by J P Sayle
“Yes, beloved.”
A tear slid down Greg’s cheek into his hair. Following the path with his finger, Aaden struggled to pull in a breath in a room that felt airless. He felt the damp smooth skin under his rough finger. He lifted his finger to his lips and tasted the salty tear before lowering his mouth to Greg’s waiting lips. The feeling of sadness somehow fitted the moment, though he wasn’t sure how under the sense of love and devotion that emanated around them.
He eased down, hugging Greg into his broad chest, appreciating how small and fragile he was as he tenderly cupped his head. He gently caressed Greg’s chin, feeling the soft stubble under his rough fingertips. He kept the kiss light as the earlier hunger softened with the emotions teaming around them. The moment of remembrance lingered from past souls, their presence as solid as Greg and he.
Not sure how he felt about their presence, Aaden deepened the kiss, losing himself in the taste of Greg’s growing hunger. His soft puffy lips opened, allowing him to delve in and feast. Their tongues sucked and slid sinuously in a mating dance.
Aaden felt the gentle rasp of Greg’s springy leg hair slide over his flesh as he opened his thighs, wrapping his legs around him and dragging him closer. Tiny sensations sparked and flickered to life under his skin, deepening his desire to plunder and ravage.
Their cocks bumped together, causing groans and moans to fill the silence. Aaden’s hips took on a mind of their own, gyrating against Greg’s cock. He gasped into Greg’s mouth at the first feel of his silky flesh sliding against his. Greg’s answering moan had him repeating the move. The answering growl and hands forcefully gripping his backside had Aaden rolling his hips, letting his cock give Greg a sensuous massage. The dual groans had him lifting his mouth with a gasp. His sweat-soaked hair hung around Greg, curtaining his face.
The puffy lips and the stark wanton desire gazing back at him had him diving back down, needing more. He wanted to drive Greg out of his mind so there would be no thoughts of others.
His large rough palms stroked down Greg’s silky flesh, seeking those sensitive spots that would drive him wild. He took note of each tiny whimper or full-body shiver as Greg quaked. His cock was leaking, creating a pool on his lower abs that Aaden’s mouth watered to taste. Taking his time, he explored every freckle, kissing and licking his way over Greg’s corded muscles, paying homage to every little mark he found.
“One day soon, I’m going to kiss and count every freckle you have on this glorious body.” His husky promise had Greg lift his heavy-lidded eyes to Aaden. Pleasure sparkled out of his face.
“Is that a threat?”
Greg’s question had him rise back up so he could clearly see Aaden meant every word.
“Nope, that’s not a threat. It’s a promise. Because I’m sure you have freckles in places you never considered.” Aaden bent, kissing him swiftly before Greg could respond when his cheeks flushed scarlet.
“Everywhere, Greg. Without exception.” He saw he’d got his point across when Greg’s cock bounced against his stomach, dripping more pre-come. “I’m going to slowly torture you with my lips and my tongue.” Kissing his way back down Greg’s vibrating body, Aaden grinned as he bit at Greg’s erect right nipple, blowing on it before sucking it into his mouth. He chewed on it for good measure when he felt Greg go rigid. His hips thrust into the air as if seeking something to rub against, making Aaden growl.
Greg
Greg thought he was going to die a slow torturous death feeling Aaden’s hot breath coat his overheated skin. Each sweep of his wet tongue gliding over his flesh had him desperate for more, for something to fill him. Never had anyone taken the time to explore his body so thoroughly. It made him mindless. He stretched wantonly over the soft, warm cotton, offering himself to Aaden’s desire-laden gaze. Any worries he’d had that Aaden hadn’t wanted this fled with each new torment he inflicted with his hot, slick lips.
Greg struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and watch as Aaden slid sinuously back down his body, not missing any of his hot spots. His lips seemed to have mapped his body better than a geologist could with a real map. His body quaked and quivered, knowing what was coming. The sudden sadness he’d felt surrounding them drifted away as Greg felt himself submerged in waves of pleasure. Though Magnus, he felt inside his chest, had not gone far.
He arched off the bed as Aaden finally took pity on his weeping cock and sucked him deep, making thoughts of Magnus and sadness disappear.
