Page 70 of Noble Charms

Aria’s brilliant white hair stuck to the sides of his face, damp with sweat, and he continued to breathe heavily, and silently. His cock was half-mast between his love-bitten thighs.

Noble said, “If I make you spend while I’m fucking you, I'd like to see your face. Will you show me?”

Aria shook his head and explained, “Noble, I can't come again.” Like Aria believed Noble did not yet understand the limitations of sex with a man.

Noble knew. And yet. He closed his damp fingers around Aria's spent cock. “Can I try?”

A tear slipped from the corner of Aria's eye. He breathed through it before he released a sigh, and a plea. “Please.”

And after several weeks of sex where he'd had to try hard to come, he truly hadn't expected this. As the thick shape of his cock pressed into Aria's entrance, the vice-like grip nearly made him spend. Noble released a groan, barely maintaining his hold on reality.

A hold that was lost as his soul said, finally. Finally. Finally!

Noble gritted his teeth as he slid home. “Finally,” he whispered, and the word sounded like an echo off a cavern, like it came from a place beyond time. I missed you, he very nearly said. But that was nonsense.

Noble pulled back an inch, and pressed in again, harder this time. He said the first thing that came to him—breathless and awed. Another thing he hadn't expected when fucking a man: “Aria, you're so wet.” The vial of oil worked, and the lube slid out from around his cock, dampening the bed below Aria.

How could he have ever thought he wouldn’t enjoy fucking a man?

But Noble had to take the fucking slowly, because his own orgasm threatened to approach, especially as Aria's mouth opened in a surprised, “Oh.”

“What is it?” Noble asked, holding one thigh in each hand, carefully rocking his cock in, and out, and in.

Aria's eyelids fluttered as he struggled to speak, voice a hoarse whisper. “I may—” His mouth dropped open again, and his eyes welled with tears. “It feels good, Noble. I may come again.”

“Yeah?”

Aria managed to nod. “When you—” Again, his lips formed an 'o.' “Th-there.” As Noble slid in, Aria shuddered. Noble did it again. And again. And faster. Then, harder. Aria grasped the pillow behind his head with one hand, and used the other to touch himself. His eyes rolled back, and Noble knew, if he'd had his voice, that he would have screamed as he came.

Noble held himself together for long enough to pump at the same hard, fast pace, fucking Aria through it, until a second hot splatter of his cum landed upon his belly. Aria's eyes closed as he fell limp beneath Noble's hands. Noble said, “Hey,” and slowed his movements.

Aria bit his lip as he managed to meet his gaze, but his eyes seemed to barely register Noble's face.

“Will you look at me as I spend in you?” Noble asked. Please. If this was the only shot he got—if this was the moment he'd have to revisit again for the rest of his life—he needed it to be right. “I want to see your eyes, sweetheart.”

Aria reached up to cup Noble's face, eyes aglow, and he whispered, “Come in me, then.”

He did, and neither one looked away, even as Aria’s gasped a quiet sound at Noble’s spend. As the sky outside turned pink from the rising sun, Noble saw only Aria's midday-blue stare, and the stars, and, somehow, the source of magic itself.

It was gold. Warm. A shining light that surrounded them both. Was this the veil that elves could see?

Noble closed his eyes and basked, for just a moment, in the moment. Perfect. It was perfect. His soul wept tears of relief. Him.

After some time wrapped together, Noble pulled out, he tucked Aria against him, and kissed his pointed ear. His hands wandered, and he couldn't stop. He needed to feel all of Aria that he could. Aria dozed beneath the idle worship, eyes fallen shut, and Noble settled him upon his chest to sleep.

“You're so warm,” Aria whispered against Noble's skin. “I fear anyone I touch after you will be terribly cold.”

“Don't touch anyone else again,” Noble replied. “Be with me.” And then he said, unable to help himself, “Aria, I love you.”

All was silent except for the beating of Noble's tender heart pounding within himself. When Aria said nothing else, Noble looked at him upon his chest. To his relief, Aria was fast asleep.

He had beaten the sun, but not Aria's exhaustion. Then, tomorrow was the day. Noble was going to confess. Properly. He’d take Aria as a husband. As an adame. As anything.

He just wanted to be together. And his soul agreed: together.

ARIA

“I need not to have seen this with my own eyes,” said Morgan from the doorway, covering his face with one hand, “But thanks be to the Sun God that it happened, finally.”