Page 47 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Little sounds of pleasure escaped Trent’s mouth as he laved Malachi’s cock, getting his length wet. Malachi’s fingers in Trent’s hair tensed. But he didn’t exude any pressure. He just enjoyed the feel of Trent licking him like his dick was some treasured treat.

“When you are ready, you can suck my cock into your mouth,” Malachi said, voice strained. “But—” His words were cutoff as Trent took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked. “Yes,” he hissed.

Trent’s head bobbed up and down.

Malachi gasped.

Trent took more and more of Malachi’s dick into his mouth each time. His spit slid down Malachi’s length. Leaning his head against the back of the chair, Malachi closed his eyes, giving himself over to the suction and feeling of warm wetness engulfing his dick. “That’s it.”

Trent’s fingers spasmed against Malachi’s thighs. He sucked like a man dying of a thirst that only Malachi’s cum could quench.

Malachi’s toes curled in his boots. Heat coiled in his belly as the pleasure increased.

“Yes. Oh yes.” Opening his eyes, he looked down at Trent. “I’m going to spend,” Malachi warned. He tugged gently on Trent’s hair. “Pull back if you don’t want a mouthful of my cum.”

Trent kept sucking, flicking his gaze to Malachi’s face as if uncertain what to do. He sucked harder.

“Trent.” Malachi gave another little tug. “Trent. I’m— Oh.” Malachi cried out as his cock swelled. The bliss crested inside him.

Then Trent pulled back. But not in time. Malachi’s cum splattered against his chin and lips and shot into his still-open mouth. Before Malachi could respond, Trent dived forward and took the head back into his mouth, sucking the seed from Malachi’s cock.

“Oh!” Malachi cried out as Trent drank the rest of his spend down.

Finally, Trent sat back, lips swollen. Malachi’s cum coated his lower face and dripped from his chin.

Malachi stroked Trent’s cheek. “You’re a pleasure.”

Trent beamed.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Trent gazed up at Malachi, who caressed his hair.

“You are amazing,” Malachi said.

Trent closed his eyes, basking in the praise and the gentle touch. Pleasure sang through his veins. He could feel Malachi’s warm spend on his face. One of his legs had started to fall asleep. But he didn’t care. He would happily remain on his knees for Malachi forever.

But after several seconds, Malachi unfortunately dropped his hand from Trent’s hair. “We should get cleaned up.”

Malachi helped Trent to his feet and undressed him. He led him to the washbasin and pitcher of water. When Trent reached for a cloth, the siren shook his head. He then washed Trent, brushing the wet cloth against his skin with gentle care. Then he got another cloth and dried Trent.

“There,” Malachi said. “It isn’t particularly late. Are you tired?”

“A little. But I’m probably not ready to sleep just yet.” Trent wondered if he was expected to leave. He’d slept here the previous night. But maybe tonight would be different.

“We can sit a bit longer if you like.” Malachi gestured to the chairs. “There are still some of the baked goods that you brought. I can put on more tea.”

“Sounds wonderful,” he said with relief.

Malachi handed him a robe. Trent wrapped it around himself. He inhaled, and it smelled of Malachi. He took a chair.

Malachi walked to the fireplace. He placed more wood on the fire and put the kettle back over the flames.

Then Trent remembered. “Oh! I have something else too!” He reached for one of the packages he had brought with him.

“What?” Malachi sat on the other chair.