The sensitive head hit Aaden’s tonsils, causing a small choking sound that had Greg smirk. He may not have the biggest cock in the world, but it would seem he could still make his man gag.
His man.
He liked the way it sounded. The thought turned to a loud moan when Aaden dragged his teeth slowly up his cock before nibbling on the blushing head. He chewed and nibbled, his tongue snaking around the underside till it found the bundle of nerves. With each passing swipe of his tongue, Greg’s cock leapt and danced, offering its abundance of pre-come, rewarding Aaden’s efforts.
So lost in the sensations, Greg jerked slightly when Aaden’s warm fingers spread him wider, seeking his sensitive pucker. The slight pressure pushing against his sensitive rim had him clench in anticipation.
Hot wet chuckles spread down his cock. “Open for me, my red-headed beauty. Let me see what belongs to me.”
The possessive demand should have pissed him off, but Greg found himself responding. Relaxing his muscles, he opened fully. He stretched his legs as wide as they would go, letting Aaden settle more fully between his thighs. He was rewarded with Aaden sucking him deeper. Aaden swallowed his cock, and he was encased in a tight, velvety heat.
Greg exhaled, gasping with the urge to come. His fingers dug into the sheets, seeking purchase, as he tried to fight off the need. He wanted Aaden inside him, more than he wanted his next breath.
“Please… no more teasing… I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. I need you… please.” His gasping rambling had Aaden give one final hard suck, making his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Greg clutched uselessly at the sheets. He was desperate to let the orgasm that was building in his sac free when his spine tingled. His arse clenched and throbbed, reminding him that he wanted more.
The relief he felt when Aaden moved was short-lived as his nose buried into Greg’s sac and inhaled. Greg groaned at the feel of his warm, wet tongue sliding over his balls before they were teased into Aaden’s wet heaven of a mouth. He struggled to keep his backside on the bed when Aaden rolled them around his mouth, his tongue pretending to be a hockey stick as he played with him.
Greg hung on by a thread. His hand flew down to his cock and gripped the base as the tingling intensified to epic proportions before Aaden released him. Aaden’s glorious tongue slid down, licking his waiting pucker. Greg couldn’t resist pushing closer to Aaden, greedy for his mouth to sample all of him in the worst way.
The wet slurping noises Aaden made as he tasted him had Greg grasping his cock in a death grip. His hips pulsed unashamedly, offering his arse to Aaden to do with as he pleased. Greg’s head thrashed on the soft pillows when Aaden ramped up the heat by slowly opening him with his tongue. He felt the tip stretch his rim. The burn was marginal as Aaden teased the sensitive flesh, causing sparks to flitter through his sac straight to his cock. Gripping harder to stop the inevitable from happening, Greg begged.
“Do something. Anything. Just fuck me right now. Oh God, I’m gonna come any second if you don’t get that big fat cock inside me.” Gasped words seemed to do the trick as Aaden relinquished Greg’s arse. But his hope died again when Aaden sucked his fingers into his mouth, making a show before he took those dripping digits back to Greg’s pucker.
“I’m not going to hurt you, my red-headed beauty. You’re tighter than Scrooge, and if I don’t loosen you, it will hurt when I make love to you.”
Aaden’s growled words were hardly recognisable when he pushed one finger deep, as if making a point when Greg’s body clasped tight. Hold
ing on to his cock, Greg felt his nerves spring to life. Moaning he rolled his hips, hoping to get Aaden deeper. The burn morphed into pleasure when Aaden’s finger found his bundle of nerves, lighting up his backside faster than Guy Fawkes lit up parliament.
Greg felt Aaden add another finger, stretching him. His cock unrelenting, Greg kept a tight hold, knowing as soon as Aaden pushed inside him, it would be over in seconds.
He longed for the deeper connection. His patience wearing thin, he snarled.
“Enough. Fuck. I’m more than ready. You better have lube and condoms nearby, or I’m gonna strangle you with my bare hands.”
His threat had the pools of lust in Aaden’s eyes deepen, making his breath catch in his chest. The need he felt matched Aaden’s hot stare. When Aaden leant over to the bedside drawer and pulled out supplies while his other hand continued to torment him, Greg thanked the gods.
It felt like forever as he watched Aaden cover his totem pole of a cock with a condom. He wondered where Aaden got one big enough to fit.
