Page 92 of In Your Light

Fyn laughed. “That’s so gross.”

Hadeom chuckled, warm and soft. “They were interesting times.”

They were quiet for a moment, and Fyn studied Hadeom’s sharp features, dark eyes, and jet-black hair. It was easy now to see the raven in him. Now that he knew his true form, he could see it. He was so beautiful, so haunted, it made Fyn’s chest ache.

“Can I kiss you?” Fyn whispered.

Hadeom made a soft noise and nodded. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Fyn slid his hand along Hadeom’s jaw, lifting it slightly so he could ghost his lips over Hadeom’s. Barely a touch, the softest caress, and Hadeom’s breath stuttered. Fyn smiled and did it again, a little harder this time, and Hadeom opened his lips, his eyelids fluttering closed. Fyn kissed him again, tilting his head and pulling Hadeom’s bottom lip between his own.

Hadeom gasped, and the sound lit a fire in Fyn’s blood. He captured Hadeom’s mouth completely, opening his lips and meeting his tongue. His body moved then, of its own accord, pushing Hadeom back on the mattress and crawling over him. Fyn was desperate to feel all of him. He understood now why his elders had talked about physical intimacy with such reverence.

It was bliss.

He wanted more. He wanted it all.

He let his instincts take over. His body knew what to do, knew what he wanted. What he needed.

He thrust his tongue into Hadeom’s mouth, gripped his thigh, and hitched his leg up so when Fyn pressed his weight onto him, they fit together perfectly.

Hadeom’s breath hitched, and he broke their kiss so he could laugh.

Fyn pulled back so he could see Hadeom’s eyes. They were impossibly dark, heavy lidded, and happy. “What’s funny?”

“You said this was your first time,” he said, licking the corner of his mouth. “Yet you manhandle me without effort, and you kiss like...”

“Like what?”

“Like you lived through the Greek and Roman times,” he said, grinning.

Fyn chuckled and pulled up Hadeom’s other thigh, rolling his hips hard. “I told you my body would know what to do. I have never needed anything more in my life than I need you right now.”

Hadeom groaned, his cheeks flushed. Then he ran his hands down Fyn’s back to his arse and rocked his hips up to meet him, pressing their erections together. Hadeom’s back arched, and the sound he made...

Fyn wanted to drink it. He crashed his mouth to Hadeom’s and was rewarded with another groan, his body writhing with need. He clung to Fyn, rolling his hips over and over, faster and faster. Fyn didn’t know what they were chasing, only that they had to get there.

He’d never needed anything more.

His body knew, though, and while he’d pleasured himself before, this was different.

It didn’t compare.

It was so much better. So, so much better.

He was familiar with the pull in his balls, the urge to press forward, to press in.

“Oh fuck, Fyn,” Hadeom gasped. “I’m close. I’m gonna...”

Fyn wanted to pull back and take Hadeom’s cock in his hand. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to see it. But Hadeom hooked his arms around Fyn’s shoulders, holding him tight, arched his back, and moaned long and loud as he came.

Fyn had never seen anything so erotic. He’d imagined it. He’d fantasised about moments such as these, but nothing could have prepared him for this. The sight, the smell, was so sensual, so hot. The fact that Fyn had made Hadeom unravel was so intoxicating, and he was so turned on, his own orgasm caught him by surprise.

He thrust one last time, his untouched cock harder than it had ever been, and his entire body was alight with desire. White-hot pleasure ripped through him, detonating low in his belly, and he roared as he came.

“Holy shit,” Hadeom gasped.

When Fyn lifted his heavy head, he found Hadeom’s wide-eyed gaze. Fyn then realised why. His horns were showing. “Oh, sorry.” He tried to shake them away, but his mind was too hazy.