A Fairy's Embrace

by Maggie Morton

  ‘You look – sad,’ Caden said, his words bringing Persius back into the room. Caden walked over, cupped Persius’s chin, and kissed him. Persius kissed Caden back, glad to be doing something other than thinking in that moment. As Caden pulled away from Persius he sighed softly. ‘Maybe we should skip the drinks.’

  ‘Maybe we should.’

  Caden took Persius’s hand and began to lead him back to his bedroom. Where they’d had sex for the first time. Where Persius wanted to sleep every night. Where he was now undressing Caden, taking off each layer of his clothing. But he did so at a very slow pace, taking his time. He didn’t want to rush into the sex like they had every other time – he wanted to enjoy every second of it. Right now, he was enjoying running his fingers back and forth across Caden’s bare chest, his touch light, gentle, but then, without a single bit of warning, he tossed Caden onto the bed. Then Persius took the tie that Caden had been wearing only a little bit ago and leant down over Caden. ‘Have you been – tied up before?’ Persius asked him. ‘And can I?’

  ‘No, no, but I think I’ve really been missing out. And yes, go ahead.’

  So Persius went ahead, binding Caden’s wrists, wrapping the tie around them until they were secure.

  ‘Look at how hard you’ve made me!’ Caden’s voice was soft, and he sounded a little surprised.

  Persius didn’t only look – he moved his face down to Caden’s crotch, sucking on his hard cock through his pants, leaving a moist spot behind, leaving Caden’s dick even harder than before. ‘Yes, you certainly are hard. But I bet I can make you much harder.’

  ‘A challenge I’ll accept with joy in my heart,’ Caden replied, his eyes squinting up in a look of supreme mischief.

  Persius stripped off the rest of his clothes as quickly as possible, but he took his time removing Caden’s pants and underwear, making sure to brush up against his dick as many times as he possibly could, which caused Caden to make a number of lovely, sexy sighs. ‘Finally!’ Caden said with a laugh as his underwear was tossed to the side of the bed. Persius was much quicker about putting a condom on Caden’s cock, and didn’t exactly take his time lubing it up, either.

  ‘I thought the guy who was tied up was the one who got penetrated,’ Caden said, gasping as Persius began to slide down onto his cock.

  ‘Shows you’ve got a lot to learn, old man.’

  ‘Old man?’ Caden laughed, then gasped again as Persius began to ride him. ‘How old are you, again?’ he joked, his eyes squinting up as he grinned.

  ‘Old enough to know how to do this,’ Persius answered, leaning down and removing the tie that bound Caden’s wrists. Persius placed Caden’s hand on his poor, neglected dick, and squeezed that hand tight around it, then began to move it up and down, each stroke of their hands timed to match the speed and movement of his body, each stroke of their hands matching the way he rode Caden’s cock.

  ‘You certainly do know how to do – this,’ Caden sighed. His eyes travelled from Persius’s cock to his face, and Persius wondered – which did he like looking at more? But it didn’t really matter in this moment – in this moment, what mattered most was the fact that he could feel a massive orgasm coming on, and he only hoped that Caden was feeling something similar. But just to make sure, he tilted his head away from Caden, whispering a prayer to the fairy goddess of lovemaking. Was that what they were … No, best not to think such things. And then Persius couldn’t think at all, his body tensing and his back drawing taut. He began to quiver and shake and then cried out, and Caden grabbed his hips, fucking his ass hard and mean as Persius came. Before his orgasm ended, though, Caden was having one of his own, his body thrashing around as he made it quite clear through his actions and noises that this was a fucking amazing orgasm.

  Persius didn’t just have to guess about it, because a giant grin spread across Caden’s face a few moments later, the words, ‘Best orgasm – of my life,’ coming out of his lovely, smiling lips.

  ‘Mine wasn’t far off from that.’ Not far off at all. Persius slowly removed Caden’s dick. ‘What would you say to taking a shower together?’

  ‘I haven’t had anyone to shower with in ages.’ Caden answered.

  ‘Is that a yes, then?’

  ‘A very happy “yes”.’

  So Persius pulled Caden up off the bed and let him lead them into the bathroom, where Persius took off the only thing he was still wearing – a condom – and joined Caden under the steaming hot water. It wasn’t long before they were kissing again, though, and not too long either before Persius was hard again, made that way because Caden had insisted on washing his cock. And it really wasn’t long before Persius was coming again, his back pressed up against Caden’s front and his body tense as Caden gripped his cock and sunk his teeth into his neck.

