Finnian’s chuckle rumbled as his onyx-black strands lightened to the shade of coffee. Their ends crawled up his chest and met his shoulders. Curls coiled throughout, creating a bed of waves in its bone-straight texture.
Cassian stared at these small changes, captivated.
Finnian freed himself from his trousers. The muscles danced beneath the skin of his torso as he sank down. He held himself up on his hands at each side of Cassian, dragging his length against the inside of Cassian’s thigh, over his hip bone, and against his own arousal.
A tremble shook through Cassian, followed by a wrought tension gathering in his stomach.
Finnian cupped both of them and squeezed.
A mind-numbing pleasure swept over Cassian.
Finnian’s mouth parted and his chin fell, exhaling a shaky breath.
Greed swelled within Cassian as he chased the feel of Finnian against him, moving in sync with his rhythm. It still wasn’t enough.
He reached down and grabbed Finnian’s wrist. “Give me more, Finny.”
Finnian halted and stared at him intently for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Implicitly.” Cassian widened his knees, inviting.
Finnian continued to hang over him, their faces inches apart. A subtle excitement lit in his eyes. “I presume this is not your first time with a man?”
Cassian rolled his hips in a lazy motion, enjoying the bursts of nerves shooting up his abdomen from the friction.
Finnian bit back his bottom lip in response.
Satisfied with his reaction, Cassian gave a lousy smirk. “I am over five thousand. What do you think?”
Sexuality confinements within the mortal society were nonexistent to deities. They lived far too long and grew bored far too easily.
“Ayou are correctwould have sufficed,” Finnian grumbled, stretching over to his bedside table to dig inside a drawer.
Cassian chuckled.
Finnian pulled out a vial filled with yellow-tinted oil and doused his hand with it. The fragrance of olives touched Cassian’s nose as he lifted his arms and gathered Finnian’s long strands out of his face. He neatly tucked them behind his shoulders.
Centuries of sound and static had plagued Cassian’s mind. He’d walked each day unknowing of peace, secretly envious of the souls he led into the Paradise of Rest. It was an eternal landscape of respite he’d carved within his own realm. Cassian always longed for the day he would be granted such serenity.
Finnian was his stillness in the storm; silence in the screaming; peace in the chaos.
The evening sunlight trickled through the window, reflecting the various shades of green in his eyes. Glittering particles ofdust shimmered in the rays. It was all a dream. It had to be. Laying on his bed, the feel of his fingers drawing circles of pleasure, slipping deep, flexing, curling.
Cassian’s ragged breaths filled the room.
Finnian caught each one and gulped it down in a kiss.
“Long for me.” He sat up on his knees and hooked both arms underneath the crooks of Cassian’s legs, lifting his hips.
He entered with a careful thrust.
Tingles shot down Cassian’s spine and a moan spewed from his lips, arching into him.
Cassian felt possessed by a longing to tear out of his own skin and claw through Finnian’s until they were one. It was unhinged and delusional, a delirium he’d never craved before in his life.
The ecstasy of Cassian’s desire surged like a river in his blood.
“Always long for me.” Finnian gripped both hands around Cassian’s waist and buried himself deeper.
