His hands slid down over Antero’s shoulders,then up to rest tentatively at Antero’s jaw. Antero’s skin was notdivinely smooth but marked with lovely imperfections. The hair onhis body was coarse, the texture an unexpected thrill. There waseven stubble at his chin, equally delightful against Melis’palms.
The realization of what Melis had done was slowto occur, and then slower still to reach the parts of Melis notoccupied with learning what to do with his tongue when kissed orhow to let his human husband catch his breath between kisses.
“I touched you,” he murmured as he pushed up foranother. His heart was beating fast, but it had been since he hadfirst kneeled on this bed. Antero’s heartbeat was steady. He keptMelis close and kissed him until Melis’ lips seemed to buzz like ahive of contented bees. He might have paused to give Melis space,but Melis leaned forward whenever he tried, and then they werekissing again.
“And do my desires feel any different to you?”Antero wondered, over Melis’ mouth, into his mouth, kissing Melisdeeply before Melis could answer.
Melis kissed back as he’d been taught, onceagain slow to recall what he’d done. His guilty, traitorous handswere creeping toward Antero’s hair but remained in contact with hisskin. The glow between them didn’t change. It grew brighter, warmerwithout burning, and that wasn’t enough to convince Melis tostop.
Melis pulled back but then didn’t care for thedistance and pressed forward to sweat-slick skin. He felt that,tasted it, pressed the length of his cock to it.Antero, hethought, and Antero’s arms tightened around him. He slid his mouthto Antero’s jawline, then, unsure of the stubble against his lips,dipped his head to kiss his neck.
Antero made a startled noise, reminding Melisthat Antero could not see him and didn’t know where to expectkisses though he welcomed the ones he got. With only a short pause,he tipped his head to the side, silently telling Melis tocontinue.
Melis had his mouth on him again in seconds,kissing, sucking, nipping, licking, reveling in each and the tasteof his husband’s pleasure, only realizing afterward that he wassmiling. “Beloved,” he tried out, scarcely more than a breath. ButAntero shuddered, skating a hand over Melis’ back to rest it at hisnape and keep him where he was. “Beloved,” Melis repeated louderinto skin wet from his kisses, so bright inside he could challengethe moon and the sun in turn. Antero couldn’t see that any morethan he could see Melis, but he trusted it was there, as he trustedit was Melis in his arms.
Melis shifted back into the second rhythm Anterohad taught him, his favorite, rolling his hips to press himselfagainst Antero’s stomach and then, when Antero took both of theircocks in hand, to stroke them together in his blessedly tight grip.Antero’s heavier breathing was music. Melis put his mouth to placeshe’d already kissed to kiss them again. He didn’t want to harmAntero ever, yet wished to swallow him whole, to have himinsidewhere they would fit together exactly. “I touchedyou, and you feel the same. Actually, you want memore,” hestumbled a bit there, because the images and ideas of where Anterowould like his hands to go were distracting.
Melis thought that, then dared to drop his hand,pushing Antero’s aside so Melis could be the one to hold Antero’scock. Too tight perhaps, but then better because Antero’s desireswere there for Melis to read and respond to. Antero had been rightto want this from him, Melis decided immediately and brought hishead up to kiss Antero’s slack mouth while he continued to clumsilypleasure him with his hand.
Antero’s chest heaved. His cock was beautifullike the rest of him, hard and hot, sticky and silken. “You havefelt my touch and your desires did not change,” Melis told him,crooning to soothe the need making Antero twitch against his palm.“Now I won’t be able to stop touching you. I will sate myself intouch alone, and then turn my attentions to taste, to smell.” That,Antero had also indulged in, so Melis took a moment to try that,sniffing and then licking his fingers.
Liquid pearls from an aroused lover tasted ofdesire in its purest form. Oh,oh, Melis had not known. Somany of his reluctant worshippers had spoken of it as they hadspoken of being on their knees for all their lovers, of wet tonguesand honey pots and fountains of pleasure. But he hadn’t realizedthey were intoxicated on the taste of physical desire itself.
