Kavon teased him with light touches down his stomach and hips, avoiding Darren’s hard cock. When Kavon ran his hands over Darren’s sides, Darren twitched and laughed. “Ticklish spot,” he gasped. Kavon pinned him down and kept right on tickling until Darren was gasping for air.
Darren damn near levitated off the bed, but Kavon held him down. When Darren tried to say something, Kavon took Darren’s cock deep into his mouth. Kavon loved the taste and feel of Darren, and he loved the way that sex led to a perfect moment where he felt all of Darren—all his emotions and fears and needs. Right now Darren was careening toward orgasm, so Kavon stopped.
“Fuck!” Darren cursed, but his body was alive—sensitized and ready.
“Problem?” Kavon asked. His own amusement and lust and love came back to him as an echo.
“Bastard,” Darren barked out, but he loved the sharp edge of being caught on the edge of his orgasm. “If you don’t finish...”
Kavon slid his fingers into Darren’s hole—slick and hot. Projecting eagerness, Darren hooked his legs over Kavon’ shoulders and held on as Kavon lifted him into the air. Slick ran down Darren’s ass as Kavon pushed another finger in, forcing Darren’s muscles to open up. The dual experience of pushing into his lovers bound body and being tied wound around them. Darren’s lust and Kavon’s tangled together.
Darren moaned in need. “God, yes. Please,” he begged softly.
Kavon slammed into him and set a brutal pace. Soon, the heat reached critical mass and Kavon’s whole body became one shivering nerve that defined his existence. He felt like he didn’t fit in his own skin, that he was larger than that, larger than the room. Larger than reality.
Kavon grabbed Darren’s cock, and Darren dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up. Darren’s muscles tightened and he cried out even as Kavon slammed into him a few more times before falling into his own orgasm.
The pieces of the world once again fit into perfect order. Kavon knew that illusion would pass, but as he collapsed on the bed next to Darren, he reveled in the one perfect moment. They lay in silence, breathing heavily as the bond eased and they disentangled their thoughts.
Only after it had gotten dark did Kavon start to stir. “You should eat,” he said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you skipping meals lately.” Kavon worried that sometimes Darren worried too much. He was the complementary opposite of Kavon who sometimes didn’t even notice the burdens he carried or realize how much they hurt him.
“It’s not like I’ve been hungry. Armageddon kills the appetite.”
Kavon pressed a kiss to Darren’s lips. “No more Armageddon. We won.”
Darren grinned. “We did, didn’t we?”
“Yep.” Kavon ripped the Velcro free on the second cuff. “We did.” Kavon felt Bennu’s energy enter the room.
“Then why am I so tired?” Darren yawned as Bennu got up on the bed and stalked around before settling down like he was sitting on a nest. Magic stirred through the air and the quilt bunched up around Bennu’s butt, giving him a nest.
“Both of you can rest,” Kavon said. His bull appeared near the bathroom door, but only his head and shoulders fit in the room. Kavon stroked Darren’s hair.
“I love you,” he whispered. They didn’t say the words often enough. Even with the bond, they should say the words.
“I love you, too.” Kavon kissed the top of Darren’s head. “You know, I was thinking we still have vacation time coming. We could borrow the jet and head to Montserrat.”
Darren opened a sleepy eye and projected confusion. “Montserrat?”
“Caribbean island,” Kavon said. “It’s not far from British Virgin Islands, but it’s a lot quieter. Same ocean views, though, and even better beaches.”
“You want to borrow the jet? Salma’s jet? For vacation?” Darren didn’t hide his shock.
“No. Not exactly. They have a Djedi center there that handles a lot of emergencies during hurricane season. I thought we could do some business and some pleasure. Fifty-fifty business and hanging out on a beautiful beach.” Kavon frowned as his discomfort rose. “Maybe seventy, thirty percent,” he amended himself.
Darren smiled and his amusement filled the room as he held his hand out. Kavon tangled their fingers and lay down next to Darren.
“That’s a deal,” Darren said.
Kavon wrapped his arms around Darren and pulled him close. “Deal.” If bending a few rules made Darren happy, it was time for Kavon to find a new set of personal rules—ones that were flexible enough to account for his life with Darren. Racists and bigots had driven Kavon to embrace a set of rules that defined his life, but it was time to make room for the people who really mattered.
