Page 62 of Castor

Castor rested a hand on my lower back and gripped my nape with the other.

Dusk had descended on the island, and cicadas whirred from the nearby branches. The warm evening air made his skin smell so fucking good. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and flicked it against his tongue ring with each pass. He groaned and kissed me deeper.

“Take us to the room,” I panted as I tore from his lips. My head was spinning, and my body temperature had skyrocketed.

Since he was shirtless, he released his wings. The gold in the black feathers shone even in the fading daylight as he tugged me to his chest and rose into the air, taking us to the second-floor balcony. Lips locked, we fumbled through the balcony doors into the room, bumping into an armchair and the side table on our way to the bed.

Castor reclined on the mattress and watched me with hungry eyes as I tugged off my shirt and removed my shoes, then my jeans, my boxers going with them. Normally, I’d let him strip them off me, but I was too desperate to feel him skin to skin.

“Why in the hell do you still have these on?” I grumbled, popping the button on his pants and pulling them down his thighs. His cock bounced free, standing at half-mast. “And you’re not wearing underwear. Fuck.”

“Sexy, right? I went commando just for you, baby cakes.”

“Don’t call me that.” I straddled his naked hips and emitted a sigh as our dicks slid together. “It’s too cutesy.”

“Just like you.” Castor reached up and booped my nose.

I bit at his hand.

“Vicious little cupcake,” he said, pulling his hand away. When I glared down at him, he flashed me a lopsided grin. “I know you probably don’t wanna hear this, but you’re adorable as fuck when you’re grumpy. Like I just want to pinch your cheeks and—”

I shut him up with a kiss.

He smiled against my lips and tangled his fingers in my hair. Yeah, he still liked getting a rise out of me. Pressing my buttons was one of his favorite pastimes. And even though I’d never admit it to him, I liked when he teased me.

I would miss it.

Don’t think about that right now. Focus on him.

Only him.

His hand came around our bobbing erections and stroked us both. I sat back up and planted my hands on his toned chest. My cock filled even more, as did his.

“Shit, please tell me we still have lube,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Actually…” I circled his nipple with my fingertip. “I was wondering if I could fuckyouthis time.”

Castor’s hand stilled on our cocks. “Oh hell yeah.”

“Are you sure?” I never wanted to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. I enjoyed bottoming—especially with him—but I’d fantasized about topping him for a while now.

“Kyo?” Castor rose up and slid his arms around my waist. “I want you to bury that beautiful dick inside me. Now get to it. I’m horny and needy.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I kissed him again before shoving him back down on the bed.

I scooted down his body, licking his chest and down the tight muscles of his belly. Reaching his groin, I pressed my face into the crease of his upper thigh and breathed in the heady scent of him. My arousal spiked, and my blood turned electric as it rushed through my veins.

“You’re so sexy, Red.” I kissed the dusting of red hair and gripped the base of his cock.

“It’s been a while since I’ve bottomed.”

“Is that you asking for me to be gentle with you?”

“Fuck no. I want it rough. Give me all you have, little dragon. I wanna feel you for days to come. You can totally choke me a little too.”

“You’re such a kinky bastard.”

He smiled.