Page 72 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Their tongues entwined. Malachi slid his arms and tentacles around Trent, holding him. He stroked Trent’s back with the tips of his tentacles. Trent moaned, wriggling closer.

Panting, Malachi broke the kiss. “I’ll close up, and we can go upstairs.” He stroked Trent’s cheek.

Face flushed, Trent nodded. Still, he didn’t let go.

With a wistful smile, Malachi gently extricated himself from Trent’s grip.

Trent watched Malachi’s every move as he went around the emporium and closed up. Then Trent walked to the yellowsorrow and picked up Kelby, but he barely looked at her. His gaze kept fixing on Malachi.

The niggling worry returned.

Something is wrong.Perhaps Trent’s siblings had said something after Malachi left. Perhaps they hadn’t liked Malachi. They made their way upstairs, and Trent put Kelby in her terrarium.

Malachi embraced Trent. “Everything all right?”

Trent nodded. “Make love to me,” Trent said, brown eyes pleading.

Malachi wondered if he should press.

I’m probably just overreacting. I’m probably seeing things that aren’t there.

Then Trent kissed him, clutching at Malachi, fingers gripping hard. Trent did not seem to want to let Malachi go, even for a second.

Which made it hard for Malachi to undress them. But he managed to get them both naked, dropping their clothes on the floor. He moved them towards the bed and lowered Trent onto his back. Trent spread his legs, and Malachi lay in between, pressing Trent into the mattress.

Trent’s arms remained wrapped around him. Trent thrust up, hard cock bumping against Malachi’s.

“I want you inside me.” Trent’s hands caressed his back, grasping his arse and squeezing. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me. Please.” His fingernails dug into Malachi’s arse.

Malachi groaned at the pure need in Trent’s tone. He pressed his lips to Trent’s throat before he tore himself away. He grabbed the jar of lubricant made from red seaweed that they kept by the bed and opened it.

He dipped his fingers into the gelatinous liquid, reached between Trent’s spread thighs, and sought his entrance. Trenttilted his head back and moaned as Malachi teased his entrance with two fingers.

With one of his tentacles, Malachi stroked Trent’s slender throat and down his chest, suckers tugging at skin. Trent bit his lip.

“Please,” Trent begged. “I need you, Malachi. Please.”

Malachi slid his fingers free, slicked his prick, and moved between Trent’s spread thighs. Trent’s gaze met his. He reached up and gripped Malachi’s face, drawing him closer until their foreheads pressed together. Their warm breaths mingled between them.

Malachi reached down and guided his cock to Trent’s entrance. Malachi slid forward, inch by inch, filling Trent with his prick.

Trent’s mouth fell open, his eyes remaining fixed on Malachi’s. Trent’s body enveloped his cock, gripping him tight.

Malachi shuddered as he sank his dick completely into Trent’s body. For several moments, he held still, their heavy breathing the only sound.

Then he pulled back slightly. He thrust.

Trent gasped.

Malachi slid in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm. They moved together. Trent undulated, meeting Malachi’s thrusts. He whimpered. His fingers glided over Malachi’s back and arse, urging him on.

“Yes. Yes!” Trent hooked his legs around Malachi’s thighs. “You feel so good inside me.” His arms encircled Malachi’s shoulders, squeezing him tight.

Malachi lowered his head and kissed Trent. Their bodies rocked. Trent’s length lay trapped between them.

Malachi’s prick slid in and out of Trent’s tight hole. Slowly the tension built inside him, bit by bit. Bliss pumped through hisveins. He used his knees against the bed to get some purchase so he could thrust deeper and harder into Trent’s willing body.

Breaking the kiss, Malachi sucked air into his lungs as he kept fucking Trent.