Before I entered the dingy toilets, I handed my drink to a stranger who’d just walked out of it. I needed both hands free for what was to follow. The door closed behind me, then opened again. As Arwyn followed, the air was sucked out of the toilets. At least, for our sake, it smelled relatively clean. There was a man standing by the sinks offering condoms, or a spritz of aftershave. I hadn’t even thought about him.
Part of Arwyn’s job was regulating magic against humans. There were rules, and we all had to follow them to show we were not a threat. But, as Arwyn liked to call me, I was a wicked, wicked witch. Rules had never been my strong point.
I gathered up old magic, letting it coat my mouth like sugar.
“Urgent news befall your ears,
Leave this place for it conjures your fears,
Urgent news befall your ears,
Leave this place for it conjures your fears.”
By the time my spell finished, the man was already running out of the toilets. I hoped whatever illusion I’d just played in his mind wasn’t too bad. I slipped a fifty-pound note into his tip bowl in my own form of thanks.
“That was naughty, Hector. And you know it.”
I spun around to find Arwyn by the door. “What are you going to do about it?”
He crossed his arms, his fierce scowl setting a fire in my cock. “I think you knowexactlywhat I’m going to do to you.”
I popped a hip and leaned my weight on it. “You’re right. I think your text said something like ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll spend the rest of the weekend in bed because of it’, and ‘your throat has had a week off from me, it’s time we train it again’, right?”
Colour flushed Arwyn’s cheeks. I’d put on my best, deep voice to tease him, and it worked.
“For the record,” he said, storming across to me, “I don’t sound anything like that. But also for the record, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Our bodies crashed together. My back hit the toilet door, throwing it open. The momentum of it sent us both stumbling into the cubicle, the back of my legs hitting the toilet bowl.
Arwyn’s kiss sang of how desperately he wanted me. Mine answered his call. There was passion here, in this small and confined space—passion so powerful it was a miracle our magic didn’t go haywire.
Arwyn booted the door closed behind him. I chuckled as he fumbled for his belt, so I offered my hands up willingly to help. His fingers knotted in my hair, pulling at the scalp until I moaned into his mouth. I was disappointed when he withdrew from the kiss, until his swollen lips crashed into my neck and devoured me.
I managed to get his belt off in the chaos of it all. I ripped it out of the loops and dropped it to the floor. As Arwyn nipped at my neck’s flesh and sucked the tender skin raw, I got to work freeing his cock. It burst free before the zip was fully down.
“Well, well, well,” I said, already breathless. “How good it is to see you again.”
Arwyn lifted from my neck enough to speak. “Are you having actually a conversation with my cock, Hector?”
“I am,” I replied. “Jealous?”
“Not at all. I just don’t think it can hear you. Why don’t you get a little closer?”
I liked the concept of that very much, so closer I got.
Arwyn was strong, built like a fucking god and had the muscles to prove it. But, when I took control of him, he gave in to me. I guided him around, flicked my fingers so the toilet seat went down, and then pushed him to sit atop it. I was sure the plastic snapped as his weight fell onto it.
I got onto my knees between his legs, nails scratching his thighs as I dragged his trousers down. Arwyn grabbed his cock, squeezed the base hard enough for veins to bulge. I also noticed, because it was impossible not to, just how large his balls were. Full. Incredibly full. It was nice to know that he’d stuck to our promise of self-celibacy since our last encounter. Although, by the looks of it, he was practically full to bursting.
I leaned in, brought my mouth to his balls and ran my tongue around each one. Satisfied they were wet, I blew cold air until Arwyn moaned. Then I took the balls into my open mouth, spreading my spit over each one with my tongue which was working overtime. All the while, Arwyn was wanking his cock over my face, thick hand trembling with need.
“Stick out your tongue for me,” Arwyn commanded, eyes narrowed down on me.
I did as he asked. The tip of my nose was wet from my own spit, my lips smudged with it too. Arwyn clearly liked the view because he released a growl and began to tap his cock on either side of my cheeks. Then, slowly but surely, he lowered the glistening tip to my tongue and placed it there.
“Suck me.”
I pulled it out just enough to reply. “What’s the rush?”