The shock of cold lube dripping between his arse cheeks had his mind shutting down. The cooling liquid added to his torment. His hole clenched in anticipation when Aaden moved closer, lowering himself on to his elbows over Greg. His whole body pinned Greg to the mattress as he slowly eased his thighs open a fraction more as he positioned himself at Greg’s entrance.
Greg took a deep breath. The aroma of sex and musk coated his mouth as he met Aaden’s intense desire head on. His whole body melted under the heat of the need swirling in the dark depth of his eyes. Any doubts that this was about some ancient souls died in that second as Aaden bent and claimed his mouth as he slammed into his body. The painful burn as he stretched him to capacity left him breathless. The air was trapped in his lungs as Aaden continued to devour his mouth, upping the ante. He let his body relax, and the burn eased when he let his body accept the intrusion.
His body opened, accommodating Aaden’s large cock. A driving need for more that Greg wasn’t sure was just his had him clasp his thighs around Aaden, encouraging him to move, to understand they were ready for this.
Greg accepted what was happening inside him as he let Magnus have this moment with him. His chest swelled. An all-consuming love battered at his senses. The combined emotion had tears leak out before he could stop them. Sweat dripped down his skin. He didn’t know if it was his or Aaden’s.
He didn’t care when his flesh slid sensuously against the rough hairs on Aaden’s body. The tingling sensations darting through him increased as Aaden dug his knees into the mattress and drove harder into his channel. The angle was perfect. His arse lit up with glee, and his blood danced and thrummed through his veins as he struggled to draw in a breath as Aaden devoured his mouth. His trapped cock got a sensual rub in between the ridges of Aaden’s hard abdominal muscles, making his eyes cross.
The pleasure was now all his. Magnus’s soul seemed happy to step back, giving Greg this moment.
Greg knew it was too late to stop his orgasm when the tingling turned into a raging inferno bubbling inside his sac. The heat built, becoming unbearable. He felt his chest heave as he pulled his mouth from Aaden’s. His eyes scrunched shut as emotions assaulted his heart, his soul. A ripping feeling cut through the pleasure for a moment, causing his lungs to scream before he released a pent-up breath. His orgasm barrelled out of his cock so fast he struggled to catch his breath. The pain and pleasure made it impossible to speak.
Greg howled.
His neck strained as his head pushed back into the pillows and his chest arched off the mattress.
He felt the heat spread inside his channel, and if possible, Aaden grew harder before he heard a long groan as Aaden’s hips ground against his one more time. The pulsing inside his backside increased when Aaden’s body emptied inside him. Greg had a moment of wishing he could feel his cum for real, touching him, marking him, making him Aaden’s. His thought got lost under the sudden light. It burned inside him. The pain sizzled across his skin as his body bowed up one final time. Something shifted inside his chest before the pain eased to an all-consuming pleasure. Greg collapsed back against the damp sheets, exhausted.
Greg gasped as his hands sought Aaden damp flesh.
“Did you feel it? Did you?” His choked words rasped out as he attempted to gain his breath.
Greg moaned with a wince. His arse was none too happy with Aaden’s slow withdrawal. His arse clamped down, wanting him to stay. Greg felt Aaden’s hot chuckle against his flushed damp skin as he carefully shifted and crumpled on the mattress next to Greg. He loved the endearing thoughtfulness after all the crappy boyfriends he’d had in the past.
Aaden spoke and made him focus on the here and now and not on what had been.
“Yes, when my orgasm forcibly left my body. And your channel had taken a death grip on my cock. Hell, I’d all but struggled to stay conscious. My body felt it had been overloaded with sensations and emotions, and they were definitely not all mine. They fired through me quicker than an M134 Minigun. And that fucker is fast. It can pepper bullets at a hundred per second. I felt Óláfr’s presence shimmering inside me, encouraging me to take you and Magnus. Then a sudden ripping pain inside me followed by intense pleasure. Fuck, I was sure there was a rainbow dancing around us there for a moment when I was buried deep inside you.”
The nervous, rabbited response had Greg lift his head to look at Aaden, seeing the emotions swirling in the dark depth of his eyes. He fully understood how he was feeling. The moment had felt earth-shattering, not only the sex but also the connection to Magnus and Óláfr. He’d felt it as clear as day. There was no mistaking it.
