Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
He wanted to return the favor but moving sounded like sacrilege.
“How…are you doing that?” Ravi slurred, loving every pass of the man’s hands on him.
“The benefits of making love with a healer.” Sora gathered up his dick with one hand and stroked it steadily, bringing it to full hardness with a warm, sure grip. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this blissfully still before. I must remember this trick.”
“Yes, do this more often,” Ravi encouraged, utterly relaxed. Too relaxed to…no, actually, he was also too hard to even think about not finishing.
“I think you’re relaxed enough now to accept some stretching.”
Some what? Words had lost their meaning in his too-relaxed brain.
Sora had found the lube—really, the man was amazingly talented—and he turned Ravi onto his side before slipping one lubed finger between his cheeks. Ravi was surprised at how readily his body accepted that finger. Wow, he really was relaxed.
A second finger joined the first, and that one had a bit of bite to it. Sora lay down behind him, catching Ravi’s head so it rested between his shoulder and arm, cradling him gently as he stretched the channel, loosening and warming it. Ravi had never felt so wanted or loved as he did in this man’s arms, and he relaxed into him, holding Sora’s arm to his chest.
Then Sora’s fingers turned and twisted, and the tips slid all along the front of the passage, sparking pure pleasure. Ravi’s nerves sang with it, and his head arched back on a gasp, eyes flying wide as the aftershocks pinged along his skin. “Nnnh.”
“Prostate,” Sora murmured, sounding very smug. “You are so delightfully sensitive.”
Ravi would have responded, but Sora did it again, and words. Really, who needed words? His dragon was outright purring from the attention and poking at Ravi, demanding he say something to get more of it. He would have, but words. He whined for more; this feeling wasn’t like anything else he’d ever known. Sora caught his ear between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. The small bite of pain was a perfect counter to the pleasure singing through his nerves. Ravi about lost his mind under the onslaught.
He found himself begging without meaning to. “Bitte. Bitte, Sora, bitte.”
“Just lost your English, eh?” Sora chuckled, the sound reverberating against Ravi’s back. “I think you’re about ready for me, anyway.”
Oh, god, yes, was he ever!
Ravi expected Sora to turn him onto his front, take him from behind. He didn’t. The jar made a clinking noise—more lube?—and then something blunt and hot steadily breached him. Ravi latched onto his thigh, pulling Sora impatiently closer. Why was he going so slowly when Ravi needed him now? Right now.
Sora put a staying hand onto his stomach, words a warm caress against his skin. “Slowly, sweetheart.”
“Nein,” Ravi bit out, squirming. “I need you now.”
Sora hissed, on the border between pleasure and pain. “Kami-sama, you’re tight. It’s like your entire body is trying to suck me in.”
“Because it is, and will you move, dammit?”
“You’re acting like I’m not, and I’m—” Sora’s breath shuddered as he bottomed out.
Ravi felt that shudder, shared it. He’d never been filled like this before. Two seconds was all he needed to decide that he loved it. Definitely a great idea on his part, having Sora top him. Absolutely needed to be repeated. Often. Daily, if at all possible.
“Sorry,” Sora gasped even as his hips drew out an inch. “I have to move. You’re too sublime, I can’t—I can’t—”
“Yes, move,” Ravi encouraged, taking the thrust with delight, eyes falling to half-mast. “Move, you beautiful man. Fuck me like you mean it.”
“God, don’t encourage me. I have no control as it is.”
Sora’s tempo sped up a half beat, his thrusts coming in sharper and deeper. He did sound as if he were already at his limit and fighting it.
Ravi approved of this. That hot cock felt amazing in him, and Sora was grazing his prostate with just enough force that he felt the spark of pleasure without being overwhelmed by it. His own cock was upright against his belly, leaking pre-come and dying for attention. He almost dropped a hand to it, but it wasn’t what he really wanted. He wanted Sora’s hand there.
As if he’d heard Ravi’s wish, Sora’s hand collected his cock and gave it a good, firm stroke. Ravi gasped out his approval, loving the attention and already feeling that heaviness collecting in his groin that indicated his climax was coming, and soon. He wasn’t a fan of that, on the one hand, but he was desperate to come. Needed to.
Sora’s teeth sank into his shoulder, and the man thrust in hard, coming with a muffled shout. It proved to be Ravi’s undoing, as that hard thrust in nailed his prostate straight on, and it sent him into overload. He came hard, his body vibrating under the wave of it, vision going dark for a moment.