“As you wish,” Cyrus rasped huskily, before doing what he promised.
Killian let out a low groan as the Fate swallowed him down. Just the man’s skin against his had always felt like a furnace to him, but the wet heat of Cyrus’ mouth was almost enough to melt him.
“That’s it,” he gasped, when Cyrus swallowed around him and began to bob up and down, taking him to the root each time. The pace was fast and intense, his body winding up as his orgasm built. But just as he was about to come, Cyrus stalled.
“Cyrus!” he whined, when the man pulled back to lightly suck on his tip and tease his foreskin with his tongue, before licking down a vein in his shaft. Pre-cum spurted from his cock, even as full body shudders made their way through Killian’s body, and the promise of an imminent orgasm dwindled.
“I want to come!” he hissed.
Cyrus smirked. “Patience, Baby.”
He glared, about to snap back, but he never got a word out. A moan replaced whatever he’d intended to say when his man took him back into his mouth.
Slick now steadily trickling down his ass crack, he moaned, “Yes,” when the man started to probe his hole, before popping a finger inside. The added stimulation was almost enough to send him tumbling over, and he felt his body tighten again as he teetered on the edge.
When Cyrus suddenly clamped down around the base of his cock with his hand, Killian let out a startled yelp. Tears formed in his eyes in frustration as the man once again pushed his orgasm back.
“Cyrus!”
But the man didn’t answer, he just continued to suck, while his hand remained clamped tightly around him, preventing his release. At the same time, he was using his other hand to finger his hole. First, one finger, then two, followed by a third.
All together, it was a tortuous pleasure that would have turned him into a sobbing mess, if he could still shed tears. Instead, all he could do was tug on Cyrus’ hair while whimpering, and struggle to do…even he didn’t know what.
Killian wanted both for it to stop, and for it to never stop. So when Cyrus pulled off his cock, and stared at him smugly, his grip never loosening, as he no doubt waited for Killian to come back from the edge again, he did the only thing he could do…curse him out.
“You traitorous son of a bitch! I hope you never—” Killian’s words cut off on a gasp when the man released his cock and knocked his legs off his shoulders, before he lifted him off the couch and into his lap.
Killian didn’t have a chance to complain because Cyrus had lined his cock up and slid all the way inside him at the same time he settled him onto his lap. They both groaned loudly while the man pressed himself inside. The sounds became muffled when Cyrus sealed his mouth over his. At the same time, he gripped Killian’s hips, lifted him up, and began to pump into him.
Killian whimpered as he let Cyrus have complete control. Gripping onto the Fate’s shoulders, he held on tight, clawing at the man’s back as the rhythm became more brutal and frantic.
Drips of Cyrus’ sweat hit his skin, and the sounds of the man slamming into him echoed in his ears, as their muffled moans and groans became louder.
When Cyrus changed his angle, hitting his prostate with each thrust, only seconds later, Killian broke the kiss on a scream as his orgasm violently ripped through him. His cock bobbed, spraying cum over his chest, while Cyrus continued to pump inside him. As he continued to shake apart, only seconds later, Cyrus followed him over the edge. Shouting out his release, the man’s prick spasmed inside him, as his cum added extra heat.
As Cyrus’ prick gave one last jerk inside him, the Fate slowed to a stop. Panting heavily, the sound of their heavy breathing had replaced the lewd sex noises. Killian winced slightly when Cyrus’ spent cock slipped from his hole, and he sagged back against the couch with a tired groan as the man lowered him down onto his lap.
Cyrus gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Tired?” the man rasped, breathily.
He eyed the Fate silently for a moment, feeling all the remnants of the admittedly amazing sex they’d just had. From the man’s sweat, the wetness of slick literally coating his ass and parts of his legs, to the cum on and inside him, and…with a pout, he demanded, “Clean me, now!”
“As you wish, Baby,” the Fate chuckled.
PullingKillian tighter against him as the Siren slept, Cyrus stared up at the metal sculpture, his eyes following the lines. Over them, the real threads of fate began to appear. But real or not, he saw nothing. The lines, just like the decorative ones beneath, were useless.
No matter how much Cyrus looked, or begged, the threads wouldn’t let him see anything beyond a few minutes into the past or future. Their knowledge remained with them.
His jaw clenched, his fangs grinding together as he growled in frustration, before sighing as the threads fell away, and he was once again just looking up at a sculpture.
Was this… Was this his punishment for doing what he had? Cyrus couldn’t even be sure what he had done would result in something better. There were so many secrets all around him, with no way to even see a single one.
Cyrus’ gaze flicked down to Killian when the man murmured nonsense and snuggled closer in his sleep. He smiled and ran a hand through the Siren’s hair.
Just thinking about the other secrets he didn’t know, about what the man could possibly be hiding, and all that Cyrus was hiding, he wasn’t surprised when his mind drifted to the first time they’d met at fourteen.
Cyrus had been instantly entranced by the teen’s beauty, his mind blank of questions as he had stared. But there was no denying that, from the very beginning, Killian had been one big mystery…
Cyrus struggledto keep the anger off his face as his mother paced in front of him, ranting on. His father stood back, with his arms crossed, his size alone making him a looming figure. The Fate’s face was full of disappointment, and what he couldn’t help but note was anger.
