He pushed one thick finger against Sawyer’s entrance, slicking his hole as he went. He didn’t wait, couldn’t bear to wait much longer, and added a second finger quickly. Sawyer pushed back against him, eager for more as his talented tongue continued to work at the sensitive tip of Saeward’s cock. Two fingers quickly became three and Sawyer sat up with a groan and began driving his ass back against Saeward’s questing hand.
“I’m ready,” he panted. “Oh, fuck, I’m so ready.” He scrambled away and turned again. Saeward lifted his cock, holding it steady as Sawyer positioned himself above him and slowly began to push down. He made a gasping sound, his breath catching even as Saeward’s tip breached his hole. It stretched him wide, and it had to burn, but Sawyer had insisted he was ready, hadn’t allowed him time to add more fingers and ease the way further.
“That’s so good,” Sawyer groaned. “I can’t wait for you to meet the other guardians. I hope you will learn to love us, Ward. You’re so sweet, so kind, so good. And fuck, your cock is amazing.”
His kindness and gentleness had never been seen as something to be proud of before. It had been used against him many times in the past and had caused him much heartbreak. The meat between his legs had been the only attraction, and was what had intrigued the prince in the first place. But something in the way Sawyer said the words let that little blossom of hope grow bigger, let the fear of the past fade into the background, until Saeward swore he could feel his heart fluttering in nervous excitement at the thought of no longer being alone. Sawyer seemed to see more of him than anyone else ever had, and as scary as it was, Saeward longed to be seen.
Sawyer managed to push all the way down, his body opening to Saeward’s so prettily. He’d dropped his head back, exposing the long length of his throat as he sat impaled on Saeward’s long, thick length. His thighs trembled with the strain, stretched wide over Saeward’s body. His cock dripped a steady stream of come upon Saeward’s stomach. Saeward dipped his thumb into the small pool, lifting it to his lips for a taste. He groaned at the flavor, drawing Sawyer’s attention back to him.
“Oh, fuck,” Sawyer groaned. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Sawyer captured another droplet on the tip of his thumb then leaned forward to offer the gleaming pearl to Saeward. He sucked Sawyer’s thumb into his mouth, used his tongue to take the offering. He groaned again. Sawyer tasted amazing, like the finest wine. The potion used against him was there too, the heady flavor heightening Saeward’s awareness, but the water in him would not be tamed by the heat of the flame. No, it extinguished it and left him with only Sawyer, the basest form of him. Saeward longed to take that firm length in his mouth, down his throat, to taste every drop Sawyer had to give. And one day maybe he could, when it was freely given.
Above him, Sawyer rotated his hips, swirling Saeward’s cock deep into his body, stretching himself out, and letting Saeward slip that tiny bit further into him. His cock had never been held so tight, squeezed so perfectly. Saeward prided himself on his self control, but Sawyer was tempting him. He held still, the smallest thread of control remaining. Sawyer had to take the lead, had to get himself through this purge.
Slowly Sawyer began to move, easing Saeward out of his hole then plunging back down and taking him in hard and fast. He cried out, pleasure flowing freely between them. “Ward, fuck, you feel so good. I’m so full. Fuck me, please.”
His desperate pleas couldn’t be ignored. Saeward grabbed his hips and held him steady as he began to thrust up into Sawyer’s body. He watched Sawyer’s face for any sign of pain, discomfort, or regret. He found none, even as the fire ceased to burn inside him, even as he could feel the energy returning to normal.
Sawyer began to move with him, matching Saeward’s thrusts by pushing down, meeting him half way and announcing his pleasure through shouts of more and harder. Saeward complied, memorizing each precious face, each eager request for him. He reached his peak quickly spurting his release deep into Sawyer’s channel, coating his insides and making him slippery. Sawyer continued to bounce on him, chasing the last of his pleasure until he crested as well. He coated Saeward’s chest and belly with his spend, and then he dropped down onto Saeward, heaving for breath.
“Whoa,” Sawyer sighed after his breathing slowed. “That was intense.”
Saeward agreed. The most intense experience of his life. “How are you feeling?”
Sawyer paused, taking a few more breaths before he answered. “Better. Sore as hell. My feet are killing me and I think my side is bleeding again, but I’m clear minded. Not fuzzy and frantic like I was before.”
“Good. Shall we clean up?”
He wanted to lie with Sawyer for a while longer, but he needed to try to stop himself from becoming too attached. There was little hope for it, but he had to at least try.
“I don’t think I can move. Damn, my body is mad at me.”
“Let me help,” Saeward said.
He carefully slid Sawyer forward, letting his cock slide free. Sawyer groaned before tucking his face into Saeward’s neck for a moment. He wrapped his arms carefully around him and held on while Sawyer composed himself. When he finally raised his head again, it wasn’t with tear stained eyes like Saeward expected. No, his eyes were clear and lust-filled again. “Man, I can’t wait to do that again.”
Saeward frowned, concerned that the effects hadn’t quite worn off, but Sawyer shook his head before he could say the words.
“No, I’m not still under the influence. I’m good. Really good. I just really liked what we did, you know? It felt right, uh… right?”
Saeward nodded. It had felt right, especially once he knew Sawyer was in control.
“Good. So, um, yeah, I’m kinda sticky and gross but I honestly don’t think I can move. I’m kind of stiffening up and not in the good way.”
His human’s attempts at humor were lacking, but Saeward still found him charming. Sawyer’s eyes twinkled when he smiled, as if he expected the world to laugh alongside him. He had kind eyes and a sweet smile. Saeward forced his thoughts aside as he lifted Sawyer and carefully helped him move to his uninjured side. Then he slipped from the bed only to return with a clean cloth and a tub of warm water a few minutes later. He wiped Sawyer down even as his eyes drifted closed, exhaustion finally catching up with him.
Saeward didn’t mind. He continued to tend to him, cleansing his body and treating his wounds with the limited supplies he had on hand. He continued to breathe in Sawyer’s sweet scent, staying right by his side until night turned into day and his own energy lagged to the point he needed to swim and regain his strength.
Sawyer
Sawyer made the unfortunate mistake of trying to roll over. Pain shot through his body and he gasped awake with a cry of pain. His head throbbed and his side burned. His entire body hurt, actually. He sat up gingerly, looking around in confusion. Then the memories of the past day came flooding back to him. “Ward?”
Nothing. He climbed out of bed and winced when his feet touched the floor. He didn’t have clothes on, but his feet and side were both bandaged. He slowly made his way out of the bedroom and into the living area of Ward’s cabin. He tried not to panic when he didn’t find his new guardian anywhere. The sun was out so he peeked outside the front door. It wasn’t until he caught a flash of silver in the water that he realized he wasn’t alone after all.
“Ward?” Sawyer called, raising his voice a bit so it would reach over the crashing waves to the sea. It seemed to work as Ward stopped swimming and turned toward him. He waved, and then began swimming toward shore. A boat appeared off the horizon, catching Sawyer’s attention as it seemed to be heading straight for them. He watched it nervously, waiting for Ward to step onto the sand.
Sawyer had no idea what type of creature Ward became, but he knew that as a human, Ward took his breath away. His skin was deeply tanned all over, obviously a benefit of spending so much time in the sun and ocean. He pushed his dark hair out of his face and Sawyer wondered if he kept it short because it was easier for swimming. His body was a work of art as well. Broad muscled shoulders which led to a heavily muscled chest. He shook a bit more of the water off of him and Sawyer nearly swallowed his tongue. He hadn’t imagined how thick Ward was in other places. He was big all over.