  ‘Looks like I’ll have to start washing it all over again,’ Caden chuckled.

  ‘No, now I think yours needs a washing.’

  ‘Sorry, kiddo, but I really can’t get hard again that – fast.’ Caden was interrupted near the end of his sentence by Persius’s hand grabbing on to his dick, a hand that was doing a damn good job of proving him wrong.

  Hours of debauchery followed, interspersed with stretches of pillow talk and a 2 a.m. trip into the kitchen for some grapes and a loaf of sourdough. Caden laughed when Persius insisted not only on feeding him the grapes, but on peeling them first. ‘You are my superior, after all,’ Persius said as he popped another juicy, red grape into Caden’s mouth. ‘And where I come from, this is how we treat our superiors.’ Of course, he hadn’t told Caden where he had come from – Caden not only wouldn’t have believed him, he also probably wouldn’t even pause before he kicked Persius out. No human wanted to spend the night with a “crazy” person. Even though Persius wasn’t crazy. Even though it all was true.

  ‘Well,’ Caden said softly, leaning over to kiss Persius, ‘if you insist, you can continue peeling them. After all, I don’t want to insult your – people.’

  Caden finally fell asleep somewhere around 3 a.m., his left arm draped over Persius’s side. Persius, though, couldn’t get to sleep quite yet, but he didn’t mind – he wanted to enjoy this moment, with Caden’s warm, sleeping body so close and comforting. Caden’s body had been pressed up against him most of the night, but this was different – this was affection, not sex. Persius also wanted to think about Caden’s last words, the ones he’d said quietly into Persius’s ear, right before his breathing slowed, right before he fell asleep – “I really like you, Persius”.

  ‘I really like you too,’ Persius had whispered into the quiet room, but Caden had already drifted off. ‘I really love you, actually,’ Persius had said, even softer.

  ‘Mmm.’ Had Caden heard him? He hoped not, he really did. But as Persius finally drifted off, a very small part of him hoped that Caden had heard him after all.

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning, Caden was lucky enough to enjoy the delight that was morning sex. And he got to enjoy it with someone he actually liked too, Caden thought as he made out with Persius. He had a feeling that he’d have good luck with this one, a feeling which didn’t seem to make the sex any less hot, and both that feeling and the amazing orgasm he had put a spring in his step as he bustled around the kitchen making French toast and a fruit salad.

  ‘This looks delicious,’ Persius said as Caden plated up the food. After his first bite of the French toast, he sighed and shut his eyes. ‘It is delicious. What’s it called?’

  ‘What’s it called? What, you’ve never had French toast before? You’ve never even seen it?’

  ‘I’m not from America, originally. I guess I didn’t tell you that yet.’

  Both Persius’s expression and tone of voice rang slightly untrue to Caden’s well-trained ears and eyes. He had to sniff out untruths in his sessions at work, but it annoyed him when he couldn’t turn that ability off around people who weren’t clients – and especially around a person who, in this case, he really liked. So what i
f Persius sounded like he was lying?

  But no, it hadn’t seemed like lying; at least, not lying straight out. It had seemed like there was something else there, beyond just the fact that Persius wasn’t originally from this country. It sounded as if there was something about who Persius was that he wasn’t comfortable sharing. At least not yet. That would have to be fine for now, Caden decided. No need to make the poor guy uncomfortable as, really, Caden wanted him to be as at ease as possible when they were together. He liked this guy. No, he really liked this guy. And there was no way in hell he was going to scare him off by prying into his past before it was his right to know. All would come with time. After all, he knew from his years of studying and practice that trust was a wonderful thing, but it had to be earned. Especially if someone had trouble trusting. It hadn’t seemed like that was the case with Persius, but, as Caden was learning, there was most likely a lot more to this young man than he’d previously thought.

  Caden had set his alarm to go off earlier than usual so that Persius would have time to go home and change – they didn’t want to make their relationship obvious at work, after all. There was no doubt in Caden’s mind that Tina would find out, though – and she might have a little help from Caden. He wanted to talk with her about Persius as soon as possible. He ran all his love interests past her, and it was good that he did – she had a keen eye for jerks, having dated her fair share of them before she’d sworn off men for good. Hopefully, she would approve of his new interest’s personality as well as his looks.