Greg sighed with contentment when Aaden gave a reassuring smile. His eyelids drifted shut, and his large sweaty body snuggled into the duvet, next to him.
The sudden urge to check himself, to see if it had made him look any different had him twitching against the damp cotton. His sweaty skin stuck to the duvet cover.
He felt different somehow.
His chest felt like it could burst open at any moment with the energy pumping through him. He was totally convinced he could illuminate the sky. It felt so bright.
He rubbed his hand over his sticky chest. The light seemed to pulse under his fingers. Lifting his heavy eyelids, he looked at his hand, not sure what he would find. When it looked the same, he let it drop back to the bed.
His mind was contented to just lie and listen to the concerto of heavy breathing as they both took the time to recover.
He moved his hand closer to Aaden’s warm flesh, but Greg hesitated, not sure whether Aaden was a cuddler. The uncertainty was removed when Aaden, with his eyes closed, moved and dragged Greg on to his slick skin. The slide of damp skin against his wet flesh had Greg’s cock flicker with life.
He groaned as he buried his nose in Aaden’s neck and pushed his hair away so he could nuzzle without his nose getting tickled. The scent of sweat and musk, a heady combination, had his body hum with pleasure. Although he was not sure he was quite up to round two when his arse twinged as he moved his thigh higher up Aaden’s hip.
Greg shifted instead, getting comfortable. He let thoughts of another round take a back seat when his movements spread his sticky cooling cum all over Aaden’s rock-hard stomach. “I’m making a mess on you.” His statement received a grunt, and one of Aaden large bulging muscled arms hugged him tighter to his balmy heat.
“Don’t care. You can lick me clean after I’ve had a snooze.” Aaden’s slurred response trailed off.
The following quiet snore had Greg’s contented sigh escape as he nestled into Aaden’s chest. He thought it wasn’t a bad idea to go to sleep.
Greg put out a sleepy wish that this was it. That the two lost souls searching for love would be reunited and find peace, especially Magnus. No sooner had the thought entered his mind than his eyes shot open, all remnants of sleep gone.
“To close the circle, we need to go to the castle.”
Whispered words f
loated to the front of his mind. Greg’s heart leapt, trying to escape his chest. Ignoring the flaking mess he was creating, Greg sat up and urgently tugged at Aaden. Oh dear God, this could not be happening. As if talking cats weren’t enough, now I can hear a ghost.
“Wake up, Aaden. We need to go to Peel castle right now. That was where Max said it all happened, right? Aaden, come on, wake up.” Greg kept tugging on Aaden’s hair, pushing it out of his face, making sure he was awake. The grunt and closed eyes he received did not bode well for his plan.
The persistent voice got louder. “Please, shush, I can’t focus if you keep talking.”
“I didn’t say nothing.” Aaden’s sleepy response and half attempt at opening his heavy-lidded eyes had Greg pounce.
“Magnus is talking to me. We need to go to Peel castle, like right now.” The tremor in his voice matched the shakes that seemed to be spreading through him.
He seemed to have finally caught Aaden’s attention as his dark onyx eyes flew open, disbelief turned to something he couldn’t decipher.
Greg got up and dressed. “Come on, get dressed. My insides feel like I swallowed about a thousand ants, and my skin is crawling with urgency. Don’t you feel anything?” Greg gave Aaden a sceptical look when he gave a negative response. Greg gave up worrying. He was just happy to see that Aaden was finally moving, even if it was at a snail’s pace.
What was his problem?
Why is Aaden not asking about what Magnus was saying to me?
Not thinking too hard about why Aaden was acting a little strange, he searched the room for his jacket, only remembering at the last minute he’d left it at work.
“Can I borrow a jacket?” Greg moved over to the new wardrobes, opening the door before Aaden answered. The urge to complain about the lack of clothing choices had him clamp his lips together.
“Yeah. But they may be a little on the large side.” Aaden’s dark eyes glittered with humour when Greg turned and gave him the finger.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, funny fucker.” Greg grabbed the padded, black bomber jacket, thinking it would at least be warm and only hang to his hips. As he shrugged it on, the scent of wood and musk had him snuggle into the warm depths of the jacket and hug it closer.