Yves

by Toby Aden

  “Thank you, Apollo.”

  “You never need to thank me for this, mate,” Apollo said and took Yves’s mouth in a kiss, pulling the other man flush against him.

  Touching each other transcended the physical. Their emotions were running high, and the depth of emotions they felt for each other made them both crave everything that came with being together.

  Apollo grabbed Yves’s jaw to keep him in place and sucked on his sensitive lips, teasing him with his teeth, pulling gently. “Just you,” Apollo said and placed a kiss on Yves’s nose, his chin, his eyelids, his earlobes.

  “Just you,” Yves repeated, the promise evident in his voice, the promise to try to get past his doubts and the fear of inadequacy.

  Yves’s shy gaze slid down the length of Apollo’s toned chest, the navel, and then the parts hidden in the water where they were touching “Can I?” Yves asked, his voice filled with need as he trained his eyes on Apollo’s cock hidden in the water.

  “Whatever you want, sweet.”

  Supporting his weight with his hands on Apollo’s shoulders, Yves tossed his head back in total abandon and began grinding against Apollo. The water sloshed against them at Yves’s frantic movement, and Yves felt both heavy and light. He rolled his hips on Apollo’s dick then rose and fell, grinding their cocks together.

  Apollo latched onto the exposed skin of Yves’s throat, sucking gently and licking. He soon palmed the twin globe of Yves’s ass underneath the water and used his hand to facilitate the movements Yves was making. He squeezed Yves’s ass, groaning at the friction generating between the two of them.

  Groans and moans and sex noises soon filled the room as they continued rutting against each other. Yves closed his eyes and shivered, feeling hot, bothered, and as light as a feather yet so viscerally in the moment.

  Apollo licked his way from Yves’s throat to his chin, bathing Yves in his saliva as he tasted the clean, masculine flesh beneath his tongue. Reaching wildly behind him, Apollo pulled the bottle of oil he’d kept there in case of emergencies like this. He unscrewed the top of the vial. He poured a generous amount into his hand and then slipped his hand into the water then Yves’s ass until he was at Yves’s entrance.

  Apollo pressed his finger against the ring of Yves’s hole. He circled it around the tight ring then pressed against it until his finger slipped inside Yves. He was soon rewarded with Yves groaning in pleasure when the slippery digit rubbed against his inner walls. In and out went his fingers as he began preparing Yves to take his cock.

  “I want you so bad,” Yves said on a moan. “Do you—”

  “Hell yes!”

  Apollo took Yves by the waist, raised him, and then slowly slid the other man onto his painfully erect cock. “Ride me, youngling.”

  Heat flared up in Yves’s stomach as he groaned and pressed his body harder against Apollo’s. He took control, relishing the fact that Apollo had given him free rein despite Apollo’s thighs pushing his legs farther apart to take more of him in.

  Apollo groaned in pleasure, captivated by the picture Yves made with his head thrown back as he took his pleasure from Apollo’s body. He wanted Yves to know and understand that he was willing to do anything and to give Yves the world, to make the other man feel safe and loved.

  Yves rose and fell, over and over again onto Apollo’s cock, squeezing and tightening his channel to milk Apollo’s cock. The water continued to swish and roll all around them, and the heavy feeling never relented. Yves made the smallest movement with his hips, rotating on Apollo’s cock, and the other man yelled out his name, blissed out from the sheer pleasure.

  Apollo was sorely tempted to assist Yves along the way, to make him go faster, harder, but he resisted the urge, barely, wanting to prove to Yves just how much the other man meant to him.

  However, that did not stop him from demanding, “Harder, Yves.”

  “You are mine!” Yves growled.

  “All yours, baby,” Apollo agreed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when Yves took him in deeper and harder.

  Apollo reached into the water, palmed Yves’s straining cock, and began stroking it.

  “Yes, yes. Right there!” Yves yelled as Apollo’s cock kept hitting his prostate.

  Yves’s eyes fluttered, and his movements became frantic, and he was rushing headlong toward completion. Both of them were breathing faster, groaning and moaning, the swishing of the water masking the sound of them making love. Their bodies aligned so well, both hot and slippery with perspiration.

