck and closed his lips with a passionate kiss.

  “My dearest one.” Vrila laughed quietly into his mouth and drew him closer so they could lie in each other’s arms between the disarrayed sheets.

  Neither one of them could have imagined how happy they would one day be. With one another and only with one another.

  Gavrila and Hyacinth. Forever.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tharah Meester discovered very early, that a good romance novel not only raises your heartbeat, but can also cause a tingling sensation in your stomach. Not much later she realized, that this feeling is strongest, when she writes those stories herself.

  By now being an author has become her dearest passion and beyond that her career having written more than 25 short stories and novels. Her most beloved genre is Historical Gay Romance, where she most of the time resides in her fictive world of Farefyr, that she created with her husband. Together they live with their much-loved dog in a small city in Austria.

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