They managedto return to Edmonton and Raum’s apartment, peeled off their clothes, and then collapsed in Raum’s bed. Raum was exhausted—Ezra was doing better, but they both elected to take a nap, and Ezra lay on Raum’s chest, breathing slow and deep, fast asleep. Lilith had woken and come into the bedroom with them, and she was passed out beside her human, under the blankets, a tiny lump just visible by Ezra’s hip.
Raum didn’t care what time of the evening it was, or that going to bed so early would mess up his sleep schedule—they slept for several hours, and Raum woke around midnight feeling much improved. His stomach growled, wanting something moresubstantial than the sandwich from earlier, but Ezra was still asleep, snuggled in tight and close, clinging to Raum as if afraid he would disappear in the night. He refused to wake Ezra by getting out of bed.
Ezra was a cuddler, and Raum loved it.
A chirp came from his nightstand, and he carefully reached over and grabbed his phone, checking the notifications. He winced, realizing he forgot to call his mother. There was a rather pointed text from Freya telling him to check in as soon as possible.
Not wanting his mother to worry, he sent a text back, telling her he was fine and that he would call in the morning, along with an apology for not calling before he fell asleep.
Thankfully her reply was quick, meaning she was still awake, and she he told him to get some more rest. Freya was not a helicopter mom, but he figured a divine possession attempt and nearly getting buried in a magical blizzard would test even his mother’s boundless patience and nerves.
Raum put his phone back on the nightstand, and Ezra stirred on his chest. A soft groan, and Ezra stretched a bit, blinking sleepy eyes and cracking a huge yawn.
“Hey, go back to sleep,” Raum said softly, kissing Ezra’s forehead.
“What time is it?” Ezra mumbled, barely coherent.
“Just after midnight,” Raum said, brushing hair back from Ezra’s eyes, running his fingers down the side of Ezra’s face and then his shoulder, loving the slight shiver he felt go through the other man.
“Hmmm, do that again,” Ezra moaned, wiggling closer, despite being practically welded to Raum’s side.
Raum smiled and he repeated the gesture, running his fingers along Ezra’s shoulder, his smooth skin soft and supple, warm to the touch. Ezra all but purred, arching into the touches,a small smile on his lips, eyes heavy-lidded and nearly closed in pleasure.
Ezra glowed to his empathy, full of want and desire, arousal coursing through his aura and body.
Lilith, a smart kitty and clearly very wise, climbed out from under the blankets and escaped the bed with a disgruntledmerp, leaving the bedroom.
Raum chuckled, and took the moment to gently roll them so Ezra lay on his back, pushing the blankets down and exposing the smooth and lean lines of Ezra’s body.
Ezra was beautiful. Not just his aura, which was full of crimson and burgundy streaks laced with gold, but also his body. Ezra was already hard, cock flushed a deep pink and curling up toward his belly, precum beading at the tip. Raum was just as hard, and he ached to feel Ezra tight around him again, hot and clenching.
Raum reached out and took Ezra’s cock in hand, lightly stroking the hot length in his palm, making Ezra arch into his touch.
“Come here,” Ezra ordered, tugging at his shoulders and pulling Raum down between his legs. “Fuck me, please.”
Raum took Ezra’s mouth in a deep kiss, thoroughly laying claim, and Ezra yielded beautifully, arching his hips up into Raum, brushing their cocks together, and Raum slid a hand between them, grabbing both their cocks and stroking them together.
Ezra whined deep in his throat and clung to Raum’s shoulders. Lean legs went around his hips and held him in place, and Raum sent his hand lower, behind Ezra’s tight balls, and sought out the tightly furled muscle, stroking a fingertip over it. Ezra gasped and squirmed, trying to push up into the touch.
“Please fuck me,” Ezra begged, lips wet and bruised from their kisses. His aura flashed a riot of colors, the depth of his need obvious and nearly painful in its yearning.
“Anything you want.” Raum’s resolve to take things slowly snapped, and he lurched across the bed to the nightstand, digging out the lube and returning to Ezra.
He knelt between Ezra’s legs and squeezed a large dollop of lube onto his fingers. He tossed aside the lube and applied a generous amount to Ezra’s hole, making Ezra gasp and arch up into the touch.
“More, please.”
“Don’t worry, I have you.”
Raum breached Ezra with a finger, the lube letting it glide inside in one smooth motion, and Ezra grabbed his knees and pulled his legs back, opening himself completely to Raum’s gaze and touch. Raum added another finger, watching with his empathy as Ezra absorbed the sting and the burn, and knowing exactly when Ezra was ready, tension cresting, close to snapping and rolling over them both.
Raum withdrew his fingers and applied the lube to his cock. Ezra eagerly grabbed at him, pulling him down, and Raum nestled between Ezra’s thighs, lining up his cock and finding his target. He pressed inside, slowly, careful, not wanting to hurt Ezra.
Ezra chased the burn of entry and thrust upward, impaling himself on Raum, both of them gasping. Ezra was tight and hot, clenching and releasing, greedy and so very perfect. Raum was as deep as he could go, and he held still, battling the urge to plunder, waiting until Ezra was ready.
He sensed the moment Ezra wanted him to move, and he pulled back just an inch before pushing back in, rocking them slowly.
“You are perfect,” Raum breathed out, kissing Ezra before focusing on his lover’s pleasure, determined to make Ezra come apart in his arms.
