Page 105 of Guiding Desire

“You know, kitten, I want to tie you to the bed, blindfold you, and let you feel a dozen things before you ever feel me inside you.”

“Yes, yes, please,” Orrey said. “Do that. I want it inside.”

Senlas licked his lips, running his fingers over Orrey’s lips. “Maybe next time. Hmm? What are you doing?”

“All this…this bathrobe.” Orrey was wiggling out of it, though the problem was, it required him to take his hands off Senlas, and he had trouble with that, managed halfway before giving up and touching a bicep, a buttock, an arm.

“Like a kitten tangled in a towel. I always told the kittens they needed to retract their claws. Here, let me help you with that.”

Orrey accepted, took it easier when Senlas manipulated his arms to get them out of the sleeves. He didn’t bother pulling the robe out from under Orrey, not least because it didn’t look like the Conduit would let him. Once fully naked, he threw his arms around Senlas’s neck, pupils blown, his whole body humming with his Conduit power.

Whatever else this does, it makes the channeling easy for him.

Senlas relented, not moving much and letting Orrey do what he wanted for a while.

Before it got too uncomfortable for the both of them, Senlas dropped onto the bed next to Orrey, hugging him close. “There you are.” He reached over, squeezed Orrey’s butt. A whimper broke out in response. “You want that? Something inside you?”

Orrey nodded, mumbled agreement. Not surprising. Senlas might as well not have asked, but in the morning, Orrey would still have the memories of this. Sensitive Conduits sometimes appeared as if they were drunk, but it wasn’t the same.

“I’ll have to stretch you for me first. You’ve seen how big I am.”

“No! Put it in now, please. I want it. I can take it.”

“No.” Orrey’s eyes teared up, and he threw Senlas a pleading look. “Cute. Still no. But”—he kissed the pouting lips—“if you are good and let me get you ready, we’ll get there sooner.”

Which led to Orrey pushing his ass into Senlas’s hand.

“Ah, kitten. You are a delight. I’ll use lubricant and my fingers on you.”

Orrey did his best to rub his front against Senlas while wiggling his butt. “Hurry.”

“I’m going to take as much time as you need, my greedy Conduit.” He kissed the top of Orrey’s head and popped the lubricant open. “You are doing so well with the channeling, kitten. So, so well.”

“Does it feel good?”

He pushed a finger into Orrey, his hole trembling with the intrusion, his entire body shaking, his channeling never stopping.

“Yeah. It feels really good.”

For the next ten minutes, Orrey turned into a sweaty, drooling mess, just from taking Senlas’s fingers. His cock looked like a mere touch could get him off, and Orrey clearly had that same thought, but touching himself would have meant to stop touching Senlas, which clearly was what he most associated with channeling, although it was now happening wherever their bodies touched.

Instead, Orrey had decided to give Senlas a handjob, spreading Senlas’s precum and stroking along the shaft, his touch tantalizingly soft.

“More, please, more,” Orrey said before first biting then sucking the skin on Senlas’s pec.

“Marking me, are you?”

“Hmm.”

“You’re relaxed enough, stretched enough, I think. Do you feel good?”

Orrey nodded, which meant he was interrupting painting Senlas’s skin with love marks. “Yes. I feel…I feel so empty. I want more. I just need more, please?”

He was talking about the power more than Senlas, but Senlas didn’t care. He pulled his fingers out andSpunOrrey so they were spooning, a process which Orrey didn’t enjoy at all, the withholding of touch bringing tears to his eyes.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Senlas wiped Orrey’s face, stroked him, let Orrey turn until they could kiss. “Ready?”

Orrey nodded. A single tear streaked down his cheek.