With a hard nip at the blond pubic hair and sensitive flesh at the base of Brandon’s cock, Ezekiel blew on the weeping g shaft in a tease before he continued on past his blushing penis that twitched against Brandon’s belly.
But The strands of Ezekiels golden hair cascaded across his bare skin, and as Ezekiel moved it tickled Brandon’s privates as Ezekiel ran his teeth and his tongue further down between Brandon’s legs.
Then with no care for delicacy or privacy Ezekiel wrapped his hands around Brandon’s legs and pulled them apart. He spread Brandon before him like a feast. Glowing eyes traced a burning, unabashed, hungry trail across Brandon’s battered naked body.
Slightly shocked to witness the heat in Ezekiel’s gaze as he visually and physically spread Brandon eagle on the bed with no shame. Brandon tried to shirk off Ezekiel hands and pull away as pure heat pulsed across his cock. “Ezekiel we need to stop...” he tried to scoot up the cot, but Ezekiels next heated words stopped him.
“If I could? I would kill the people that did this too you...The people that hurt you.” he hissed, glowing slit eyes traced the contours of one old scar after another and anger simmered beneath the lust. Creating an expression that Brandon had never seen on another mans face before....but it was an expression that pulled him in...and made him feel both weak and powerful.
Still trying to pull away, but also hoping to cool down the situation, Brandon said “Ezekiel don’t say stuff like that...I’m fine.”
“No your not fine, but even with all you’re pain and lies....you’re so beautiful to me I don’t know what to do .” Ezekiel murmured as he ran his large palms up the inside of Brandons thigs.
Then Ezekiel took the pads of his thumbs and putting pressure behind it, he slowly ran the pad of his right thumb and left thumb, up the sides of Brandon’s inner Thigh in small circles making him squirm. Finally, Eliciting a shutter, Ezekiel ran the pressure up the length of Brandon’s now twitching leaking cock, exerting more small circles, massaging a buck and a moan out of Brandon that prevented him from doing anything but panting and arching back on the bed as he felt himself swell and his mind go blank.
“Oh god...” he cried. As Ezekiel slowly followed the twitching outline of his cock up to its peak, dashing the precum across the tip making him shudder before taking hold of it in his warm left hand and squeezing the shaft and caressing the leaking slit with the heavy pad of his thumb over and over. Then his tight palm fisted Brandons shaft, pumping slow and grasping him tightly making the mans belly dance with pleasure and his hips stiffen and his eyes roll back.
“Ummh Ezekiel! Ezekiel” Brandon shuttered, bit his lip and clawed the covers as Ezekiel squeezed him one last time, then quickly released him.
Brandon wanted to whimper as the heat of his hand relaxed and then withdrew, but when Brandon looked at the shifter he was surprised to see some hesitation in Ezekiel’s eyes. Brandon didn’t like that look, and perhaps sensing Brandon’s unease Ezekiel leaned forward and let his long fingers and palms dance across the sensitive flesh of Brandon’s inner thighs, but he didn’t resume his massage of Brandon’s cock.
“Sorry to leave you hanging. Im surprised....” Ezekiel suddenly spoke letting his eyes travel up to Brandon’s, there was a slight softness in his gaze behind the look he sent him. “You’re responses are so strong, kinda like you’ve been untouched.” Ezekiel mused. Then he cocked his head to the side and asked. “Im curious. Are you still a virgin Brandon? Is this your first time being touched this way? ”
Brandon knew that the answer to that question....was a cluster fuck of bad memories and horrible events. Sex meant touching. Touching mostly meant death and he knew that from personal experience, but he couldn’t exactly say that.
Brandon squirmed beneath Ezekiel’s petting as the shifter grazed his hips, and left his cock neglected. And seeing as Brandon didn’t want to answer he turned his face to the side and mumbled in a challenge. “Even if I was a virgin....I wouldn’t tell you because we aren’t having sex blue boy...Ever!”
For some reason Ezekiel chuckled at his response and didn’t press the issue, instead he lowered his head and broke eye contact. “Well....” He rumbled softly, teasingly. “Maybe I’m just that good...got you moaning my name so fast.”
