Page 87 of Moonlight Hearts

“Soyer…”

“I want to touch you.Is that okay?”

“R-right here?”

“Oh, I’ll clean up after, don’t you worry about that.May I?”

“Okay, but…” His fingers skimmed past the elastic, making me shiver all over.“I don’t know.I forgot.”

He chuckled.“Good.That’s good.You hold on to that coffee cup.Make sure you don’t spill anything.”

“Oka—fuck!”

He’d used only his first two fingers to graze the head of my cock, and it was enough to make me tremble, very nearly spilling the hot liquid on him.

“Ssh, watch that cup, Amory.”

“S-Soyer…”

With his other hand, he pulled my boxers down so that I was naked before him.Except I didn’t feel naked.I felt sheltered by Soyer, by the way his body was positioned in front of mine, almost as if he were ready to protect me from any danger, even here in our home, this place he guarded so well.

“Yes.I was watching you closely, pouring yourself that coffee.Perhaps you’ll know better next time to let me do that for you.To let yourself be served instead of trying to rob me of the moment when you thank me for it.”

“I-I just—”

He touched me, his hand slick from where he’d pulled seeds and other sticky innards from the pumpkin.I gasped when his thumb pressed on my tip, putting pressure right on my slit, then circled around it.His eyes were bright, and he looked at me eagerly, as if I were a fruit whose shell he wanted to crack to get to the juices.

“You just wanted to do what you know you’re not supposed to, but that’s fine.This way, you know what happens, and then the next time when you’d rather rob me of the chance of giving a gorgeous man a cup of coffee, you know there will be consequences.”He leaned in and whispered in my ear.“Few things in life are as satisfying as consequences.Watch that cup, my heart.”

I did.Or tried to.It was difficult to keep the hot liquid from spilling when Soyer was touching me.I had no idea whether it was his vast experience or just that he knew me so well, but I was close already, just from his touch, and he kept up the pressure, kept watching me.I had no proof, but I was pretty sure that only some kind of minor catastrophe could’ve made him look away from me in this very moment.

I moaned.I was so close, about to come between us and make a mess all over the both of us.I wanted to tell him, wanted to ask him for a towel maybe, but I wasn’t quite sure what to say to him, couldn’t string the words together.I could barely keep an eye on the cup while he was giving me this handjob.

Soyer licked his lips when I clenched my thigh muscles and sucked on my own bottom lip, and he sped up, making my head drop back.

“Soyer!”

I came in hot waves, and the slick stickiness spread between us.Then I remembered I was holding a hot drink and looked up, all my muscles trembling with pleasure, Soyer’s hand still on me.

I’d spilled, both cum and coffee.The mess of it had run down my belly and dripped to the floor.I was standing in a puddle, and right in front of me, Soyer looked like a man under a spell.

“Beautiful.”He released me and then licked his fingers.

“You…you have pumpkin guts on there.”

“Hmm.Can barely taste that.It’s your flavor that comes through.”

I took a few deep breaths, willing my heart to slow down.“Even over the coffee?”

“Yes.”He let out a long breath, then took my now only half-full cup from me.“You can go shower now.I’ll have a fresh cup waiting for you when you come back downstairs.”I blinked and looked at him.At his crotch, specifically.Soyer chuckled.“What?Did you want more of a show?”

“No, but are you okay?”

He ran the knuckles of his juice-free hand over my cheek.“Are you worrying that I didn’t enjoy making you come in my kitchen?That’s cute, but unnecessary.Think of this as a pagan ritual to bless this harvest kitchen with the fertile seed from a man’s loins.”

I snorted, then broke out laughing.“You think my fertile seed is any good for that?Really?”

He shrugged.“That’s the thing about ritual.Doesn’t matter what your intention is; the show is all that matters.Smoke and mirrors.The first magic shows were tinged with prayer.”