Page 35 of A Siren Song for Christmas

“What do you want?” Malachi’s warm breath brushed his throat.

“Everything.” His dick throbbed in his trousers.

Trent felt the curve of lips against his skin before sharp teeth grazed.

Trent’s cock almost exploded. Which would definitely have been embarrassing.

“This is new to you,” Malachi said. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I trust you. Guide me. Teach me. Do whatever you want to me! Please,” Trent pleaded.

Malachi nuzzled his collarbone. “As long as you promise to let me know if anything displeases you.”

Trent nodded. “I promise.”

“Good.” Malachi rose, tugging Trent to his feet. He kissed him again. Then hands and tentacles tugged at fabric and buttons, undressing Trent.

It was hard to keep track of all Malachi’s…limbs.

Did tentacles count as limbs? Appendages, perhaps?

Pissing potions. Why am I thinking of that now? Malachi is kissing me. Touching me. Undressing me. And I’m thinking about the proper name for his body parts!

Malachi’s hands slid along the front of Trent’s now topless torso. All thoughts flew from his mind. The tentacles touched bare skin, soft and pulsing against him. The touch of his tentacles was velvety smooth.

Tentacles and hands touched Trent everywhere. Or almost everywhere. They’d not drifted anywhere near his cock or arse.

Using his tentacles, Malachi tugged Trent’s trousers down. He almost stumbled, but Malachi’s hands gripped his waist.Malachi pulled back, but Trent followed him, not wanting to lose the pressure of lips against lips.

Chuckling, Malachi broke the kiss. “Shall we take this to the bed?” He slid his hands down to Trent’s drawers, tugging at the hem but not doing anything to remove them.

Trent nodded.

“Let’s get these boots and trousers off first.” With a fluid motion, Malachi dropped to his knees. He quickly removed Trent’s boots and trousers, which had wrapped around his ankles. Trent lifted his feet, trying to be helpful.

Malachi rose. Trent’s gaze fixed on his lips again. He surged forward and captured Malachi’s mouth in another, desperate kiss.

Malachi made a startled noise before returning the kiss. Then Malachi guided him towards the bed. Somehow, Malachi managed to turn them around without breaking the kiss.

To be honest, Trent wasn’t really paying attention. He just went where hands and tentacles led. All that mattered was that Malachi kept touching and kissing him.

The backs of his knees hit the bedframe. Gently, Malachi lowered him.

Trent panted, gazing up at Malachi. He frowned. “Are you going to get undressed too?” After all, Trent was naked except for his drawers. It didn’t seem fair. He wanted to look on Malachi’s naked form.

Malachi smiled. “If you wish.”

“I do wish!” Trent lifted his hands, touching the fabric of Malachi’s trousers. He tugged. But it did nothing to actually remove the offending garment.

With a laugh, Malachi undid the buttons of his simple black tunic. He let it slide from his shoulders, revealing his long and lean torso. A seashell hung from a chord around his neck.Towards the centre of his torso, the skin lightened to a pale blue. Trent stared, transfixed.

Then Malachi undid his black trousers and shoved them down. The front of his drawers tented.

This is happening! This is really happening!

Malachi removed his trousers and boots, then leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Trent. The tentacles rose behind him.

Trent’s mouth dried. Malachi filled his vision, filled his whole world. Nothing existed but the siren before him. And he was about to have his way with Trent.