by R. Cooper
Clematis exhaled sharply. Flor was aroused. His cock was full in his plain white boxers.
“Please.” Clematis tipped his head up and got another bussing kiss across his cheek. His hands were shaking, they were holding on to the cushion so tightly, and Flor had barely touched him. “Yes. We stop when I want.” It burned through him, and he shut his eyes. “Sweetheart?” he echoed. That burned too.
“Oh.” Flor sent shivery breaths across his cheek. “Sorry.”
Clematis shook his head, although whatever he could have said with his throat locked and Flor so close was already gone from his mind. Flor exhaled, a puff of warm intent over his mouth.
The kiss was slow. Clematis trembled for it, to hold still for it, to take it, sweet and curious and so very Flor. Flor brushed their lips together and waited, barely breathing, to return to do it again. Heat pooled in Clematis’s stomach. He felt flushed for all that he shivered. Flor kissed him once more, light and pretty as a butterfly’s landing, and then when Clematis parted his lips and could not completely hold back a moan, Flor pressed his mouth to his in a real kiss.
Flor hummed with pleasure. His curved a hand to Clematis’s jaw, curled the other into his hair, and gave Clematis a swift peck on the lips when he pulled back and Clematis tried to follow his mouth.
“Thank you,” Flor whispered, delighted, although Clematis hadn’t done anything but let himself be kissed. Flor kissed him again when he frowned. “You’re so lovely.” Flor seemed to get distracted by the bow in Clematis’s upper lip and spent a few moments just kissing that.
“Sweetheart?” Clematis asked again, half-afraid at how much light was rising in him, how fast it spread beneath his skin.
Flor inched back to peer at him. His expression went from fond to gently fond.
“Oh.” Flor seemed to understand. “You like that?” He gave Clematis another kiss, soft, and then another, softer, until Clematis whined. Flor was breathing hard but didn’t do anything, didn’t touch Clematis more or fuck him. He brushed his thumb over Clematis’s bottom lip. “I kind of see where Stephanie was coming from now,” Flor observed, not quite regretful. “And what the others all saw first. Were you good for them?”
Clematis’s wings, trapped between his back and the couch, tried to flutter. “Flor—” He didn’t know his voice. He was too warm inside. Everything was shaky. “You’ll take care of me?”
“I’ll take care of you.” Flor edged the tip of his thumb past Clematis’s lips, then withdrew it before Clematis could do more than get a hint of sweet on his tongue. “You like to offer your mouth, don’t you?” Flor did it again, thumb pushing down at Clematis’s bottom lip, letting Clematis taste but nothing else. He looked up. “Are you holding still for me or for you? This is a lot of power,” he mused a moment later, hot and hard in Clematis’s lap. “I almost want to tease you now, to see how much you could stand for me.” He noted every single helpless shock that went through Clematis and exhaled roughly. “I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to let you suck me off. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” Clematis begged immediately. “Please. I’ll do it. Tell me what to do and I will.”
“Say you were good,” Flor instructed, face close, as if another kiss was ready if only Clematis would obey.
Clematis sucked in a breath. The trembling left his wings and settled somewhere beneath his heart.
“I already know you were.” Flor soothed him, mouth against his neck now, then up to the tip of one pointed ear. “I watched you, remember? You were so good. So hard you were almost crying.”
Clematis curled his toes into the carpet. “I thought about you watching.” It dragged out of him, rough and dry, made Flor catch his breath.
“Thank you for telling me. And I was. I was watching.” Flor hitched his hips forward, torturous with the thin rasp of cotton between them and Clematis unsure if he could touch. “I saw how you were. But I want you to say it anyway. I want to hear it in your sweet voice.”
“I was good.” Clematis turned his head, pushing his face toward the heat of Flor’s shoulder. “I was good.”
“You did everything she said,” Flor whispered into his hair. “And you’ll do the same for me, right?”
“Yes,” Clematis assured him immediately, nodding to make it clearer. “I’ll be good for you.”
“God, how that sounds,” Flor groaned. “I’m going to give you so much.” He tightened his fingers in Clematis’s hair, tipping his head slightly to the side so he could draw his nose over Clematis’s cheekbone and sigh against his cheek. “Please. Please touch me. You never touch me,” he went on, dropping kisses to Clematis’s jaw. “Your skin is very soft.” He could have been complaining, except for how gentle he was. “You only ever touch my glitter, never me. Not even to hug me.”