“Oh, you wish Blue Boy....” Brandon scoffed, then proceeded to moan like a weak bitch when Ezekiel placed a lingering bite to the trembling muscles just below his navel, his whole cock jumped like a happy puppy as electric need crawled all over his senses. Then Ezekiel nipped at his left thigh and Brandon struggled with wanting to beg the man to touch his weeping cock, but he just grited his teeth. His stubborn refusal to beg terminated all talking as Ezekiel bit, the sucked on his pelvis, his stomach, and ran his hot tounge up through the valley between Bandons pecs.
All of a sudden Ezekiel lowered himself to Brandons body. He was layered across him, his denim covered pelvis and t-shirt covered upper body doing very little to hide the hard and warm definition of his form as he settled his body against Brandon’s. They melded so perfectly, as if their bodies were meant to contour against one another.
Obviously sensing how much his teeth and lips effected Brandon Ezekiel sucked and bit on his left shoulder and collarbone....all while his left hand sunk down beneath Brandon’s hips, and pressed him more firmly against Ezekiels body, all while his right hand delved between Brandon’s backside.
Boldly the Shifter feathered his touch across the folds and Ezekiels fingertips teased the hole at his core just enough to make Brandons mind scatter with embaressment and ferocious desire. Feathering along the puckered flesh, making Brandons cock harden and his breath hitch in his throat as the guardian continued to torment him, gently squeezing and and caressing the globes of Brandons firm backside.
There was no force behind his touch. No act of penetration. Still Brandon cried out, spread his legs and rocked his hips in pleasure. He rode the strong body against him as he sense were tantalized. A thousand zings of lightening curled in his groin and belly. He felt wild because of it. The shock of having Ezekiels body laid up against him.....and the feeling of a distinct bulge in Ezekiels own pants, pressing against Brandon’s bare ass tore Brandon’s self-control apart. He wanted, needed more...his core ached to feel the man fill him up, to devour him alive.
"Brandon..." The shifter whispered between broken kisses, his voice so sexy and desperate it made Brandon want to cry.
“Ezekiel....God Ezkeiel...we cant...” Brandon moaned weakly in protest even as he locked his legs around Ezekiels delicious hips and gyrated against him.
Ezekiel clearly wasn’t hearing him as he more seriously rocked his body against Brandons thier hips rubbing and thrusting together friction and breaths and moans the only thing between them...and Brandon knew that he had spoken the words too softly to truly penetrate the harsh desire that the two of them had for each other.
It was nearly impossible to stop Ezekiel now....and a large part of him didn’t even want to try.
Every part of him was tuned to that moment. The silken caress. The breathless kisses. The urge to moan and succumb to the man that he loved. To finally have a release from the sensual frustration burning him alive.
Then there was the hunger of the flame that burned inside....it was almost patient in its urge to feed.
It didn’t push....or scream....or attack.
Because it knew It didn’t have too.
IT was a part of Brandon. IT knew what he wanted. IT felt his pleasure and desire. IT knew what was coming. Sex.
IT knew that if Brandon and Ezekiel went any further....it could have its first meal in weeks simply when Brandon and Ezekiel came together.
All it had to do was wait for Brandon to make the mistake of letting Ezekiel continue to play with something dangerous and evil. And that thing was Brandon.
Ezekiel just didn’t know how evil and dangerous he was yet. And it was becoming too dangerous to allow him to remain ignorant.
Brandon cared for Ezekiel. Brandon ached to continue this moment between them more than he craved his next breath. Brandon thought he even loved the man.....and none of that changed anything!
Because the truth was.....he was really really just hungry and Ezekiel didn’t know the first thing about him.
Ezekiel didn’t know that every time he pressed his lips to Brandon’s skin....he could have died.
Ezekiel didn’t know that he was Brandon’s prey or that a large and powerful part of Brandon wanted to see him dead and devoured.
Ezekiel didnt know that Brandon had ignored this dire fact....
Instead Brandon had let the dangerous moments drag on between them multiple times.....
Because Brandon was selfish...and....and he ached for the touch of the Guardian. Enough to risk Ezekiels life for the promise of a few small kisses. But full on sex and true intimacy was a step further than Brandon was ever going to take it. This was wrong.
