Storm captured his left hand, raising it to show him the guild ring.
“Oh,” Nathan breathed. “I rarely ever take that off. I don’t even notice it most of the time.”
“I know.”
For a moment, Storm thought Nathan would resist. He studied the ring on his own finger like he was seeing it for the first time, and then, just when Storm was taking a breath to speak—though he had no idea what he would say—Nathan tugged it off and dropped it on top of his clothing.
A shiver of triumph went through Storm.
“Bend over the couch,” he ordered next, “and spread yourself open wide for me.”
Nathan’s lips parted. His bare feet shuffled on the wood floor as he turned, bending over the back of the sofa so that his chest was pressed against the top of the cushions. With a quiet whimper, he reached back and spread himself open.
There was no other power like this, Storm thought as he blanketed Nathan’s naked body with his clothed one. He took his time, bestowing kisses, licks, and nips across every inch of skin he could reach. Nathan’s neck, ears, shoulders, back. His hands roamed while his mouth moved, down Nathan’s flanks and back up, petting through his chest hair and the trail of it down his stomach. He licked his fingertips and teased Nathan’s nipples until the man was writhing beneath him, the sensitive buds hard beneath the pads of his fingers.
Nathan whimpered and moaned, arching his back and pressing his body back against Storm, but he never spoke. Never asked for more. He took what Storm gave him, and it made Storm want topush.
He dropped to his knees. Nathan’s fingers left divots in his own ass cheeks, and his pink, puckered hole waited like a gift for Storm to take. He dove in with deep, hot kisses, spearing his tongue inside over and over. He palmed the heavy sac hanging between Nathan’s legs, and his knees parted further, going up on his toes and pressing back against Storm’s mouth.
“Storm,” he whimpered.
“Shh,” Storm breathed against one cheek. “I’ve got you.” One hand slipped past his sac, taking his length in hand and pumping firmly.
Nathan moaned, thrusting into his fist. A punched out sound left Nathan, muffled against the back of the sofa where he’d hidden his face. Storm sank his tongue inside his hole as he worked his cock, and Nathan’s back arched, needy. His free hand held Nathan’s hip, stroking soothingly as he focused his mouth on his hole, kissing it hungrily and massaging the ring of muscle with his tongue. Nathan’s cock was leaking precum onto his fingers, slicking his grip. He liked this a lot; that was good. Storm could do this for hours, working Nathan toward the edge with his mouth.
“You’re such a good boy,” Storm praised, licking deep into his hole. “Doing so good for me. Doing exactly as I asked.”
Nathan shuddered above him.
Reluctant as he was to stop, he didn’t want to fuck him over the sofa, so he stood and guided Nathan up with him. Nathan stepped into his embrace right away, trembling, and tucked his face into the curve of Storm’s neck. His hard length pressed against Storm’s hip, but he made no move for more.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said. He felt more powerful than ever like this, fully dressed while Nathan was naked and desperate under his hands.
They walked slowly to the bedroom, tangled up in each other, Nathan walking backwards as they traded hungry, sloppy kisses. When they reached the foot of the stairs, Storm grabbed two handfuls of Nathan’s ass and lifted him up. Nathan wrapped his legs around Storm right away, and Storm carried him up like that, their tongues tangling. He kept one hand on the railing and took his time, careful not to stumble with something so precious in his arms. Nathan trusted him to keep him safe, and he’d be goddamned if anything happened to him on Storm’s watch.
At the foot of the bed, Storm paused, gazing down into lust-filled gray eyes and filled with affection for this trusting human in his arms. He’d do anything to keep Nathan by his side.
He gently lowered Nathan to his feet and said, “On your knees, sunshine.”
Nathan’s lips parted as he dropped deftly to his knees, his hungry gaze falling to Storm’s groin.
Storm stepped back, and a hint of uncertainty found its way to Nathan’s eyes. Storm offered him a reassuring smile as he undressed, tossing his shirt away and toeing off his shoes. Nathan relaxed again as he watched, and when Storm was as naked as he was, he returned, stroking Nathan’s cheek with one hand and guiding the fat head of his cock to Nathan’s lips.
“Open up. Take me as deep as you can.”
Nathan, Storm reminded himself, didn’t have much experience sucking cock. So it was a surprise when he sealed his lips around the head and started inching his length into his mouth, past the level of comfort, until Storm felt the back of his throat. The muscles there constricted around him as Nathan’s gag reflex kicked in, but Nathan didn’t stop, opening wide and fighting it.
“Sunshine,” Storm started to protest.
Nathan shook his head lightly, pulling back and sucking him back down. His mouth was hot and tight, pleasure crawling through Storm’s veins as Nathan found a stubborn rhythm, taking him a little deeper each time, like he was determined to have him all, one or another.
Storm resisted the urge to let his eyes fall shut. He wanted toseethis, Nathan on his knees and taking him deep. His lips grew red and slick, saliva dripping down his chin and Storm’s balls.
When Nathan whimpered, a hand fluttering against Storm’s leg as though to pull him closer, Storm asked, “What do you need, sunshine? Tell me.”
Nathan didn’t use his words. His hands closed around Storm’s hips, pulling him in as Nathan moved his head, and a jolt of heat went through Storm.
“You want me to fuck your face?”
