Credo Quia Absurdum
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No, instead, he lifted his hands up in a victory gesture and threw his head back. There, for Joel to see, were tiny, laced, black panties covering his mate’s pretty cock, a cock that was nice and hard by the way. Joel swallowed loudly when his mate dropped his hands and looked him straight in the eye.
“How do you like my surprise, sweetheart?” Tim murmured, seductively slinking toward the bed.
Joel had to swallow again before answering.
“I love it.” His voice was as strained as his dick felt in the confines of his trousers.
“Well, how about you take your time to explore it, then?” Tim grinned, crawling over Joel until the man fell back to lie flat on the bed. The pixie kept crawling up his body until he was kneeling right in front of his face. Joel had an incredible view of his lace-covered prick. He reached up and palmed the man’s ass cheeks. He could feel the delicate lace under his fingers. He ran his hands up to rest on his mate’s hips and he lifted his head to nuzzle his cheek against the flimsy material. There was a wet spot growing on it, and Joel couldn’t help himself. His tongue snaked out to lick where his mate’s dick was flexing in the panties.
Joel’s hands went back to Tim’s ass and his fingers snuck under the fabric. He unerringly zoned in on Timmy’s hole and heard the sudden intake of breath when two fingers pushed in. He didn’t have enough presence of mind to tease, he was too wound up. Tim’s lace-covered cock thrust against his face and Joel grinned. He licked up and down it through the fabric while he pumped his fingers in and out of his mate’s ass.
“Mmm, how about you let me remove my clothes, honey, and then we can play more, hmm?”
Tim panted as he looked down at him, his eyes filled with liquid fire, but he nodded. He scooted back and to the side and Joel did not hesitate before getting rid of his clothes, nearly shredding them in the process. Soon, he was fully naked, the only thing between him and his mate the sexy panties Tim wore.
“Now, where were we?” Joel asked before pouncing on his mate. He pulled Timiny’s legs from under him until the pixie sprawled on the bed. Joel pinned him down and descended on the man’s groin. He teased, pulling the lace down with his teeth. One hand went down to cup the man’s balls and roll them gently in their sac. His other hand went straight for Tim’s tight channel, immediately pushing in deep. Fortunately, by now, Tim was properly slicked and stretched, his arousal preparing him for their mating.
Joel was eternally grateful to whatever forces gave pixies the mechanism of self-lubrication. He knew he probably did not have enough patience to take care of it. His mate was driving him crazy, moaning and pushing his hips up. Joel hid his grin and lowered his mouth on Timiny’s cock. He kept licking and planting sloppy, wet kisses on it. The slender dick flexed and jumped, trying to get into Joel’s mouth, but the black fabric prevented it. Timiny’s hands were now buried in Joel’s thick, auburn hair. He was pushing Joel down, encouraging him to give the pixie what he needed.
Joel blew a soft breath on the wet lace and saw his lover shudder. He then used his teeth to pull the panties down enough to uncover just the head of his man’s prick. He pumped his fingers harder in and out of Tim’s ass at the same time taking the head of his dick in his mouth and sucking on it. The pixie wailed and tried to thrust, but Joel used his other hand to pin the man firmly down. Finally, he decided the torture was too much, not for Timiny, but for himself.
Joel’s dick was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum and was hard enough to pound nails. He knee-walked to rest between Tim’s legs and lowered himself down. Their groins aligned, and Joel thrust a few times revelling in the feeling of that lace on his dick, the slickness of their combined pre-cum combined with the slightly sharp scratch of the lace creating a wonderful symphony of sensations.
Joel lowered himself over his mate, kissing him deeply, rubbing their dicks together. His hand went back between Tim’s legs and to his quivering opening, which begged to be filled. He thrust three fingers in and was rewarded with Tim moaning into their kiss. Joel did not stall any longer. Without removing the panties he pushed them to the side and guided his dick to Tim’s winking hole. It clenched and unclenched, begging to be filled with Joel’s fat cock.
Joel leaned in to Tim’s ear and whispered in a deep, throaty voice, “I’m gonna fill you so good. I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, spearing my fat cock into your channel. You want that, honey? You want me to fuck you hard and fast? You want me to pound into your tight little ass until you can’t move? Until you’re so sore, you’ll feel me for weeks?” Joel whispered, pushing his hard prick slowly into his pretty mate’s ass. Tim moaned needily and tried to impale himself on Joel’s dick even faster.
As soon as he was balls-deep in Tim’s ass, Joel supported himself on one hand while embracing Tim with his other arm. He slowly pulled them up until Tim was sitting on his groin. The position made Joel’s dick press against Tim’s prostate and the pixie whimpered. They were now eye-to-eye, and Joel could see every twitch, every little grimace his mate made.
He took hold of Timiny’s hips and helped his pretty pixie move up and down his dick. Soon, Tim got the rhythm and was riding him on his own, Joel’s hands merely steadying him. The black lace still covered Tim’s dick and scraped against Joel’s groin. These dual sensations, the heat and slickness of Tim’s channel compared with the scratch of the lace, were almost too much for Joel to bear.
He felt his dick swell slightly and knew he was close to coming. He reached one hand between them and used his thumb to massage the exposed head of Tim’s dick. It was wet, slick with the pixie’s pre-cum, and angry red. Tim’s tempo increased, and Joel dipped his fingernail in the man’s slit. That was all it took.
Joel felt his mate’s channel clench around his dick, hugging it, milking it. At the same time, Tim’s cock shot pearly streams of sticky cum, and Tim wailed. Joel didn’t even think. He grabbed Timiny’s waist and pulled his mate to lie under him. He then started thrusting furiously. It took only two, three thrusts for his cock to erupt, coating Tim’s insides with his seed.
Joel shut his eyes tightly, feeling the waves of his orgasm flow over him. He slumped down, hugging his mate close to him. They lay in silence for several minutes and Joel felt himself drifting away. It wasn’t until he felt Timiny stir that he knew it was time to get up. He was a tall, heavy man, and squishing his smaller mate wasn’t something he wanted to do. He lifted his head first, blinking up at Tim lazily.
“Love you, honey, and love your surprise, too.” He grinned. Tim looked back at him, his eyes soft and full of feeling.
“Love you, too, my amazing human. I couldn’t dream of a better mate.”
“Mmm.” Joel lifted up on his elbow and pecked a kiss on Tim’s lips. “Great, so now, let that amazing mate take care of you, hm?” He got up and reached for his discarded T-shirt. He used it to wipe himself then freed Tim from the panties and cleaned him. He threw both pieces of fabric to the side and lay down next to his mate, pulling him into a hug.
They just lay there cuddling for a long while. Finally, Tim spoke softly, quietly.
“You know, when I learned about the prophecy, I was angry and depressed. I thought it was unfair. What the prophecy expected was impossible, I thought. A human impervious to fey charms? Never going to happen.” Tim took a deep breath and looked up from where he rested on Joel’s chest. “A human living long ago once said, Prorsus credibile est, quia ineptum est, which can be translated to ‘It is by all means to be believed, because it is absurd.’
“I never really believed it, you know? How can you believe that something impossible must happen? Because that’s basically what the man was saying. Yet, here you are, my certain impossibility. My credo quia absurdum.” Tim searched Joel’s eyes and then smiled at him. “I love you, Joel Simmonds, my mate. You made me believe in impossible. You made it happen. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Timmy. Impossible or not, you are mine, and always will be.” There was nothing else to say. They were in love
, and love conquered all, even the impossible.
THE END
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