“I’m fucking sick in the head....” Brandon sighed softly to himself just before Ezekiel, lifted up from tracing a hot tongue across his collar and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Gently rolling his tongue against Brandon’s, asking for admission and slowly devastating him with suckling kisses the moment he let the man has full access. The kisses so passionate deep and hungry that they actually made Brandon want to run away.
Their tongues danced, teasing and tasting and....just perfect. Brandons heart melted in that moment lust giving way to the deeper affections he had for the Guardian and Ezekiel had for him. The kiss immediatly evolved into a sensual long tango of sucking and exploring and sharing...no more seduction and control.
But it was clear Ezekiel hadn’t heard him speak or seemed to be aware that Brandon had stopped rutting against him in wild lustful abandon.
The heat of his skin and the dance of his lips against Brandon’s was sweet, but suddenly it hurt because he had already lost the Shifter.
Still Brandon didn’t turn from the kiss right away, instead he choose to deepen it. He took Ezkeiels cheeks in his hands and pushed up into his space. He used his tongue to capture Ezekiels attention, too get him focused on that one thing making the Shifter groan into his mouth as thier hot organs twined and twisted in thier mouths....then before he got too carried away Brandon shoved Ezekiel away with all of his might. Hard muscle barely moved off of him a few inches, but move it did, at least enough for Brandon to begin wriggling up the mattress and seriously put an end to the situation.
“Ezekiel stop!”
At the harshness of his tone, and the hard shove Ezekiel stiffened and almost instantly pulled back.
For a second in the sharp silence of their panting, when their eyes met all Brandon saw was wild dominance and intense hunger. Ezekiel reached for him without a word and Brandon flinched away from him, not in fear, but to simply make his point. Ezekiel pulled back, a look of concern overriding the lust, and a look of shame blead across even that. The sight of it was like a cold slap that made Brandon realize his mistake.
“Shit....” Ezekiel cursed, closing his hand into a tight fist and dropping it to the bed between them. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking....” He closed his eyes and sighed his tone heavy with regret. “I didn’t mean to frighten you Brandon, I promise I would never do anything to hurt you....”
Brandon felt the ridiculous urge to sooth Ezekiels conscious even as he wrapped his arms around his legs and pulled them close, covering his naked torso and also trying to find a refuge in the storm of pain that was quickly and viciously cutting and radiating out of his core.
“I know and you didnt hurt me, but no more of this. I cant let you seduce me. We both got a little out of control....but....” Brandon vaguely reassure Ezekiel as he tried to breathe through the intense stabbing agony that was lashing across his core and his heart. As both his body and the Flame were denied what they wanted. “Please....we can’t ever go there with each other.”
“Why? Explain it to me....? I want to know why we cant have this?” Ezekiel asked him softly as he reached out and ran the back of his hand across Brandon’s cheek.
Brandon hated lying, but more and more he had to weave these lies just for Ezekiel. No matter how badly he wanted to stay there....and possibly kiss the Shifter back. Things were getting out of hand
But what could Brandon say? What could he honestly continue to lie about? It was obvious that the Guardian remembered their exchange in the woods. Or at least he remember enough of it to corner Brandon naked in a cabin in order to get some answers.
Still Brandon found it hard to speak with Ezekiel openly. Brandon looked down and sighed again.
Fist things first....How can I talk to him with my dick hanging out?
Taking one hand away from his legs Brandon scrubbed a hand across his face. “Ezekiel, where are my clothes?” he asked ignoring the heavy current still left between them in favor of getting his nakedness covered. “Let me get dressed. Then we’ll talk.”
Without a word Ezekiel stood up and walked over to a table across the room. For the first time Brandon realized that his clothes had been sitting there ever since he woke up.
Ezekiel walked back over to him and handed Brandon his clothes. “Brandon I want the truth...If you are just going to play more games with me? Then were through, Im tired of fighting....”
“No! I wont play anymore games...” Brandon interrupted at a whispered as he took the clothes out of Ezekiel’s hand and looked down. “Ill tell you the truth....all of it. It will be safer that way.”
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