“I should feed you Milkthistle, so you can make milk for me to drink.”
My entire body jerks, and I inhale sharply.
“You like that idea?” he asks sweetly.
“No,” I grunt. And I’m pretty sure it is the truth.
Mabon laughs and gets back to licking and sucking while his hand torments my other nipple. I know he has felt my straining erection because now he is wriggling evilly on it. But he doesn’t release my nipple to comment on it.
My eyes flutter closed. I think I might actually cum like this.
But everything stops. My eyes open. Mabon is staring at me intensely. Slowly, his hands rise up to cup my face. Slowly, tentatively, he starts to lean in.
Why is he being so cautious? I look into his eyes. The uncertainty and nervousness I see strikes me right in the heart. He is not sure if I’ll kiss him again.
My arms wrap around his back and I yank him towards me and smash our lips together. He lets out an adorable little squeak, and then, just like last time, he melts in my arms. Mabon turns all soft and pliant and gooey and it is the most addictive thing I have ever experienced.
I adore haughty, confident and bossy Mabon. But this soft, needy Mabon steals my heart utterly. Perhaps because it is such a contrast. Or perhaps I’m simply a caveman and submission speaks to my psyche. Who knows? Who cares? I don’t. It’s wonderful, and that is all there is to it.
I kiss him with all of my skill and all of my tenderness. He really is squirming now, and it feels damn good. I could happily sit like this forever. Kissing Mabon while he wriggles delightfully on my cock.
I am definitely going to cum like this.
My hands drift up to run through his glorious hair. It feels so soft, so sleek, so satiny. Warm too. And as I brush through it, more of his delicious scent wafts free.
My fingers snag on a braid. And then another one. I’m pretty sure they are held up by pins. I find one and pull it out and let it drop to the floor. A coil of Mabon’s hair falls free. I find anotherpin and then another. Soon all of his hair will be loose and magnificent. I will be able to caress it fully and exult in it.
Bright, burning pain explodes in my head. My vision whites out. My ears ring. Coppery blood floods my mouth.
What the fuck?
Mabon is not on my lap anymore. He is standing a few paces away with fury burning in his eyes.
He slapped me. Hard. Hard enough to bruise.
He storms into the bedroom and slams the door shut behind him. I flinch at the sound.
What the hell just happened?
Tentatively, I move my jaw and run my fingers along it. I don’t think it is broken. But that was still one hell of a slap. What did I do to deserve it? We were kissing and everything was lovely.
I wasn’t doing anything wrong? Was I? I was only playing with his hair.
Oh wait, is that the problem?
I rack my brain and think about the three girlfriends I have had. They all cared a great deal about their hair. Hannah left a dizzying array of products in my bathroom for when she stayed over. Hair is a girl’s pride and glory.
I know Mabon is not a girl, but his hair is extraordinary. It’s lovely. So it must take a lot of work.
I get to my feet and walk over to the bedroom door. I knock softly on it.
“I’m sorry, Mabon. I’m an idiot. I never should have played with your hair.”
Silence.
“I’m really sorry I messed your hair up. I won’t do it again.”
I press my ear against the door. It yanks open suddenly and I nearly fall flat on my face. I stumble and then catch myself.
