A breathy, indignant laugh huffs from his lips. “If we’re being honest, I haven’t stopped freaking out since she pulled a gun.”
“That’s… yep, that’s valid,” I mutter. “The only way to get to my house is to teleport.”
“So, not an Uber, then?” My tongue clicks at the snark in his tone, and his chest shakes as he laughs to himself. “This is some Star Trek shit.”
I take another long, appraising look at him, and while, yes, the signs of his nerves are obvious, there’s also a lot more to see. Love, and acceptance. Complete trust. “Hold on to me,” I finally say, only a little shaky.
“Think I can handle that.” He slides his arms around my waist and kisses my temple as I lay against his chest.
The frantic beat of his heart thrums beneath my ear—a muffled, rapid rhythm interrupted by his breathy, nervous laugh. “Your heart’s pounding,” I whisper.
“In my defense, the past thirty minutes have been rather eventful.”
“Eventful,” I snort, hugging him tighter. “You were shot at, then learned I’m not human. I’d say that qualifies for adescriptor more exciting than eventful.” Humor fades away as I concentrate on my home. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
A wave of magical energy crackles, the air buzzing as I push my powers into both of us, Beau holding on tight. I wish I could say teleporting is more thrilling than it is. The convenience is amazing, sure. No traffic. It sounds all sci-fi and dangerous, but it’s actually quite dull.
Barely more than a faint gust of wind blows over us, and we’re standing inside my living room. Beau’s eyes are clamped shut so tight it bunches his skin all the way to his ears, his fists vices in my shirt.
“We’re here, baby,” I whisper, lifting on my toes to kiss his tightly drawn lips.
Dark blue eyes open, a hint of trepidation remaining as he glances around my home, his gaze lingering on various objects. Compared to his well-lived-in house, mine stays pristine, although there are a few personal items on display. It’s small, cozy, and just the right size for one person. A living room and kitchen, with an office and my bedroom. Awe-struck, he makes a beeline for the window, drinking in the panorama before him.
“Part of me didn’t believe it, despite seeing your wings,” he whispers, and I smile as I settle into his side. Our realm is undeniably beautiful. A celestial canvas stretches endlessly, painted in vibrant pinks and purples, and the sun’s rays shimmer in scattered diamonds. Cotton candy clouds float in the sky and hug the ground, forming a lazy pastel mist that obscures the landscape below.
“Told you there were no forests,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist and tucking myself under his shoulder. His laugh is borderline hysterical, and I can tell he’s still wound tight.
“Come on, let me show you around.” The tour through my house takes less than two minutes, then we’re in my bedroom.
“Of course you make your bed in the mornings,” he scoffs, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from my chest. “That means there’s only one thing left to do.” A delighted shriek bursts out of me as he scoops me up and tosses me on the mattress, prowling over me. “Such a pretty, neat bed for a pretty, neat boy,” he teases, running his nose up the column of my throat as he rumbles a low, growling purr. “It’s too bad we gotta mess it up now, isn’t it?”
“A damn shame,” I mutter, and he breathes a laugh, his breath blowing against my neck.
A heavy palm runs up my thigh and traces the line of my hip. My cock instantly takes notice as his weight bears down, his voice rasping and husky. “What are you wearing underneath these jeans today?” That hand smoothes along my groin, barely skimming my cock, and I shamelessly rock my hips as I search for friction.
A salacious smile plays on his lips as his eyes pin me in place, and even without physical restraints, he holds me captive. Deliberately, he works my button loose, then tugs my zipper down so slowly that every tooth clicks. Light pink peeks out of dark denim as he peels my pants back, a snarl pulling on his lip as he yanks at my jeans. My cock strains against the thin fabric, and a broken moan leaves me as his thumb swipes over the damp spot at the tip.
Another of those baritone rumbles forms in his throat as he pulls his hand away, sticky pre-cum webbing with his finger. “Fuck, Az,” he whispers, almost reverently, as he holds my hips against the mattress, surrounding me with his lips as he takes all of me at once.
After a few long, leg-shaking sucks, he pulls back. Fabric pinches between his teeth as he snags the elastic and yanks, wildeyes locked on mine. He gives a few tugs, watching as my cock bounces with the material before releasing it and letting it snap against my skin.
“Do you still have that dildo?”
“Y-yeah,” I groan as he dives back in for more, his tongue lapping at my leaking tip through the fabric. By the time he pulls away, it’s soaked and transparent, every vein and ridge showing through.
“Will you get it for me? I want to watch you use it… wanna see that pretty hole open as you fuck yourself with it.” Really, how could I say no to that request? I practically leap from the bed as I dart into the bathroom, grabbing the toy and a bottle of lube. My eyes snag on something else in the drawer, and my hesitation only lasts for a second before I grab it.
Back in the bedroom, I stumble to a stop with a whine. Beau stands shirtless with his head thrown back, his hand moving under the fabric of his shorts, mouth sagging open as he strokes himself.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful. No one else gets to see you like this, do they? Gorgeous and desperate, but just for me.” Heavy eyes rake over my body as he gives another few languid passes of his fist. “I brought something for you, too.”
“Oh, did you now?” His predatory gleam is softened by curiosity as I open my hand and show him the plug. A soft whimper escapes his throat as he releases himself, and my eyes are drawn to the bulge pushing against his shorts. Somehow, it’s even more obscene than the way he touched himself beneath them.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I hurry to say. “I just thought…”
“You thought it would be hot to know my ass is full when I come?” Heat rises in my cheeks at his breathy, eager words, andI nod, unable to look away. The pad of his thumb swipes over my burning cheek, and I go weak-kneed at the touch.
