-Jaonah-
“Y-yes. Of course.” Despite realizing that wasn’t an entirely appropriate answer, I moved forward nevertheless, pulling the stopper from the vial I’d found and wetting my fingers with slick, sweet-smelling oil. It wasn’t exactly the same as the solution we used in the Empire, but I supposed it would fulfill the same purpose well enough. Trying to put aside my anxiety, trying not to get distracted by the heart-stoppingly intimate sight in front of me, I slid my oiled fingers against Oleander’s entrance until he shivered and lightly pressed back toward me, prompting me to slide one finger inside.
The heat of him immediately sent a chill down my spine, as did the low moan he let out. I’d never been with a human before, so I hadn’t realized exactly how much hotter than me he would be. My arousal throbbed harder at the thought, forcing me to concentrate on preparing him so that I could have him as soon as possible. Each moment of friction turned his breathing heavier, and soon he was rocking his hips back against my hand in a steady rhythm.
“More,” he urged, almost pleading, and I was helpless to deny whatever he asked. Sure to be mindful of his comfort, I slid a second digit in and pressed against the softness of his walls to make sure he was ready to go further. Based on his reactions, he didn’t seem to be in any pain; in fact, he was at least as eager as I was myself, hands grasping tightly at the sheets, face buried against a pillow to quiet himself. Spirits and heavens, he truly is perfect.
“Can I—?”
Before I could finish my question, he was already nodding fervently. “Yes. Please.”
“Would you…lie down?” I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see his eyes. I did not want to explain that desire. But mercifully, he didn’t ask me to. Rather, he turned to face me, deft hands unfastening my trousers and tugging the front of them down enough to free my own swollen manhood. Wetting his lips, he took the vial of oil from me and used it to wet his hand, then stroked me with skill enough that my legs began to feel weak. There was a part of my mind that said I should have taken my time in enjoying all of his skills, but a much larger, much louder part insisted that nothing was more important than being as close to him as possible, as quickly as possible.
He stoppered the bottle again and set it aside, then draped his arms around my shoulders to draw me into another deep kiss. While I was thoroughly engrossed in seeking his tongue with mine, he pulled me downward to lie on top of him. “Now,” he breathed into my ear, nibbling at its tip and sending another shock of pleasure through me. Without the will to argue, I carefully positioned myself at his entrance and began to press inside, relishing the gasps and whimpers he let slip as I moved. At some point, more by instinct than conscious thought, I hooked one arm under his knee to press it back against the bed, opening him up further so that I could go deeper, and Oleander let out a ragged groan to reward me.
I paused a moment, fully buried within him, and finally realized that he was trembling. “Are you all right?” I asked, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes.
“Yes,” he panted, nodding weakly. “Yes. I’m fine. I-it’s…quite a lot to take in.” He laughed airily at that, but although he seemed distracted, he didn’t look to be in pain. “Just start slowly.” I had little choice, as I needed a moment to recover from the sight of him alone. Blue-sheened hair clung to his neck and splayed against the pillow behind him, gray eyes shone in the dim light, soft lips panted as he tried to adjust, and I was faintly aware of some inexplicable stirring in my chest that had nothing to do with sex.
Going slowly, as requested, I drew my hips back to pull out, and the friction was smooth enough. Then I pushed forward again, into incredible heat, and he sighed as I filled him. Back out, slow and gentle. Back in, deep and purposeful. Slowly, Oleander’s shaking quieted, his breathing quickened, and his hands curled into claws to grasp my shoulders.
Dropping his head back, he moaned out, “Yes. Faster.” I obeyed without question, marveling at the perfection of his body and the sweetness of his voice. Each thrust came with not only heat and motion but a breathless moan of encouragement from his lips. When I found just the right spot somewhere within him, he tensed and arched tightly, crying my name out into the still air of the room.
“Spirits,” I sighed without meaning to, and he let out another breathy laugh. After that, he made what must have been a conscious effort to use my name every so often, having realized how much it affected me. I likely should have regretted making my weakness so obvious, but it wasn’t as though he didn’t already have me firmly wrapped around his finger.
The heat picked up with my pace, and although his skin was growing dewy and sticky against my own, I refused to draw away for a moment. I reveled in the excessive warmth, in his saline taste when I kissed him, in the exhausted pitch of his voice. I tried to recall the spot I’d struck before that he’d reacted to so strongly, pressing his leg higher and testing one angle, then another until I found exactly what Oleander needed.
“Gods!” he yelped when I struck it again. And again, and again until his fingernails were dragging hot, red lines up my back. “Jaonah! Please—I can’t! It’s too much. If you—if you don’t—”
“Do you think I don’t want you to come, beauty?” I threaded my fingers through his raven hair, tilting his head upward so his eyes would meet mine, and told him honestly, “Nothing would please me more. Come and let me know I’m providing what you need.” I caught his lips with mine for a deep, fervent kiss, and within moments, his moans pitched higher and his hips bucked against mine as he finished, wet heat spurting against my stomach. His body tightened so from his orgasm that I needed only a few more deep strokes to reach my peak as well, spilling my pleasure deep inside him while he whimpered against my lips. Every individual sensation combined with all the others to form a moment that was nothing short of heavenly.
When finally we were both finished, I took another beat to enjoy the sight of him as he slowly calmed: the flush of red on his cheeks, the pink of his lips, the inexplicably thoughtful look in his eyes as they gazed into mine. If I thought he was beautiful before, he was utterly arresting now. Carefully, so as not to hurt him, I drew out to lie down at his side. But he surprised me by moving back into my arms as soon as I had readjusted my clothing, curling up against my chest and letting out a slow sigh of contentment.
“I’m…glad your travels brought you to Vallerie, Jaonah,” he said quietly, fingertips ghosting along my bare arm. After a moment’s hesitation, he added even more softly, “I do wish we could have had more time.” He buried his face against my shoulder, and soon his breathing had turned deeper, slower. I must have exhausted him as much as I had myself. Although it would’ve been nice to carry on our conversation, I couldn’t honestly say that I regretted everything else we’d done.
“Yes,” I agreed, running my fingers lightly through his hair once more. “So do I.” As I slipped from consciousness, I found my mind echoing the sentiment he had expressed earlier: How cruel that I only have you for one night.
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