Page 90 of Guiding Desire

The casual mention of it did something the casual mention of sex never had before. Orrey thought back to their first time together, then their second time together, and then for some reason, to the two of them sitting in a tree, beneath them, the world, between them just air and Senlas’s power.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Senlas said and slid off the seat, slick as oil, as if around him, space were bending to his will.

Orrey watched, speechless as Senlas kneeled before him and worked Orrey’s zipper open.

There was barely any time for awkwardness when his erection sprang free. Senlas never once broke eye contact, not when he opened his mouth, not on the first lick, not when he relaxed his throat and took Orrey deep.

Unlike before, Senlas kept him sheathed longer, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes, and Orrey reached out, fingers trembling from the lust, the pleasure, the sensation of that mouth and throat.

“Ah!”

Senlas pulled off slightly, took him deep, his throat tightening and releasing.

That was all it took. Orrey came, as if his body needed it as a matter of course. His body tensed, legs kicking, head dropping back. Once it was done, he regained composure pretty quickly and got to watching Senlas making very certain Orrey was clean. The Guardian licked, first Orrey’s spent cock, then his slightly swollen lips, leaving nothing behind, swallowing everything.

When the Guardian was satisfied, he put Orrey’s clothes back in order and smiled up at him, the intense encounter having left barely a trace. Barely a visible trace at least.

Senlas kissed Orrey’s hand. “That was nice. Well done.”

“I…I should thank you. Or apologize? Is it really okay for me to come in your mouth like that?”

Senlas chuckled and sat back down next to Orrey, kissed him, Orrey’s own musk bright and warm on Senlas’s lips.

“You know, I’d rather have you speechless. I’ll get you there—speechless, spent, and trembling underneath me. Something you can look forward to.” His gaze drifted over Orrey’s shoulder. “Oh. Are those your parents?”

Orrey turned around just as the auto-drive was slowing to a stop.Why did they have to wait out on the porch like that?

“Rey-Rey,whathappenedtoyour face?” was the first thing Orrey heard before his mother hugged him somewhat too tightly, somewhat too long.

It meant he missed the opportunity to make introductions.

“Livis, Umara,” Senlas said, greeting Orrey’s second mother and father.

“And you must be Guardian Senlas,” Livis said. She was tapping Orrey’s mother on the shoulder, but Otanna wasn’t having that.

“Senlas, please. You have a beautiful home.”

Orrey’s father snorted. “It’s Otanna’s home, but we’d love to show you inside. Otanna, can you let go of our son so we can give him a hug as well?”

The hugging went on for too long for Orrey’s taste after that, but when his second mother asked him whether she’d hurt him by kissing him on the cheek, guilt bubbled up inside of Orrey.I worried them. And worse could have happened.

In the living space, much more crammed than Senlas’s place, Orrey’s parents finally seemed to calm down, at least until Senlas put a hand on Orrey’s back.

“Ah, look at them,” Livis said, clapping her hands together. “I still cannot fully believe our son is a Conduit.”

“He really is,” Senlas said. “A talented one at that.”

Otanna gave a nod. “He would be. He always liked being good at things, except when I tried to teach him painting techniques.”

“Mom, please.”

Umara, Orrey’s father, cleared his throat. “We don’t know how much time you have, but we’ve all been a little on edge and distracted ourselves with cooking. Should we sit in the dining room?”

“Good idea,” Senlas said. “Orrey barely had anything to eat this morning, and I heard so much about your cooking.”

“Well, Rey-Rey, you could have come by more often before if you missed our cooking so much,” Otanna said.