Page 49 of Habibi: Always and Forever

UNDER THE OAK TREE

L ife was good.

Zan was content living far away from people, technology, and other messy things.

His mind was clear for once in his troubled existence, and Caean helped him every day to stay focused and sane.

How lucky he was to have such an amazing partner at his side, someone who understood his anxious mind and still supported him.

The morning had been calm so far. Zan had tended to the crops growing in their little garden, the carrots almost ready to harvest. It’d take only about a week more until they could feast on them, though they would trade part of their harvest in the village nearby.

Warmed by the sun shining down on him, Zan had taken refuge in the stable, cleaning out the manure.

After a quick rinse in the sea, he was back now, tugging fresh hay from the bale.

For a moment, he wondered where his partner was, but really, it wasn’t that important.

They were close; Zan could feel them, and while he was currently feeding their horses, he was already longing to hold them in his arms again.

He was puzzled by how he would survive if they were ever separated for very long.

“ Will you come to the garden?” Caean asked him, their voice gentle in his mind—but it also had an undertone Zan had gotten to know well. They had something planned.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he promised.

First, he finished feeding the horses, giving each a gentle pat before he left the stable.

Zan headed around their cottage toward the front garden.

Even after years of living here, he was taken back by the beauty of untamed nature around them.

The front garden was a big field of grass with flowers of all colors, from white to pastel blue, from pink to orange to deep red and everything in between.

In the middle of the yard, in front of their house, stood a big oak tree with ivy vines growing up the trunk.

The tendrils wound their way from the branches to the balustrade of the porch, where they grew up the side of the cottage.

Underneath the tree, Caean was already waiting for him, naked as they always were at home.

They fit into the scenery perfectly, the embodiment of nature.

It had taken some time for Zan to get comfortable being nude all the time, but with only Caean around, he enjoyed the breeze and the warmth of the sun caressing his skin.

Once he got closer to Caean, he spotted the gentle smile on their soft lips.

As soon as he was close enough, they pulled him into a kiss which slowly grew more passionate and heated.

When Caean broke their kiss, the smile still creased their lips. “I’d like to test something. Do you trust me?”

What a question. Of course he trusted Caean—with his life. He didn’t even have to form the words in his mind for Caean to understand him through their connection.

Slowly, he was pushed backward, Caean’s hand on his chest, until his back met the bark of the oak tree.

Soft grass teased his feet, a stark contrast to the rough bark his back was pressed against. Curiously, he watched Caean, their beautiful teal eyes, framed by light lashes, sparkling with excitement.

They bit their lower lip, almost shyly, but Zan felt the excitement and anticipation rippling through Caean. “I haven’t done this for a very long time. If you’re uncomfortable or don’t like it, please tell me.”

Zan only nodded, still not sure what Caean was planning.

Whatever it was, it’d be good. When vines crept up his legs, he was even more confused, but it wasn’t a bad sensation, so he didn’t complain.

Inch by inch, the vines slid higher, over his thighs and stomach, wrapping around his arms and pulling them behind his back, binding him against the tree.

While the vines did their job, Caean’s fingers traced Zan’s chest, sending pleasant shivers through him, and soon enough, Caean took another step toward him, stretching a little to kiss him again.

A slight sigh escaped Zan’s lips, telling Caean how good he felt, how much he trusted them, and how curious he was about what they had planned.

Although he’d love to touch them, his arms were fully bound and wrapped up by several vines, and he found he loved how tight they were around his muscles.

Caean kissed his neck, and more vines slid over his shoulder and around his chest, right under his pecs. They connected with the ones around his arms, forcing him to stand up straight. The way they dug into his skin made him moan, and he could feel the breeze teasing his hard nipples.

He was pulled back a little when the vines tangled with the ones growing on the tree, and Caean immediately followed.

Their lips were on his chest, right between the vines, kissing slowly down the length of it.

Zan was still a little confused, but he wasn’t afraid or worried.

Instead, he enjoyed the attention, the soft touches and kisses.

He trusted Caean in everything they did, and when he peeked down, he noticed his body was reacting to the attention, hardening and demanding touches.

More vines wrapped around his hips, and Caean gently pushed his legs apart, just enough for their own leg to push between and build up friction.

Oh, how he longed to touch them, to have their soft skin under his fingers.

But the vines held him firmly in place, so he was fully at Caean’s mercy.

The last of the vines squeezed around his thighs and ass, just tight enough to press into his skin but not too much to stop the blood flow—a delicate and perfectly balanced show of control and strength, which Caean excelled at.

“Do you like it?” Caean wondered while they sunk down in front of him, now on their knees, their hands still exploring his body.

Their fingertips were on his waist, his hips, his thighs.

What a beautiful sight they were, willingly kneeling before him and pleasuring him.