  After Persius left, he put their dishes in the sink and got ready for work. Another day which would be spent trying not to be distracted by his lovely new love interest. “Love” interest! Ha! Way too soon for that, Caden thought as he walked in the office’s front door. But a little while later, as Persius entered the office kitchen, all it took was one glance, and Caden stopped thinking about anything but the feeling of warmth that came from Persius’s smile – a smile which, wonderfully enough, seemed to be caused by him.

  He couldn’t help feeling a little lucky as he left the room, and he began to whistle the song he’d heard on the radio on his way to the office. The lyrics had been about Cupid, and how he spent all his time joining lovers together. A silly song, Caden thought as he entered his office, but rather catchy. He just knew it would be stuck in his head for quite a while.

  He spent the rest of the day in a wonderful mood, one which somehow managed to last through a few very challenging sessions with clients. He even had to fight to keep the smile off his face at times, because there were certainly moments during that day where a smile would have been incredibly inappropriate. But once his work day was over, he was completely free to smile. So he did, beginning by smiling at Persius as he invited him over for dinner.

  ‘No, it’s my turn to have you over,’ was Persius’s answer. ‘I want to make you something from where I’m originally from.’

  ‘And where’s that?’ Caden was rather curious at this point about where this young man had come from.

  But instead of answering him, Persius said, ‘It’s called Harare, and our maid taught me how to make it. It’s kind of, well, what you might have called “peasant food” in the past. But it’s delicious. I just hope I can find ingredients close enough to the ones we had back in … Where I’m from.’

  The fact that Persius seemed – embarrassed, perhaps, about where he was from didn’t worry Caden much. It was still early on in their relationship. This mystery would disappear eventually, of course. It also seemed as if, like a particularly skittish client, Persius might get spooked if Caden asked him where, exactly, he had moved here from. Caden hoped Persius didn’t have a record, or that some secret from his past wouldn’t come out and prove to be a deal breaker. But it was probably too soon to think about deal breakers. He just wanted to get to know Persius, at least for now, in the very first stages of their relationship.

  A couple of hours later, Persius was hard at work at his stove-top. They’d spent most of those two hours trying to find the ingredients required to make dinner, and Persius had finally settled on mandarin-limes after a long search for a citrus-like fruit similar to what he had back home. The grocer at the small market where they’d found the limes had been kind enough to let Persius try a few different fruits from his produce section – he was quite obviously gay, and Caden couldn’t help feeling a little jealous as he watched the man drool over Persius. A not-so-subtly-placed arm around Persius’s shoulders had gotten the grocer to back off, but he still dropped a free chocolate into their bag of groceries.

  ‘Come back any time,’ he’d said, his gaze clearly showing that he wasn’t really talking to both of them.

  But now they were back at Persius’s place, with a kitchen full of amazing smells, and both men were in wonderful moods. ‘I must admit, I’m really looking forward to trying this dish of yours,’ Caden told Persius, as he watched him dash around his small kitchen, putting what seemed to be the final touches on the meal.

  ‘Well, I doubt it’ll be as good as it was back home, and it certainly won’t be as good as Seihanna’s version, but I think it’ll be edible, at least.’ Persius mopped his brow and sighed, then turned off all the burners and began to serve up the food. Each plate soon held a salmon steak with slivers of mandarin-lime coating their tops and a bright red dash of paprika sprinkled on top of as well as beneath the fruit.

  ‘Well, it looks – and smells – amazing. I think it’ll be much more than edible.’

  ‘I hope so!’

  Persius insisted on carrying the plates to the table, so Caden brought the newly-opened bottle of Rioja and wineglasses, and he sat down across from Persius. ‘I want you to take the first bite,’ Persius told Caden.

  ‘If you insist.’ Caden eased some of the tender-looking fish onto his fork and took his first bite. ‘Fuck me.’

  ‘Is it so bad that you want to skip dinner for sex?’ Persius sounded quite sad.

  ‘No, no, I was talking to the food.’ Caden laughed, then scooped up a much bigger bite. ‘I’d almost give up sex for this.’

