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Morgan moved his lips from Mychael's to trail slowly over his neck. When he slid his tongue along the curve of Mychael's throat, Mychael shuddered beneath him. He traced a slow, langorous line down the sorcerer's bare chest to his navel. Mychael raised his hips in desperation and Morgan chuckled softly on the tender spot of flesh where his shoulder met his neck. "Morgan, please..." Mychael pleaded breathlessly. "I want you. I need to feel you inside me." He laced his fingers through Morgan's and wrapped both of their hands around his cock. Morgan squeezed the hardened flesh tightly and Mychael's back arched as he hissed. Mychael began thrusting his hips, sliding his cock in and out of their hands. He tunneled his hands through Morgan's hair and pressed him harder against his neck. "Drink," he whispered. When Morgan flicked his tongue over the nape of Mychael's neck, Mychael arched his back again, tilting his head back and baring his throat. Morgan closed his lips over the smooth flesh and his fangs pierced the skin. "Crist," Mychael whispered. Morgan drank deeply and Mychael pulled their hands from his cock. He moved them down between his legs and drew his legs up. Morgan increased the pressure of his bite and slid his fingertips over Mychael's entrance. Mychael rocked his hips up, trying to impale himself on Morgan's finger. When Morgan released his neck, he looked down to watch Mychael's face as he slid a finger inside him. Mychael caught his lower lip between his teeth, his fangs piercing it as he bit down. Morgan licked the trail of blood away as it began to roll down Mychael's chin. "More," Mychael whispered. Morgan removed his finger and reached across Mychael to grab the jar of oil from the bedside table. He watched Mychael stroke himself slowly as he slicked his fingers up. He settled back down between Mychael's legs and pushed his legs up and apart. Mychael released his cock and grabbed his legs behind his knees, spreading himself open. Morgan leaned down and licked a slow line from the base of Mychael's cock to his ass. Mychael thrust his ass forward and Morgan's tongue slid inside him. "Oh fuck... Morgan, don't stop..." With a hand on either buttock, Morgan buried his face in Mychael's ass, breathing in the heady scent of Mychael's body, that musky scent of a man aroused. He teased the rim of Mychael's hole with the tip of his tongue before pushing it inside him as deep as he could go. Mychael's moans and whimpers filled the room and Morgan pulled away suddenly, fighting to stave off the orgasm Mychael's cries were dangerously close to causing. He wrapped his other hand around Mychael's cock and slid his lips over the head as he pushed two fingers inside Mychael. Mychael sucked in a deep breath and rocked his hips, driving Morgan's fingers deeper. Morgan added a third finger and began circling all three over Mychael's prostate. Mychael's hands twisted themselves in Morgan's hair and pulled his head down. As he swallowed Mychael's cock, Morgan pulled his finger out enough to add a fourth. He pushed them inside and Mychael gripped his wrist. "More, Morgan," he pleaded breathlessly. Morgan looked up at him, letting his cock slide slowly out of his mouth. "You sure? It's going to hurt." Mychael shook his head. "I don't care," he said. "I want your hand inside me." He pushed down on Morgan's fingers to emphasize his point. Morgan grinned and shifted, allowing him a better position by kneeling between Mychael's legs. "Deep breath," he whispered. When Mychael took a deep breath, Morgan tucked his thumb in and pushed. As soon as his knuckles passed through the outer ring, Mychael's body sucked his hand inside. Mychael's eyes widened and he sucked in another deep breath. "Oh fuck! Morgan...!" Morgan watched, utterly breathless, as Mychael writhed on the bed, driving his hand deeper inside his body. Mychael's ass was tight and hot, like a heated glove that threatened to suck Morgan deeper inside it. Mychael gripped his wrist tightly and began thrusting his hips. Taking the cue for what it was, Morgan started fucking Mychael's ass with his hand, pulling it out just the slightest bit before pushing it back in. Mychael's body shuddered as he rode Morgan's fist and when his ass tightened, Morgan leaned down and swallowed his cock to the root. Mychael's breath left him and he bucked wildly on the bed as Morgan sped up the thrusts of his hand. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Mychael twisted his hands in Morgan's hair until it became painful. He shoved his cock down Morgan's throat and let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a growl as he came. A torrent of hot semen shot down Morgan's throat and he groaned as Mychael's ass sucked his fist even further inside. Before he could stop it, he moaned around Mychael's cock as his own pulsed, coating the bed and Mychael's thighs with his come. When they both were spent, he pulled his hand slowly out of Mychael's ass. Before he had a chance to wipe the oil off, Mychael growled and pulled him up into a brutal kiss. He flipped Morgan over and thrust his hips against him. "I always give back what I receive," Mychael whispered on Morgan's lips as his fingers made their way slowly between the cheeks of Morgan's ass. "You're mine." (c) 2006 Kay Derwydd |
| This "orphan" scene includes characters from The Legacy, a novel by Kay Derwydd. ALL work and characters are the SOLE PROPERTY of Kay Derwydd. |