The request froze Clematis for a moment. Permission to move, permission to put his hands to Flor’s legs and feel Flor warm in his palms. He tore his hands from the cushions beneath him and placed them, one at a time, at Flor’s thighs, then slid them up to his hips. Boxers and a T-shirt were in his way, but Clematis swallowed dryly before pushing past them.
He traced the skin over Flor’s ribs, and Flor shuddered. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Clematis’s lips parted, but he couldn’t breathe right. “Not that. Please. It—” He changed his mind, but with permission to touch, he found himself tangling one hand in Flor’s hair. “Sorry. Don’t go.”
“Okay,” Flor agreed easily, breathlessly. “I won’t say it again. Of course I won’t go just for that.” Clematis touched him, hands in his tousled hair and on his smooth back and then up to the sensitive places around his wings. Flor shuddered again and dropped his head to pant. “Buttercup, sweet autumn, anemone.” He buried his nose in the waves by Clematis’s ear. “Downy, curly ropevine. You want me to hold you down, but it feels so nice to have you touch me.”
Humans rarely touched the sensitive skin around and between a fairy’s wings unless they knew fairies. They touched the outside of the wings, where they were pretty and felt almost nothing, but not the base. Not the places of thick muscle and delicate nerves.
“I want to make you feel good too,” Clematis dared, reckless with Flor pleased and shaking above him.
Flor started to roll his hips while kissing Clematis, openmouthed. “You do,” Flor admitted breathlessly during shallow kisses and slow grinding. “I am going to feel so good when you come, and then we do it again. Keep making those sounds. Keep touching me. Then I’ll hold you down, exactly like you want.” His boxers were sticky. “Like I want,” he admitted and kissed Clematis hard when that made him moan.
Flor stopped everything to kiss him, hands at his face, his body one long shiver when Clematis wrapped his arms around him to hold him tighter. He pushed Clematis to the back of the couch and curled against him, pressed close and hot. He touched one of Clematis’s nipples, experimentally at first, then kissed him as he pinched it. Clematis jerked, cock twitching, and shut his eyes when Flor did it again.
Flor kept talking, secret whispers at his lips and jaw when Clematis whined. “So good for me,” Flor assured him, when Clematis wasn’t doing anything but shaking and holding him too tight. He ached, his nipples throbbing in time with his cock. His lips stung with kisses. Flor used one hand to grip his hair again, this time tugging the way he must have seen Stephanie do. He dragged his mouth down Clematis’s throat and groaned when Clematis started to beg.
“I want you to come,” Flor reminded him, slightly hoarse. He shifted his hips to trap Clematis’s cock beneath his ass and then rocked his hips in a tight circle. Clematis held on to him, his grip probably painful, and tried to take his hands away. “No,” Flor growled into his ear. “Hands on me, feet on the floor as you finish.” He ground down harder. “You make me feel greedy.” Maybe later Flor would be mad about that, but now he was distracted with the slicky slide of his cock against Clematis’s stomach. Flor mouthed at his neck and sucked bruises that would fad
e almost instantly and peppered kisses over those, all while squeezing his dick with his ass every time he rolled his hips. “Can you come because I tell you to?”
Clematis dug his fingers into Flor’s skin. “I want to.” His voice was raw.
Flor pulled away, to stare, Clematis knew, to see Clematis’s face. “Oh,” he said softly as if whatever he saw surprised him, but he liked it. “Then do it,” he ordered a second later. “Please.”
Clematis pushed his hands beneath Flor’s shirt and curled his fingers at his back, against his shivering wings. It didn’t stop him from trembling. “Flor, please. I want—if I can’t—”
“You can.” Flor was so sure of him. “You can do anything. You’re gifted and so good.” He left warm, golden kisses at Clematis’s mouth. “This is what I thought about, and what you thought about, isn’t it?”
“It’s more,” Clematis confessed, words broken in his throat. “Say sweetheart again?”
