Page 44 of Guiding Desire

But Senlas didn’t ease the ever-tightening circles of his thumb. The wetness had to have spread. It wasn’t the kind of mess lube made, but still. It got Orrey self-conscious for maybe two seconds. That was how long it took Senlas to slide down on the bed, bow his head, open his mouth, and suck just the tip of Orrey’s cock.

That was all it took. Orrey didn’t even have the time to give a polite warning. His mouth fell open in a silent scream, and his eyes rolled back in his head, his T-shirt-bound wrists jerking against that unseen force in an involuntary movement.

Senlas took all of it in. Orrey was shocked, but he couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to, the way Senlas was still massaging him and that suction that hadn’t let up—Orrey was powerless.

He looked down. “I’m sor—”

The blue of Senlas’s eyes was pupil-obscured, and the Guardian stared up, meeting Orrey’s eyes with a desire written plain in them that was almost scary.You are mine,the Guardian’s eyes seemed to say.

Orrey’s entire body shook, and he whimpered as Senlas sucked him again. When there was nothing more to give, when he softened, only then did Senlas stop. He straightened, not unlike an artist who had finished a piece and was taking the time to admire his work.

The feeling of exposure was extreme, but instead of it bringing discomfort, Orrey felt good about letting Senlas see him. He was almost sure that he wouldn’t have, any other day, that he would have worried especially about the state of his face, but not today.

When Senlas slowly and tenderly freed Orrey’s arms, when the telekinetic pressure went away, the erection in Senlas’s pants stood out.

“So rude,” Orrey said and reached for it, stroked it through the fabric.

“My cock has never been called rude before.”

“No. You made me cum. I should reciprocate.” He got Senlas’s pants down far enough to take in the size he’d already felt.

“Don’t stare. You’ll take this soon enough, kitten.”

“It’s…sobering. I honestly don’t know if I can.”

“We’ll build that wall once the place is settled.” He gathered both Orrey’s wrists in one hand, kissed a path from them to Orrey’s fingers. “Can you keep these up above your head? Argh, fuck. Forget it. I can’t get any jizz on your face. I’ll just—”

“I’ll turn around,” Orrey said and flipped onto his belly. “How’s this?”

He looked over his shoulder. Senlas was staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

“That is a very pretty ass. You have a pretty ass, kitten.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not only looking at your ass, by the way. But it’s very nice.”

“Well, I offered. I’m not offended. And I can see where your eyes are looking.”

“Okay. In that case, I’m looking at your ass. I lied. I’m not particularly sorry.”

Orrey tried hiding the smile. He probably failed and only succeeded in making his burned skin pull tight, make it rub against the pillow. “Do you think looking at my ass will help you cum?”

“When’d you get cheeky?”

“Between studying sex and studying for my university entrance exams.”

A full body shiver ran through Orrey when Senlas rubbed his hard cock into Orrey’s crack, moving slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” he said, his voice strained, so strained that Orrey relaxed and waited.

Sure enough, he felt Senlas cum all over him, the slick wetness gushing over his back, all the way up to his neck.

After and in a daze, Senlas ran his fingers through the cum on Orrey’s back, and when he looked back, Senlas’s eyes had a dreamy look, but they locked right onto Orrey’s.

There was something there, something Orrey hadn’t seen in anyone before.

The magic of imprinting,Orrey thought, though he couldn’t sort his feelings about it, about what he was, about what Senlas was and would be to him. About what life was supposed to be, now.