“What is it?”
“You know…since we’re using magic for whatever we want tonight…”
I shoot him a perplexed look.He steps back and strokes his cock.Then, he snaps his fingers and lets out more wisps of orange magic.
Suddenly, the ground shakes below.The grains of sand underneath Luther proceed to rise and float through the air.It’s like a swarm of grains, flying in coordination all around him.
“Luther, what?” My words are cut off at the sight.
Luther is dangling in the air.And his ass is exposed to me.
He’s wrapped up in tendrils of sand, and he’s at the perfect angle and height for me to fuck him.
“Um, like…I’ve always wanted to lose control.”He gives me a sheepish grin, and I don’t know where to look: his handsome, almost apologetic face, his hard cock on his abs, or his arms and ankles bound up by ropes of sand.
No, it’s his ass.I’m staring at his wanting ass.
“You sure you’re good?”I ask, even though I’m already beginning to line myself up.
“Yes, please,” he rasps.Throwing his head back with his eyes closed, Luther says, “Take control of me tonight, right here on the beach, Taz Devries.”
All I can hear is my heart pounding and the roaring waves several yards away.Without any further ado, I lube him up, one finger, then two.Once he’s prepped, I line myself up.
“Yes,” he whispers, head still thrown back.Using the sandy columns to move him toward me, I slowly enter my boyfriend for the first time.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
“Yes, please.”Luther’s voice, so wrecked and needy, sounds like a plea.It’s a prayer, and I’m the god who gets to fulfill his needs.Slowly, I enter his warmth, then pull back just a bit.He feels so good, and my hips are so eager.In moments, I start to fuck him in earnest, ramping up the pace and slowing down intermittently.The sounds of our skin slapping together are only accented by his repeated whispers of affirmation.
“You feel so good,” I whine.We’ve only been going for a few minutes, but I can’t last.Having Luther’s body floating in the air, all for me, takes so much trust, so much love.He’s my forever man, I can feel it.
Once I slow down, I take his cock and stroke him off, and he trembles under my touch.I continue fucking, creating a beautiful rhythm of pure pleasure in his body.The sand moves him back and forth, a supernatural swing allowing me to go deeper.His strangled affirmations only make me fuck faster and with more vigor.
After less than a minute, he gets harder in my hand.I push my hips forward, holding myself there, and stroke him off even faster.With a shout, he orgasms, his semen shooting all the way to his face and beyond.
Seeing his wrecked body, satiated and trapped in a bondage device of his own making, is too much.It’s too beautiful for me not to let go.Using the sand to move him back and forth, I chase my orgasm.In moments, I’m unloading inside of him, seeing stars the entire time.
After a minute of catching our breath, Luther uses the sand to ease him down gently.Clean up is simple with the water, and I summon towels to dry us off and cover us up.We go back to cuddling, naked this time, dozing in and out while listening to the Portuguese waves ebb and flow, like nature’s lullaby.
A breakfast of pastel de nata is the perfect way to end our night of lovemaking on the beach.Luther and I cleaned up more?why be wizards if you can’t use magic to get sand out of your bodily crevices??and headed to the touristy streets of Lisbon to have breakfast.He and I chatted about everything and nothing at all as the people of Portugal went about the start of their day.Every time I touched his ankle with my foot, he shot me an intrigued look.I have no doubt he was reliving our beach date in his head, and I have every intention of doing it again someday.
Now that our coffees are done, we proceed to take our time strolling the streets before heading back to the portal.There are so many tourists already, so no one should care about the gay interracial couple holding hands while ambling through the shopping districts.Luther buys his folks some famous Portuguese sardines, and I can’t resist getting a coaster for Vik.He’s my brother back from the dead, sort of, and if I want to spoil him, I’m going to.
“This is a great city,” Luther says as we stroll, hand in hand.
“I’m glad the portal isn’t too far from all the fun stuff.Being off the beaten path is fine…”
“But there is a certain charm to the touristy spots.”
“Exactly!”I reply, and we both laugh.“We’re really on the same wavelength, nowadays, huh?”I bump his shoulder with mine, and he smiles.
“Let’s not get carried away, Devries.I think we’ll be arguing for years to come.”
The thought of us being together for the long haul makes my cheeks burn.Instead of gushing my eternal love, I choose a joke and reply, “By arguing, do you mean foreplay?”
“Total verbal foreplay,” Luther says with a nod.We laugh and take in the salty air as we come upon the beach.
My insecurities begin to boil over.“Do you really think we’ll still be bickering for years to come?”