  Yves leaned in and slanted his lips against Apollo, sliding his tongue into the moist heat of the other man’s mouth. The kissing, the lovemaking created a complete connection he could hardly comprehend that they weren’t one body. Yves tore his mouth away from the kiss, taking in long-needed air into his burning lungs. Apollo’s scent became prominent against Yves’s nose where his face was buried in the junction of Apollo’s shoulder and neck.

  Apollo’s cock hit Yves’s prostate with a precision that made his body shudder as the gland became more sensitive. Sparks flew behind his lids, and a mind-blowing orgasm took over his body as strings and strings of cum erupted from his cock so hard he was afraid the limb would fall off. Not long after, Apollo was coming inside him with jets of hot cum shooting into his channel.

  “Apollo!”

  “Yves!”

  They yelled each other names, consumed with their union and with the love brimming between them both. When they’d calmed down, Yves rose until Apollo’s dick slid out of his ass and then slumped into Apollo, grinning with happiness. So far, every time they made love, it was the most amazing sexual encounter Yves had ever felt, even if it was the only sex he’d ever had, and it only got better each and every time. Flushed, his eyes half-lidded, and his hair in the most delicious wet chaos, Yves could not look more beautiful to Apollo in that moment.

  Yves’s ass throbbed in a delicious manner, and he welcomed the overwhelming amount of love in his heart for this man before him. Already he was sleepy, but if he never left the embrace of Apollo’s arms, it would be too soon.

  Apollo stood up from the water, pulling Yves along with him. “Let’s go to bed, love.”

  Epilogue

  Yves stood with a sheet wrapped around him on the balcony, staring far and beyond into the world before him. Even though he’d known that his mate was a Greek god, it hadn’t really hit home until he’d crossed over with Apollo several months ago. He’d been taking the time to make new friends, to acquaint himself with the world he would eventually be living in, away from home and those of his kind.

  Yet he still looked forward to returning beyond the veil back into his own world and to his own kind. Even though he would technically be touring the other three kingdoms in his home world before finally going to the Fire Kingdom, he was still excited about it. At the very least, after months of being away, he would see and meet with others of his kind. He did not hate or dislike this world. In fact, he’d made fast friends with others, but he missed what was familiar to him.

  Arms came to wrap around him, engulfing him into the heat of Apollo’s body. Apollo had woken without his mate beside him in bed and had immediately gone looking for the other man. He had shown Yves the beauty of his world, exploring over every inch of his part of the world and seeing it as though for the very first time through the excitement and enthusiasm of his mate.

  When he’d located Yves standing on the balcony overlooking his lands, he’d moved with the sole purpose of having his mate in his arms. Embracing the other man from behind, Apollo wrapped them together in a blanket to shave off the chill of the early mornings. He was aware that Yves had been feeling homesick for a while now and had finally decided to return for the younger man’s tour as dictated by tradition. However, he worried that his mate would not be able to adjust and fully live with him here.

  “Thinking of home?”

  Yves shook his head and leaned back into the strength of his mate. “You’re my home now, Ap
ollo. But yes. I was thinking of the Fae, my brother…” Yves sighed, unable to continue as he left his words hanging.

  “I will free up my schedule so we can go back there within the week. At least, once your tour is over, you can see your family again. How does that sound?”

  Yves turned in Apollo’s arms and then wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, staring up to meet Apollo’s gaze.

  “It sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

  “No thanks necessary, love. Your happiness is always my top priority.”

  “I love you so much, Apollo. You can’t possibly know just how much you mean to me.”

  “I know, youngling. I know because I feel the same way. My life was incomplete before I met you, and I love you more than life itself. You and this precious little one.” Apollo said, cradling a palm around Yves’s still flat stomach.

  And it was just a start for them, the beginning, for they had all the time in the universe to love and to have little fights and experience all that a relationship could mean and bring into their lives together.

  They had so much before them, so much adventure they would experience together, so much love brimming between the two of them and enough to pour into their unborn child of one month. With each day that passed, they looked forward to the birth of their first-born child. They looked forward to holding the baby in their arms and to loving unconditionally every day of their lives. Life was good, and it got better with each day which passed.

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