Page 27 of Me and My Christmas Familiar
Kit sighed. “Yes. Sleep. We will sleep together.” And then as if Lachlan’s words were a command, Kit’s body relaxed. After a few seconds, his breathing evened.
Lachlan couldn’t believe it.
How could Kit sleep so easily when they lay so intimately together? And Kit just happily fell asleep as if it was nothing. Nothing!
Lachlan wanted to laugh. Or more accurately, he wanted to stroke his aching cock.
Seconds, minutes, or hours slid by. Lachlan didn’t know. And all that time, Lachlan lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling.
Every wriggling motion of Kit’s body, every huff of air against skin, every time Kit’s nose pressed against Lachlan’s throat, each and every time Kit did anything, Lachlan’s entire focus zeroed in on that movement.
And as he lay awake, images filled his mind. What would it feel like for Kit’s hand to slide lower down his stomach and touch Lachlan’s cock? What would it feel like for Kit to stroke him? Lachlan’s dick twitched.
What if he wore nothing too? What if instead of nuzzling, Kit bit and sucked at Lachlan’s neck? What if they kissed whilst their hands roamed each other’s bodies and skin?
His gut tensed, and his cock throbbed. He tried to keep his heart rate and breathing even, but the fantasies and desires rose inside him. If he were alone, he’d take himself in hand. But he was not alone.
“Lachlan,” Kit whispered, sounding half-asleep.
Lachlan jerked. “You’re awake!”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Kit asked. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I…” Lachlan couldn’t find the words. “I… I have a…”
Kit propped himself up, hand splayed on Lachlan’s chest, above Lachlan’s pounding heart.
“Oh.” Kit paused. “Oh. I see. I can feel it. You’re aroused. That’s why you can’t sleep?” He leaned closer, gazing into Lachlan’s eyes. “You want me.” Kit inhaled sharply. “You want to fuck me.”
Lachlan’s hands spasmed in the sheets. His cock strained in his undershorts. Lachlan closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
“I want you too, Lachlan. I want to fuck you too.” Kit’s hand slid lower, along Lachlan’s sternum, fingers grazing the flat planes of his stomach, still going lower. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful out of everyone in the world. I want to touch you,” Kit said, voice husky, all traces of sleepiness gone. “I want to make you feel good.”
Lachlan bit his lip as a moan escaped him.
“I can make you feel good. Please, let me make you feel good, Lachlan. Please.” Kit brushed his nose against Lachlan’s jaw. His slender hand stopped at the hair below Lachlan’s navel. He slid his fingers through the curls, his hand resting above Lachlan’s groin. “I want us to feel good together.”
Lachlan gasped. The sound was loud in the room.
Pissing potions. He wanted this. He wanted Kit. He burned for him.
Maybe he shouldn’t want his familiar, especially when everything was so confused between them. But he did. His dick ached for Kit. And Kit wanted him. He’d made that clear. So if they both wanted this, wanted each other, why should Lachlan deny them?
Because he is your familiar, and you shouldn’t want him.
But Lachlan’s body refused to listen to him. The arousal thrummed through his blood.
“Lachlan?” Kit’s voice was so soft.
Lachlan couldn’t resist. “Yes,” Lachlan breathed. “I want you. But I… I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Kit pushed the sheets away and straddled Lachlan’s hips, arse settling on Lachlan’s groin. Lachlan groaned at the pressure on his dick. He lifted his hips, seeking more friction.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good.” Then Kit leaned forward, and his mouth found Lachlan’s.
Lachlan gasped into the feather-light kiss. Kit’s hands cupped his cheeks. They held still, lips pressed together as if testing the waters. And still, this sweet, gentle kiss felt cataclysmic, like Lachlan’s whole world was rewriting itself.
Then Kit opened his mouth, moving it against Lachlan’s. And after a moment’s hesitation, Lachlan copied the movement. Kit groaned as their lips danced together. Kit’s tongue slid into Lachlan’s, pressing and tasting. Lachlan gripped Kit’s shoulders, trying not to lose himself in the taste and sensation of Kit.