Melis’ head swam. He moved Antero and himselfwithout thought, uncaring of anything but getting what he wanteduntil Antero exclaimed in shock at suddenly being on top of Melis,who was now flat on his back beneath him.
Melis twined his arms around Antero’s neck topull his startled Antero to him, and his beloved husband fell tohim with grace, even stunned as he was. He was a bit heavy,however.
“Forgive me,” Antero ground out, keeping hisface against Melis’ shoulder though he shifted to get onto hisknees. “I forgot you were immortal and this surprised me.”
“I am sorry for scaring you,” Melis told him,gracious because Antero was a pretty sight kneeling over him.
His hands were on either side of Melis, and ittook Antero only another second to look up again. He frowned towardMelis, toward his hands, pressed obviously to the bed and nothingelse. “Your wings?”
“I can disguise myself however I please,” Melisinformed him, pulling to try to get him back down again.
“But you are still Melis?” Antero wondered withseemingly genuine concern. “I might not see your face, but I’d liketo know you are wearing it, if it please you.”
Melis let his arms fall to his chest. He smiledup at Antero like a foolish shepherd chasing after a faun. Such achase usually led to ruin, but even knowing that could not deterhim.
“Devoted Antero,” he sighed around his smile,“you could instruct me in the ways of love much better if you weredown here with me.” He inched his legs apart, then moved his hipsso Antero wouldn’t fail to understand.
Antero’s gaze found his, even if he didn’t knowit. “I won’t ask if you’re sure.” He said this in the manner ofsomeone being generous. Melis reached for Antero’s cock to strokeit the way Antero’s desires told him to, pausing only to lick theflavor from his fingers.
“After I’ve had you inside me this way, I wouldlike to try my mouth,” Melis informed him, attention fixed on thegleaming tip of Antero’s cock pushing through his wet fingers.
Antero bent his head, letting Melis explore himwithout any complaint stronger than a groan. “We will need oil. Andyou must tell me what you like or don’t like. I cannot see you, andI cannot know your wants as you know mine.”
His Antero was the most thoughtful, the mostcaring. Melis didn’t only think that because desire was luscious onhis tongue. Antero truly was a remarkable creation.
“I would strike down War himself if he evertried to bring harm to you,” Melis vowed huskily. Let the moontattle it to the sun when they passed each other; he didn’tcare.
“Shush.” Antero’s caution was sensible, but hissmile was uncertain, as though he liked Melis’ words but found themshocking.
For that, Melis defied his wisdom, too giddy forsense. “No!” This only grew worse when Antero slipped away from himto find the oil he said he needed, the returned just to spend aconsiderable amount of time arranging Melis how he pleased—whichinvolved groping for what he could not see, and then kissing at thecrease of Melis’ hip, and over the heavy weight of his testicles,and then down to the soft, soft places on Melis’ inner thighs,which were shaking by the time Antero got there. Perhaps that waswhy Antero put a hand on Melis’ hip and bent over him in onegraceful motion to take the tip of Melis’ cock into his mouth.
Melis instantly shuddered apart under Antero’sfragile strength and coaxing tongue. He grasped Antero’s hair andpushed him down until all of Melis’ cock was cradled in tight heat.He’d meant to control himself, but his enthusiasm seemed to pleaseAntero, who groaned around the length of him before pulling backslowly to swallow around the head. This gave Melis the pretty viewof Antero’s hollowed cheeks and moving throat as he greedily drankMelis’ seed, and then sucked again to make Melis arch from the bed.Antero’s dark eyes somehow met his, as if he knew and enjoyedMelis’ every broken thought about the movements of his tongue. Andwhen there was no more nectar to be had, he at last let Melis’ cockslip from his mouth and then licked his lips, which were darker andwet, and if Melis was not mistaken, slightly swollen.
Melis was never going to be able to forget hiscock again. No wonder so many were obsessed with the things done inbed. He owed his thanks to The Warmth of the Marriage Bed as wellas Physical Pleasure. But later. Much later.
