“Sounds like a good place to start.”
RUNE
If I’m tremblingwith anticipation, it’s only because I’m so eager to feel my magic coursing through me again. It has nothing to do with the obscene bulge in Atlas’s pants or any kind of desire to find out whatelsehe can do with those strong hands of his.
And since we’re in agreement about where to start, I suppose there’s nothing left to do except get to it. I lick my lips and get to my feet. I can feel his eyes on me as I tug my t-shirt over my head, and my hair tumbles free of the loose knot. I’m loath to drop my semi-clean clothes on the dirty floor, but there aren’t a lot of other options, so I try not to cringe as I let my shirt slip through my fingers and fall near my feet.
Atlas’s stone-gray eyes glow with the slightest hint of my blue magic as he drags his gaze over my bare chest and down my slender belly, stopping when he reaches my jeans, which are hanging just a little loose after so many days with sub-par food.
“Can I?” he asks politely, his voice taking on a deep, husky timbre.
“Be my guest.” I chuckle, carding my fingers through his thick beard as he reaches eagerly for the button on my jeans.
My cock never completely settled from that last kiss, and between the massage and the heat dancing in his eyes, I’m hard and aching again. Outside of the theory about my journal, I don’t have a damn clue how Atlas became a well of my magic but thank the gods it was someone so easy on the eyes. In a different world, where we hadn’t already met under such complicated circumstances, he’s definitely the type of guy I would pick up at a bar to have some fun with for a night or two.
As soon as he lowers my zipper, my cock springs free, bouncing inches from his face with a glistening drop of precum on my tip. My foreskin is already rolling back, the dark veins lining my shaft swollen and prominent with my excitement.
“They didn’t give me any underwear after my shower,” I say with a chuckle, and Atlas grunts in response, his attention fixed on my cock like the gentle sway of it is hypnotizing him.
“If I…” He clears his throat again. “Put my mouth on it… could that help your magic?”
My breath hitches and my cock jerks.
“Maybe.” I sound breathless.
His nostrils flare as he leans forward, his hot breath fluttering against my sensitive tip, summoning another dribble of precum that’s too heavy to stay pooled at my slit. The clear, sticky strand starts to drip, and Atlas catches it on his tongue. As if the flavor of my arousal flips a switch inside him, he lets out an animalistic growl, digging his fingers into my hips and engulfing my cock with the wet inferno of his mouth.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips punching forward involuntarily.
He makes another inhuman sound that vibrates down my length and tightens around my balls, lapping at the throbbing veins in my shaft with his tongue. Prickles of my magic dance along the spots where we’re connected, where his fingertips are pressed against my skin, sparking every time his tongue strokes over me, but it’s not enough.
“Take your clothes off,” I pant, reluctantly nudging his head back and slipping my cock out of the glorious seal of his lips.
I shimmy my jeans down and kick them off while he quickly disrobes. Gargoyles are known for two things: their muscles, and their massive cocks. And as his clothes join mine on the floor, I can see that neither have been exaggerated. His sturdy, bulging pecs and chiseled biceps draw my attention for just a minutebefore my eyes land on the main event between his massive thighs.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp.
I’ve seen big cocks before. Hell, I was brave enough to get fucked by a centaur once, and the phrase “hung like a horse” turned out to be extremely accurate. But Atlas’s cock is on a whole other level. It hangs thickand heavy between his legs, nearly as long as my forearm and too weighty to stand upright. Instead of being smooth, his shaft bulges out wider every inch or so, like a series of knots waiting to expand as soon as he’s inside. It’s impossible not to spend a few seconds wondering what it would feel like to have those ridges tugging at my rim with every thrust.
He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself slowly, teasing his thumb over each of the ridges, grunting quietly under his breath, his gaze boring into me while I stare unapologetically. I finally manage to drag my attention away from his cock and up to his face after several long seconds.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit inside me without a metric fuck-ton of lube.”
He gives me a crooked smile. “I kind of figured that. But you said skin contact might do the trick?” He licks his lips and steps closer to me, leaving less than an inch of space between us.
I nod, and my cock twitches and strains towards him, like it’s desperate just to drag against the warmth of his body. My breath catches, and all the little hairs on my arms stand on end, like they’re all trying to get closer to Atlas too. It must be my magic inside of him. Every cell in my body can sense it and wants to find a way to touch it. That’s the only explanation I have for the way he’s affecting me.
“Let’s see how much magic we can make, then,” he says gruffly.
Without any more warning than that, he wraps his arms around me, digging his hands roughly into my ass cheeks, and hauls me off my feet. I’m not a short man, and considering my generally prickly demeanor, I’ve never had a man pick me up before or even attempt to. I wouldn’t have thought I’d like it either, but there’s a surprising thrill to trusting my weight to his steady grasp and hard muscles. I hook my legs around his waist, my cock pressed against his abs, and I slam my mouth into his.
Magic rushes through me again. It’s still not nearly as strong as I’d like it to be, but it’s a bigger trickle than when we kissed before. Atlas licks into my mouth and my magic builds just a little, snaking through my veins and moving into my fingertips, sizzling on my tongue like Pop Rocks with every lap and drag of his. I rock my hips, grinding my cock against his warm skin, slicking his belly with the endless drip of precum that every one of his deep, hungry growls coaxes from my slit.
“It’s working,” I pant around his tongue, pawing at his chest and biceps. “We need even more skin contact though.”
My head already feels like it’s spinning, so it takes me a second to realize that he’s lowering me onto the cot. I cling to him harder until his body sinks down on top of mine. The cheap bed creaks and groans, but the sound is drowned out by my embarrassingly loud moan as Atlas fits himself against me and his massive cock lies heavily on mine. Our bodies wrap around each other like it’s their sole purpose in this life, our legs entwined, our arms tangled together, chest to chest, cocks grinding as we fall into another frenzied kiss.
“Is that your magic?” he asks gruffly against my lips, canting his hips at the same time to drag the length of his cock over mine.