“Sweetheart,” Flor said immediately, almost shocked. He put his lips to Clematis’s ear. “I want to watch you come. I want to feel it on me. Won’t you give me that?” Clematis writhed beneath him. He held on tight and thought of Flor’s cock in his mouth and Flor’s hands firm in his hair and Flor’s voice saying all those things.
Clematis arched up, gasping. He spilled, wet and messy, onto Flor’s ass and the sweaty cotton between them. Flor’s moan reverberated through his chest, and Clematis’s cock pulsed again.
Flor held still, pressed down against him, and then moaned again.
“That was amazing. You’re amazing. Absolutely beautiful.” He pressed kisses over Clematis’s face and against his slack mouth. “Thank you.”
A sob slipped out of Clematis’s throat. “Flor—”
Flor moved, repositioning over him and bringing with him a wave of heat and tickling sparkles. His glitter nearly stung when it landed on the parts of Clematis that were raw from Flor’s mouth and his fingers. Clematis jerked again, ruining Flor’s boxers with more come.
Flor touched their noses together. “Hey,” he said softly. He was out of breath too. “Hey, look at me.” He released Clematis’s hair and slid his hands along Clematis’s arms.
Clematis shuddered but opened his eyes.
An intense black gaze swept over him. “You did everything I wanted,” Flor whispered in awe before a hint of a smile made his reddened mouth quirk up. “We’re almost there.”
“Almost—” Clematis echoed, panting.
Flor kissed his parted lips, softly at first and then deeper. Shivers ran up Clematis’s spine. He was already hot and used but the kiss was heady and Flor felt good on top of him. He wanted to ask if Flor was going to leave, or if Clematis would be allowed to keep touching him, and then Flor locked his hands around Clematis’s wrists and pulled them down to the couch cushions on either side of him.
Flor rolled his hips again and Clematis tipped his head back to gasp at the ceiling.
“You okay?” Flor asked, rocking gently against Clematis’s spent, sensitive cock and smearing come between them. Flor was still hard, dick slipping through his boxers with every movement. “Tell me yes or no or wait, okay?”
“It hurts,” Clematis complained in a reedy whisper, but then gasped and barely kept from kicking out at how good it was. He wanted Flor to stop, but he wanted Flor’s mouth back at his neck, and he wanted Flor’s teeth on the places he felt most used. He wanted him to keep going. “Yes,” he decided, rasping.
Maybe Flor could read his mind. He bit gently at the tender skin under Clematis’s ear. “Here. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled one of Clematis’s hands on his hip before bending down to put his mouth on his chest.
Clematis squirmed, then stopped guiltily. But Flor licked across one peaked, aching pink nipple and then reached down to squeeze Clematis’s cock until Clematis squirmed again and cried out. “Flor, it’s…. Flor, please.”
“So good, like I knew you would be,” Flor praised. His grip was firm and he teased the foreskin with his thumb. “I think I want to suck you off later. Gonna make you come so much. You’re so fucking lovely. I just want to….” Clematis arched up helplessly and tried to catch his breath. Flor kept on touching him, sending sharp, sharp bolts of pleasure down his spine, making his dick twitch. “I don’t know if I can wait much longer,” Flor revealed with a breathless laugh.
Clematis was oversensitive and shaking underneath Flor’s sparkle, and still he couldn’t help but swallow. If he came again, he got to suck Flor’s cock. He was already aroused despite, or because of, the shocks running through him. He was fairy, and he was good. Flor had said so. Clematis hadn’t even had to ask.
“That’s it,” Flor declared triumphantly and Clematis dropped his head to watch his cock get hard in Flor’s hand. The ache began to slip away, replaced with pulsing blood and warmth. Flor’s grin was beautiful. “Look how good you are.”
“For you,” Clematis tried to finish for him, but Flor shook his head.
“Not for me. Just good. Do you want me to make you say it?” he demanded, pleasant and rough as he stroked Clematis’s cock into full hardness. He breathed out heavily as he looked down, then lined up their cocks and jacked them together. It could have been wetter but Clematis would not have moved away from him to get lube even with permission.
He stared, mouth open, at the sight and curled his toes into the carpet. He grasped one-handed at Flor’s hip. Flor’s other hand was firm at his wrist.
