Page 82 of Guiding Reason

“You’re big. And you’re not wearing any underwear.”

“I…I don’t always. Sometimes. Not today.”

“You don’t say.” Col circled the tip of Hyran’s cock with his thumb, tormented the sensitive hole. “Come.”

Hyran couldn’t not follow when Col pulled him toward the bed, pushed him down, thankfully after releasing his cock.

The loss of pressure and stimulation made Hyran whimper and wiggle his hips, his body acting of its own accord.

“And here I am, left to deal with your pants because you cannot even undress when I order you to do it.”

Col pulled at Hyran’s pants, and Hyran, not wanting to speed and injure Col in the process, played along, helping as much as he could.I hate clothing. Once we get to Argentea, I’ll make him spend a week at home, wherever home is, and then we can go naked all day, just resting, fucking, eating.

“Huh. You look like you had a very pleasant thought right there, Guardian Hyran.”

“Oh, nothing. Just how good I’m going to make you feel. Maybe make you enjoy getting there as much as the orgasm itself.”

“You’re welcome to try, but I’m really not making any huge promises there.” He tossed Hyran’s pants aside and straddled him, taking hold of his cock again. “This looks very nearly painful. Even pinker than all the rest of you. What happens if you’re left outside in the sun for too long?”

“I actually tan reasonably fast.”

Col gave Hyran’s cock a lazy tug. “Here too?”

“I never tried that.”

“Stay. You’re wet, but lube will make this better.”

The prospects of that nearly had Hyran writhe with anticipation, but he didn’t, tried his best to wait and watch, enjoy the sight of Col getting the lube from the alcove at the head of the bed.

“Can I undress you, Col?”

Col shook the bottle and played at thinking about that. “No. If I get undressed too, who knows what you might do? Who knows what you might tempt me into?”

“Everything.”

“Exactly.” He knee-walked back into position to straddle Hyran’s thighs and was quick about applying the lube, about pumping that slick cock and nearly making Hyran lose his mind. “Don’t move that much. Stay still.”

Hyran bit his lip, which was a bad idea because of the cut, so he just pressed them closed, which was only marginally better. He got sweaty from trying to not move. He’d had other partners who’d liked this and rougher, who had tied him down to make the pleasure last longer, and fighting against restraints was fun. Keeping still without them required concentration.

The tension built, was fed inexorably by Col’s touch. Col had his eyes on Hyran’s cock, focused on his torture while Hyran watched. It quickly became almost too much, and Col must have felt that. He lifted his gaze, and Hyran came undone with nothing more than his Conduit’s eyes on him.

His release seared through him like fire. It had been bottled up, gratification delayed, and was all the better for it. Col milked him methodically, even as Hyran felt himself getting limp.

“That was—”

“You made a mess all over yourself. I can’t decide if you look pretty, painted with your own cum, or lewd.”

Col let go of Hyran’s cock. Hyran moved, not nearly at full speed, but quick enough that with his strength and bulk, Coldidn’t quite have a window to prevent being taken around the middle and pushed against the pillows.

Hyran cupped his Conduit through his pants. “Can I taste you?”

He watched Col’s throat bob. Then the Conduit nodded.

“You’re going to make it quick though. No letting me fall asleep this time.”

“Okay.”

Hyran sorted the fabric and zippers until he had access to what he wanted. There was no thought, he just opened his mouth and took Col inside all the way, then teased his Conduit’s balls as he sucked him off.