Gramlithyn made his selection, then set the remote down on the nightstand between the two beds.
“Should we stack some pillows and get comfy?”
“Gramlithyn, do you really think I give a shit about the movie?”
The hybrid chuckled. “What’s on your mind, Pyx?”
With a roll of his eyes, Pyxlevir cupped Gramlithyn’s face and kissed him. He immediately discovered Gramlithyn wasn’t serious about television either. Gramlithyn’s tongue tangled with his, and Pyxlevir moaned as he plastered himself to his mate. Warms hands coasted up Pyxlevir’s back, and he loved the heat of Gramlithyn’s palms through the thin cotton of his tunic.
But Pyxlevir wanted more. So did his dick, which was rapidly hardening in his trousers. He put a little space between them and found the buttons on Gramlithyn’s shirt.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Gramlithyn asked, his gaze locked on Pyxlevir’s face.
Pyxlevir grinned, yanked off his tunic, and threw it. “Yes, and I’ve waited too long, so get these clothes off.”
“You’re an elf; this is the part of the porn where you modestly suggest we get under the covers.”
Cackling, Pyxlevir wiggled out of his pants and was empowered by Gramlithyn’s sharp inhale of shock at his brazenness. Tradition didn’t matter to Pyxlevir in the confines of a bedroom with Gramlithyn. He’d imagined being with Gramlithyn countless times throughout the years, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get to enjoy his lovely green skin in the full brightness of the room.
“Shit, Pyx,” Gramlithyn sputtered as Pyxlevir rose to his knees. His cock bobbed eagerly as he shuffled closer to Gramlithyn and yanked his shirt from his jeans. “Give me a sec. Wow, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Great. Fantastic. Now, let me see you.”
Gramlithyn gently tugged his shirt out of Pyxlevir’s grasp and wiggled out of it. If Pyxlevir’s blood weren’t already thundering through him and making his entire body throb, he might have laughed at the way Gramlithyn’s gaze remained transfixed on the elf’s dick as he scrambled to his feet.
To Pyxlevir’s delight, Gramlithyn unzipped his jeans and, with a few frenzied movements, yanked them and his underwear to the floor. Pyxlevir licked his lips at the reveal of Gramlithyn’s hard dick. The skin was darkened to a deep reddish-brown, and Pyxlevir loved knowing he was the one who’d pushed Gramlithyn to a cursing mess as the hybrid tried to get his clothing off.
Scooting on his ass toward the headboard, Pyxlevir moaned his mate’s name as the hybrid climbed over him on the bed. His heart was begging him to savor the experience, but too much time had passed since Fate had matched them. All Pyxlevir could focus on was the overwhelming need to taste, touch, and come in Gramlithyn’s arms.
Their skin met, and Pyxlevir’s hiss of pleasure was lost in their kiss. His arms locked around Gramlithyn, and his fingers pressed into the muscles of his back. Already panting, Pyxlevir squeezed his eyes shut as Gramlithyn’s lips left his to lead a fiery trail down his neck. Gramlithyn tweaked a nipple, and Pyxlevir nearly lost the battle to hold himself together.
A hot tongue soon swept from his chest to his belly while Pyxlevir tried counting in Elvish. He made it to three when Gramlithyn licked the length of his dick. There was just enough thought left in his brain to allow Pyxlevir to slide his legs apart to make room for his mate between them.
Gramlithyn rewarded him by sucking Pyxlevir’s cock into his mouth. Grabbing handfuls of Gramlithyn’s hair, Pyxlevir tried to thrust upward, but Gramlithyn locked his hips in place with barely enough force to keep him still. Pyxlevir had no choice but to lie there as Gramlithyn drove him out of his mind with exactly the right amount of suction and dastardly movements of his agile tongue.
Pyxlevir wanted it to last forever. But that was never an option. His seed burst from him so fast he had no chance to warnGramlithyn or brace himself for the onslaught of pleasure. No solo orgasm could ever compare. Pyxlevir fought to get air into his lungs as the muscles he’d locked subconsciously loosened.
Desperate to ensure Gramlithyn was also pleased, Pyxlevir urged him upward. He loved the taste of himself as they kissed. Gramlithyn’s breath caught as Pyxlevir grinned and trapped the hybrid’s beautiful dick in his fist. Using a firm grip, Pyxlevir jerked him in quick strokes, which he hoped would overwhelm Gramlithyn.
The hybrid buried his nose in the pillow behind Pyxlevir’s head and groaned heavily as his seed spurted into and over the elf’s hand. Pyxlevir milked Gramlithyn through his orgasm and vowed to them both that there would be countless such interludes in their future.
“Fucking hell, Pyx,” Gramlithyn panted. His wiggles made it clear that he was growing too sensitive to enjoy it, so Pyxlevir reluctantly released his hold on Gramlithyn’s softening length.
“Fucking incredible if you ask me.”
Gramlithyn rolled and landed with a breathless chuckle next to Pyxlevir. “That too. Cuddle with me.”
“Let me go clean my hand first.”
To Pyxlevir’s surprise, Gramlithyn grabbed his wrist and licked his own come from the elf’s fingers. It was so erotic that Pyxlevir’s dick twitched. Thankfully, it was too soon for him to get hard again or he would’ve jumped Gramlithyn without a second thought.
“Did I get it all?” Gramlithyn asked, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief as their gazes locked.
“Talk about porn moves.”
“Come here before your elven modesty kicks in.”
Without a single care that he was still nude, Pyxlevir draped himself across Gramlithyn and brushed their lips together. “Like I haven’t slept naked.”