Zan still couldn’t wrap his head around how much Caean must love him, despite them assuring him again and again.

Words were currently foreign to Zan, but a low moan escaped his lips, which should certainly be answer enough to their question.

He was enjoying being restricted by Caean, being completely in their hands, letting them do whatever they’d like with him.

He would never allow anyone else to have such control over him, but with Caean, he knew he could relax and give it all up to them because they would never abuse it.

A lick of his hard length made him moan again, his eyes half-closed but still watching Caean.

Their hands were still firmly on his thighs, pressing into the skin, while their tongue swirled around his wet tip, teasing him.

They watched him as well, and Zan felt the smirk when they swallowed him fully, an almost primal desire darkening their eyes.

Before Zan could find release, Caean got up and pressed their full body against him, kissing him longingly.

Zan tasted himself on their lips, a strange mixture of saltiness and Caean’s own peculiar sweetness.

He enjoyed every moment of this kiss, leaning more toward them, as much as the vines allowed him to.

A shaky breath from Caean let him break the kiss, and he tilted his head, confused and worried about what had Caean seeming so nervous.

When Caean took a step back, he could see their body fully, their beautiful tanned skin and soft curves—and the vines slipping into them, moving slowly.

Heat shot into Zan’s cheeks and straight to his middle.

His lover wasn’t nervous; they were being pleasured.

Caean’s slightly parted lips and half-closed eyes made him yearn for more, to touch them, to lick them, to make them shiver.

He wanted to bury his head between their legs and taste their sweetness until they reached their climax.

“Would you like to feel them, too?” Caean wondered, their fingers tracing his chest again, then moving to his waist before slowly wandering to his ass.

Zan thought about what they were asking, trying to decide if he wanted to let the vines inside of him.

Caean looked devastatingly enticing, so it wasn’t easy to think at all.

And he had only bad experiences with being penetrated in the past, which made him wary.

But it would be different with Caean. He knew they’d never hurt him and neither would their vines.

Reluctantly, he nodded, unsure if he would like it, but he wanted to try it out. Just a moment later, a vine crept up his leg and found its way to his ass.

“Relax, love. I won’t hurt you.”

Caean was right in front of him again and kissed him, their hands squeezing his ass a little, and slowly, Zan relaxed fully, even when the vine pushed in, squeezing through the tight muscle.

It wasn’t comparable to a dick at all. It was much thinner, and it had a mind of its own.

Pressing a little deeper into him it moved right against the sensitive spot inside of him, the one that made him crave more of this sensation.

A louder moan broke their kiss, and Caean smiled at him, one hand wandering to his hard length again, stroking it in smooth movements.

Zan was trembling, pleasure rushing through his body.

He never thought this could feel so good.

Even when a second vine joined the first one, it still felt good, the thick strands pressing against that special spot again and again.

Keeping his self-control became hard, and Zan started trembling against his restraints, whimpers falling from his lips.

“Please Caean, please, please let me feel you,” he begged, unsure what exactly he wanted to feel. He just knew he was already dripping, his body trembling from the pleasure rolling through him.

With another kiss from Caean, the vines around his arms retreated, and he could finally use them again.

He held Caean tight as they wrapped their arms around his shoulders and their legs around his waist. The vines retreating from Caean grazed Zan’s length when he filled their pussy up with his own heat.

Slowly, Caean started moving on his cock, using Zan’s body to keep themself steady.

Still captured by the vines around his chest and hips, he could barely do anything besides holding Caean upright while they rode him into oblivion, kissing him again and again, the vines inside him still teasing him mercilessly.

His cock twitched more and more, and soon, he filled Caean up with his spill, moaning into their kiss.

Caean didn’t stop their movements until their own body shuddered as they reached their climax.

Breathlessly, they pressed against his body, still clinging to him, even when the vines slid away and Zan was free again.

Zan used the chance to sturdy his hold on Caean, holding them even tighter as he kissed them again. He could kiss them the whole day—for all eternity—and never tire of their lips.

“Did you enjoy it?” Caean asked, their head resting on his shoulder, while Zan carried his lover toward the sea where they could both wash themselves.

Satisfaction and joy filled him when he replied, “Yes, very much. It’s a good feeling to be able to give you my trust and not have that trust abused, to let myself fall and know I’ll be caught, no matter what.”

And he’d even liked being penetrated, something he’d only ever had such bad experiences with. Caean and their vines hadn’t pushed him into a flashback, and he’d enjoyed every minute of it. Because it was Caean. Because trust was endless between them.

Slowly, Caean looked at him again, the soft smile on their lips still surrounded by small scars that would never fully fade away. Zan didn’t even care that he couldn’t see the path anymore; he knew it by heart, anyway.

Seeing Caean was so much more important, and so were their words: “You are mine, and I am yours. I will always catch you.”