“Apparently one rumor is true.” A playful smirk dances on his lips. “You have a battering ram between your legs.”
I choke in surprise, coughing through it while Rune laughs softly. “Uh, thanks?”
“You’re humble too. I always heard your kind were cocky meatheads.”
“That’s a stereotype meant to demean us. Gargoyles vary in personality as much as anyone does, though we do tend to mirror the societies we were built in.”
“I meant no disrespect. You’re… nicer than I anticipated, especially considering our previous interaction.”
“So are you. We thought you were a villain.”
“Some would still say I am. It’s a matter of perspective. I imagine whoever is behind this kidnapping thinks so.”
“Maybe. Have you considered the possibility that they want to exploit your power for their gain?”
“I’ve considered all possibilities.” He leans against the wall. “What bothers me is not having a clue who could be responsible. I thought I knew every magic user worth knowing, so this is coming out of left field.”
“The world is a big place, Rune. Maybe they live far away, unseen by you.”
“Possibly, but then how do they know I exist if I don’t know them?”
“Fair question.”
He nods, stepping closer to me again. “Can we try again? I think we’re close.”
“You want to kiss again?”
“I sure do.”
My stomach flutters and my cock perks back up. This isn’t romantic on his part, and I need to remember that. It’s a means to an end for Rune.
“Well come on, then.”
Rune scrambles to climb onto my lap again, and I’m really worried about the structural integrity of this cot under our weight, but before I can suggest an alternative, Rune is slamming his mouth against mine.
I wrap my arms around his small frame, pulling him closer. If we’re gonna kiss, then I’m at least going to enjoy it. Rune tugs on my beard, flicking his tongue out to catch mine, and the more I sink into the kiss, the stronger the strange vibration in my chest grows.
Rune kisses like he needs it to live, which is fine by me. He practically grinds his tight ass into my cock, moaning softly as I tangle my fingers in his hair. A surge of heat spreads through me, tingling all the way to my fingertips and toes, and Rune gasps softly just before deepening the kiss.
I see a flicker of light in front of my closed eyes, and I open them fully in time to see Rune’s tattoos lighting up, the glow soft and uneven but present.
“Yes,” he moans against my mouth, rocking harder into me. He slides his hand under my shirt again, gripping my pec muscles and murmuring words that don’t mean anything to me.
The ever-present knot in my chest expands, blooming into a warm pulsing sensation that I somehow connect to the sultryman in my arms. Something about it justfeelslike him. It’s the same way I felt when I dreamed about him or read his journal.
Rune drags his fingertips along my skin, sending tiny bolts of sizzling electricity through me. He doesn’t stop his chanting, and my attention shifts as the bars on the small window rattle faintly.
Rune breaks the kiss, exhaling loudly as he leans his forehead on my shoulder. “Gods. Did you feel that?”
“I felt something, yeah.”
“It’s like you’re some kind of anchor for my magic. Don’t ask me how or why, because I don’t know. What I do know is that we’re making something happen. We just have to keep trying.”
And keep kissing? No objection here.
“We might have to… increase our efforts.”
“What does that mean?”
