As he lathers my hair, I close my eyes and relish his strong fingers massaging my scalp. No one has ever taken care of me like this before. I never let anyone get close enough. But for once, I’m not scared. This feels right.
It feels like forever.
ATLAS
With my handburied in Rune’s mane of hair, I press against him, my cock growing harder with the close contact. We don’t need sex to create magic anymore, so maybe we can use it differently now.
“At,” Rune whispers, bumping his tight ass into me. “You’re so hard.”
“Because you turn me on.” I bend my head to kiss his neck. “You drive me wild.”
“What a weird kink,” he says, his tone light.
I chuckle. “Hey, no kink shaming.”
Rune laughs, and it’s the first time I’ve heard a truly happy, carefree sound bubble out of him. He twists in my arms to face me and lets the shower spray rinse his hair. As the water flowsover us, I gently drag my fingers through it, untangling the locks before reaching for the conditioner.
Rune allows me to care for him, his arms wrapped around my waist as I gently detangle the remaining snarls in his hair and walk us both back under the spray. He has his eyes closed and a serene expression on his face. My chest expands with pride that I’m the one who put it there. I’m the one who brings him safety and love. If he doesn’t already, he’ll learn to trust me and know that without a doubt, he’ll always come first.
“Let’s wash up and get out.” He opens his eyes. “I want to make love properly. Not in a cell, not in a shower. In a bed.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice, gorgeous.”
We finish up with a quick wash, and as I shut the water off, Rune steps out and dries off. He holds out a towel for me too. We smile at each other like lovesick teens as we dry off and run into my bedroom.
It’s cold and dark from lack of use, but Rune fixes that with a simple flick of his wrist. An orange glow illuminates the room, and soft music plays—from where, I have no idea. The fireplace roars to life, quickly warming the room.
His skin comes to life too, his tattoos softly flickering, and within seconds my own flesh responds. It’s still a strange feeling to have magic coursing through my veins, but at the same time, it’s oddly comforting, like coming home to myself.
Rune climbs onto my oversized bed and pulls back the bedding. He flops onto his back, crooking his index finger for me to join him. I practically trip over my feet to make it to him, so excited I have to remind myself to calm down.
I hover above him, careful not to crush him. Rune drapes his arms over my shoulders with a sexy smirk on his lips.
“You’re a sweet man, Atlas. Kind, thoughtful, and…” He pauses, swallowing noticeably. “And very, very sexy. Now wedon’t have to be quiet, we don’t have to worry about being discovered. We can just enjoy each other.”
I nod, searching his eyes. “You’re unexpected. I understand why your guard has been up for so long, but I hope you’re learning that you can let it down with me. You’re always safe with me, Rune.”
“I am learning that.” He strokes my beard. “Now, my big, strong gargoyle. Wreck me.”
He pulls me down until our mouths crash together. As our tongues collide, my cock swells even more at his sweet, unique taste. There are a thousand things I want to do to him and with him, but for tonight, I just want to savor the moment. Rune is right, there’s no rush, no risk, just us.
He’s just as hard as I am, bucking his hips so our cocks rub together, our sticky precum mixing and leaving a trail on both our bellies. Rune moans softly, digging his nails into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood, but the wounds will heal quickly. He could hurt me with magic, but never physically on his own, and I know now that he never would. Our fates are entwined now and for eternity.
“Please, At,” Rune whispers, biting into my bottom lip. “Please.”
“Please what, love? Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock inside me. Please.” He opens his eyes, holding my gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Neither have I.”
Rune arches his back, locking his legs around my waist and rubbing against me like a rutting wolf on a full moon. I don’t want to kill the mood, but there’s no way his body is ready to take me.
“Babe,” I whisper. “We need to build up to it.”
He huffs, opening his eyes. “Babe. I have my magic back. Try it.”
“Try what?”