Flor was there. Flor was going to make him come again and then give him what he wanted.
Clematis rocked up. The TV was only a glow through Flor’s bright wings. The sounds from it were nothing to his heart in his ears and the creak of the couch and their strained breathing. Flor’s shoulders were warm and beautiful. Clematis fell forward to hide his face there and Flor kissed his ear. Clematis strangely thought of honey and apples, and Flor on this couch with him talking about nothing at all, and moaned with desperate urgency although his movements were slow.
“Yes,” Clematis answered, minutes too late. He panted into Flor’s neck and sighed for messy kisses and tickles on his skin. “Yes, make me say it,” he explained, words slurred. He opened the hand on Flor’s hip, splaying his fingers over where he imagined there were freckles.
Flor did not breathe for several seconds and then inhaled to speak quietly. “Clematis, tell me how good you are.” He moved to kiss down Clematis’s throat. “Say it. Say you’re very good.” Flor did not sound light or teasing anymore.
Clematis closed his eyes. “I’m very good.” He shuddered as it left him, shaking with surprise and heat and a burst of pleasure. He felt as if he’d come, but never like this before, soft and sweet, almost an afterthought.
“Giving,” Flor added, strain in his voice now. “Lovely.”
Clematis closed his eyes, but it didn’t keep him from burning. “Giving,” he whispered back. “Lovely.”
Flor bussed his cheek clumsily. He dropped his hand, but stayed where he was, breathing hard into Clematis’s hair. “So good,” he murmured, moments later. “Thank you.”
Clematis blinked slowly, then frowned before pulling away. He rested his head against the back of the couch to watch Flor watch him. Flor was holding his stiff, probably aching cock in one hand, but staring at Clematis with satisfaction all over his pretty face.
Clematis was beautiful, especially now, with bite marks and sweat and come all over him. It didn’t usually earn him looks like this. Flor hadn’t come. His gaze was hungry, but he was sitting there, smiling.
He was happy, Clematis realized, his thoughts light, his blood singing. Flor was happy. Clematis had done that.
Clematis licked his bottom lip before pushing it out. “Are you going to give me my reward now? You said you would,” he pouted, just soft enough to make him worry.
But Flor lost his smile, and his eyes went hot. He rose up on his knees to tear his T-shirt off and throw it behind him. For a second it caught on a wing, although he di
dn’t appear to notice. He shoved down the boxer shorts he should never have worn, and then reached out slowly to slide his hand through Clematis’s hair and curve it over the top of his spine.
The angle wouldn’t let Clematis take it deep, but that didn’t matter. He wanted the weight of Flor’s cock on his tongue and Flor breathing hard above him. He didn’t anticipate Flor stroking the back of his neck, but as he relaxed into the gentle hand holding him, he thought he should have.
“Yes,” Clematis informed him without prompting, heart pounding with anticipation. He leaned in, then stopped, glancing up. Flor’s stare hadn’t changed, but he hadn’t said.
Flor tangled his fingers in Clematis’s curls and gave one gentle tug to draw him forward. “Take it,” he ordered, then groaned when Clematis eagerly complied.
Chapter 11
CLEMATIS DIDN’T know what to do with himself on his day off. He woke up around eight in the morning, surprised to have slept as much as he had until he remembered the night before. He had no bruises or marks, of course, not even a sense of exhaustion. Just a desire to shower, a gnawing hunger, and a lingering warmth that kept creeping into his face.
He shouldn’t be hungry. Flor had used his phone to order them cupcakes from some delivery service, and even tipped the grouchy elf who’d brought them despite the elf’s judging expression. But Clematis didn’t sleep with other fairies much, and he’d probably forgotten what it was like to spend hours with someone with a very short refractory period and a mouth like honey.
Flor liked kissing. Flor liked kissing a lot, something Clematis had never let himself think about. It made sense, though. Flor was a romantic. He had known true love and would know it again someday. And Clematis had a nice mouth. Everyone said so.
He made himself crepes for breakfast and regretted that summer’s end meant less fresh fruit, then showered and went over to wish good morning to Mrs. Galarza. She sniffed haughtily at him, asked where his little puertorriqueño friend had gone, then told him to go put on some pants before he could tell her that Flor had gone to work.