  ‘What a relief! I mean, that it turned out that well … And that you aren’t ready to give up sex. Because I bought something on my lunch break.’

  ‘You just cooked this amazing dinner to seduce me, didn’t you?’ Caden said around a large bite of the salmon.

  ‘I might’ve had ulterior motives.’ Persius took a bite, then sighed happily as he closed his mouth and began to chew. ‘It’s close enough, I must admit.’

  ‘If this is “close enough”, I can’t wait to taste the real version!’

  Persius looked down. Was that a frown on his face? But when he looked back at Caden, he was smiling.

  Caden had made a salad to go with the fish, but neither of them ate much of it. He wasn’t insulted in the least that Persius seemed more interested in the fish than the salad. After all, Caden really couldn’t blame him, as he realised he almost would have been happy eating this dish every single day for the rest of his life. But perhaps there were other dishes from Persius’s home country that he might know how to make. Not that he really needed another reason to keep seeing Persius at this point, Caden thought.

  But Caden didn’t have too much time left to consider how he felt about Persius, because shortly after they’d polished off the wine – it had been a small bottle, after all – Persius reminded him that he had a surprise waiting in the bedroom. Caden didn’t have to be told twice – he followed Persius straight into his room, where a small, glossy black bag sat on the bed.

  ‘You don’t mind if I blindfold you, do you?’ Persius asked.

  ‘Not at all.’

  ‘Good.’

  Only a little bit later, a burgundy silk blindfold was tied around Caden’s eyes, blocking out all the light in the room. ‘Can you see anything?’ Caden heard Persius ask.

  ‘No, not a thing.’

  Then Persius fell silent, approaching Caden and beginning to unbuckle his belt, and piece by
piece, Caden was stripped of his clothes, until he stood there completely naked, save the blindfold. Persius placed his hands on Caden’s shoulders, turning him around, and then slowly lowered him onto his hands and knees. Persius’s hands were gentle but firm – it was clear that, this time, he was the one who was in charge. Caden certainly wasn’t interested in complaining. But he began to wonder what Persius was going to do next, as he’d stopped touching Caden for a few moments. An answer came in a cold, wet sensation on Caden’s asshole, a sensation that was followed by a bit of pressure – Persius’s finger. Caden sighed as the finger began to penetrate his ass, biting his bottom lip as the finger began to fuck him.

  ‘Are you ready for a second finger?’ Caden felt Persius’s free hand wrap around his cock as he said this, punctuating the end of his sentence with a light squeeze of Caden’s dick.

  ‘Yeah … Yes, Persius.’ Another finger slipped inside Caden’s ass, and as Persius let Caden get used to the second finger, he began to stroke Caden’s cock, causing him to arch his back a little and push back against the two fingers.

  ‘You’re an eager little slut, aren’t you?’ Persius’s voice held a hint of a growl, just like it had on their first night together. It was clear to Caden that he loved to be the one on top.

  ‘Yes, very, very eager,’ Caden replied. His voice came out breathy and soft, and his words were punctuated with another sigh as he felt a third finger slip into his ass.

  ‘Are you ready for my cock now?’

  ‘Completely.’ Caden was so turned on by now that words were a little difficult to get out. All he was able to think about was how long it would be until Persius fucked him and how good it would feel when he did.

  ‘Good.’

  Caden gasped as Persius’s fingers slipped out, all three of them at once. He couldn’t help grinning just a bit as he heard the sound of a wrapper being torn. He felt the bed shift slightly, and then Persius placed a firm hand on his left hip. Finally, he felt the pressure of Persius’s dick against his asshole, as Persius began to slowly ease himself inside. But Caden had been dreaming of this moment for days, so he knew it wouldn’t be hard at all for Persius to get all the way in. And soon enough, he could feel Persius’s balls resting against his skin, a clear sign that he was as full as he was going to get. He reached down to his cock and began to play with himself as he felt Persius begin to fuck his ass. This had certainly been worth waiting for, he thought – this was even better than dinner. Much, much better. And then his thoughts faded away to almost nothing, as Persius proceeded to reach down and remove Caden’s hand, replacing it with his own, and he began to stroke Caden in time to his thrusts. They fucked for quite a while like this, and Persius seemed to have a second sense about how close Caden was to getting off – each time he got close, Persius’s hand would slow down, and he would fuck Caden at a much more leisurely pace.