Page 94 of In Your Light

“You want to bend me over and fuck me. Isn’t that what you said before?”

Fyn nodded.

“Come show me, Fyn.”

Fyn walked to the mattress, his hooves loud on the wooden floor. Hadeom hummed as he watched, and his dark eyes seemed to have fire in them that set Fyn’s blood alight.

He needed this. He needed to have Hadeom in ways he couldn’t explain.

He needed to take him, claim him, and make him his. The urge to move, the urge to let his faun be truly wild was too much, too real. His control was slipping, and he wanted so desperately to let go.

He dropped to his knees on the mattress behind Hadeom, and Hadeom moaned. “Show me what your body needs, Fyn,” he murmured. “I want to feel it.”

Fyn dropped the oil beside them so he could grip Hadeom’s hips. Looking down at Hadeom’s arse, he whispered into the back of Hadeom’s nape, “Tell me if I do something wrong.”

“You can’t hurt me,” Hadeom murmured. “Just let your body take over. Do what feels right.”

Fyn groaned, then, still holding Hadeom’s hip with one hand, he ran his other hand up to his shoulder and pushed it toward the mattress. Hadeom moaned and the sound went straight to Fyn’s cock.

Hadeom spread his knees wider. “Fuck yes.”

Fyn took the oil and poured some over Hadeom’s hole. He knew the mechanics of sex, and he’d fantasised about doing this a thousand times, but while Hadeom had said Fyn couldn’t hurt him, he wasn’t taking the chance.

He gripped his cock and used the head of it to smear the oil, and Hadeom arched his back and moaned. “Okay, Fyn, I need you to stop playing with me and do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you⁠—”

He looked back over his shoulder, eyes narrowed, and his shadows began to swirl and darken. They’d been quiet until now. “Fyn, I need you to fuck me. I need this. I need you.”

So Fyn shoved Hadeom’s shoulder back to the mattress and leaned over him, his cock snug in the cleft of Hadeom’s arse crack. Hadeom grunted and tried to push his arse back, rocking his hips. His shadows flickered, annoyed, and Hadeom whined out a frustrated sound.

This defiance spurred something deep in Fyn. His need to claim and control Hadeom, to use his frustrations and give him exactly what he craved, was a deep part of Fyn’s animal instinct. He was a faun buck, and he was going to take Hadeom as his chosen mate.

And that animal instinct was so unbidden, so uncontrollable, it should have scared Fyn.

But he was too far gone, and it felt so, so right.

He pushed his cock into Hadeom’s tight heat. He pushed all the way in, hard, and the sounds Hadeom made were sublime. Low and obscene. Loud and hot.

None of Fyn’s fantasies had prepared him for this.

For how tight, hot, slick, and so, so good Hadeom felt. Every point of his life had led to this. A pleasure so intense, so perfect, Fyn never wanted it to end.

And his body did know what to do. It knew to move, to pull out and slide back in. It knew to grip Hadeom’s hips and rub his back, and to whisper sweet and filthy things in his ear. Just like Fyn himself knew to hold still when he was balls-deep and then roll his hips while pulling Hadeom down harder.

And then Hadeom knelt back, reaching up to hold Fyn’s horns while Fyn fucked him. He cried out with each thrust. “Fuck yes, Fyn. Right there.”

Fyn drove his cock up into Hadeom’s tight body, the pleasure building so fast, so intense. He could hardly believe he was doing this with someone he loved. A different species, no less, from a different time.

This perfect, perfect man was his.

He reached around to grasp Hadeom’s cock, which was now leaking at the tip. Feeling how turned on he was, how hard he was for Fyn, made Fyn lose his composure, his rhythm. He thrust faster, deeper, and every one of Hadeom’s cries was Fyn’s reward until he couldn’t hold back the tide a second longer.

Fyn’s balls pulled up, and the tightly wound coil of pleasure at the base of his spine broke free. With a final thrust, he came inside Hadeom. His cock pulsed and pulsed, the pleasure unlike anything Fyn had ever imagined.

Hadeom’s back arched, and he cried out as his own orgasm took hold, his body rigid and glorious.

They collapsed on the mattress, and their loud panting breaths soon became chuckles of laughter.