Thane, so calm -- and altogether literally sanguine -- emerged eagerly from the denim confines. Stepping out of his jeans, he pushed Sean down on the mattress, stiff cock insistent between them, silk thighs straddling him, and pushing the blankets fully off. Leather jacket thick and cold under Sean’s hands as Thane spread his thighs. Thane bent, his kiss hard and wet, coaxing and claiming.
Sean reached down, sliding his palms over Thane’s hips and buttocks. Thane pulled a condom from the inside pocket of his jacket and tore into it with his teeth. He knelt up, rolling it over his cock, slowly. Teasing. Licking his palm, he smoothed his hand over the tip of his sheathed cock. He was so fine, and anticipation sparked in the air between them.
Sean wanted this so badly, and in that moment he realized that whatever it might cost him later, he could make no other choice. Thane leaned over him, and Sean strained up to meet him, afraid and eager. His body yielded slowly to this novel intrusion, but in patient degrees he felt Thane enter him. He could barely breathe, clinging to Thane with shaking hands, feeling weakness throughout his body. It was such a remarkable, commonplace, perfect thing as their bodies found and shared the rhythm of their passion.
Mine, Sean thought. Truly mine. At last.
Emily Veinglory
Emily Veinglory is an animal behaviorist currently living in scenic Indiana. She writes fantasy, romance and erotica and specialises in gay erotic romance including the Maewyn’s Prophecy series and her popular werewolf novellas Eclipse of the Heart and Wildest Dreams (all available at Loose Id). Her first novel-length paperback, King of Dragons, will soon be published by Chippewa Press.
You can visit her website at http://www.veinglory.com/ or email her at [email protected].
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