Chapter 4

Sorrel clenched his eyes shut as he clutched Cypress' midsection from behind.

Okay, so maybe flying is a lot scarier than I thought! Perhaps it was because it wasn't slow or gentle, but the swift speed of a house sparrow. He'd seen plenty of them flying before, but he'd never imagined fairies might occasionally ride them like a flying horse.

"Hey, it's okay," Cypress comforted, while bringing his hand back to pat his thigh. "I told you I'd keep you safe. As long as you hold me tight, I won't let you fall."

"I am holding you tightly."

"Yeah, but you're practically crushing me."

Tension shot through Sorrel. His fingers dug into the coat covering Cypress' chest while he attempted to loosen his arms.

Cypress' clothing was strange. Soft like cotton but glossy like rough satin. His pants were black, but his coat was a dark purple with silver floral lace embroidered into it.

It was much nicer than the white button-up tunic and the plastic, silky sky-blue trousers Sorrel wore. His vest was black, and he'd never realised his clothing was so odd until he met Cypress. He believed it was from Greta's pirate doll collection, and he was a little embarrassed by it.

He must look like an idiot.

"That's better." He felt Cypress move as though he'd looked over his shoulder at Sorrel. "You can open your eyes too. The view is nice – I want you to see it."

Sorrel peeked them open to see how high they were. They hadn't been in the air long, but they were already crossing the meadow and approaching the bordering fence of the farm.

"Oh, wow," Sorrel gasped, his fear giving way to awe.

The stream was below them, reflecting the white light of the moon. They were going over the hill, and he looked behind them to see the house disappearing. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone.

Cypress followed the stream until they were leaving the farm's property. They went through the forest, large trees rushing by as they sped along.

The air was cold, but Sorrel didn't mind it. Not when he was able to nestle in tighter to Cypress and steal his heat. He smells so nice. Like basil and lemongrass – his favourite parts of the herb garden.

Blushing at himself for pressing his nose against Cypress' back to take in a deeper draw, Sorrel looked over the man's shoulder when he saw lights.

In the distance, a town came into view. He'd seen a human town a few times by hiding in Greta's pocket when she went to the markets, but this was the strangest thing he'd ever seen.

"It's all made of human toys," Sorrel commented.

Perhaps to a human it may have appeared like a dump of garbage, but Sorrel could tell it was organised.

On the pond's edge, hidden in the forest, were a few boats – some wooden, others plastic. There were little painted huts and houses, nothing as fancy as his own doll's house or as big, but they were obviously big enough to hold many. Cloths were strung up by sticks or attached from low tree branch to low tree branch. A bright-yellow rubber duckie sat at the water's edge. There were boxes, food tins, and lunch bags that acted as more buildings.

Reeds and grass had grown between the buildings. There was also a large plastic cruise boat off to the side of the town, a small distance away from the rest of it.

Inside the hollow of a tree's base, where the rest of the town moved to surround it on one side, he could see lights. The closer they got, the more he could hear music and chatter. Battery operated fairy lights were strung around, bringing on a mystical and welcoming vibe.

"This is amazing," Sorrel said with a smile when they landed, allowing Cypress to help him off the sparrow.

Cypress cupped him under the crook of his armpits while Sorrel's hands pressed against his companion's shoulders. Sorrel was too busy looking around to get off by himself.

They were on the outskirts, and the moment Sorrel's feet touched the ground, the bird turned into a torrent of flapping feathers before it flew off. It landed in the tallest branches of the town's tree. Sorrel imagined Cypress could call it with a whistle again when he wanted it.

"I wanted to show you this place before winter destroys it," Cypress told him. "It takes them all spring to fix it back to how it is now. They're holding a celebration, as it's the last night of autumn."

Then Cypress grabbed Sorrel's hand and dragged him between an archway of shrub branches. A sign attached by grass rope was painted with the words ‘Pond Town.'

Sorrel laughed as Cypress showed him around, excitement thrumming in each of his steps. There were more people the same size as him and he couldn't believe it! They were talking, laughing, being joyous together.

They were different, though – odd.

"What are they?" Sorrel asked, eyeing a woman who had the shape of a human, and yet she was covered in fur like a rabbit.

Long, floppy ears swayed, her face humanoid besides her upward pointed bunny nose and two long front teeth. Her bosom was large and fluffy white, and he wasn't sure if that was her breasts or just fur. Sorrel thought she looked rather cute, especially with her brown dress that matched her fur.

"They are sprites," Cypress answered, pulling Sorrel to a food stall that was just a small kitchen bar outside. "They're fairies who can talk to animals, whereas we can't. They help to prepare the animals for the seasons."

While Sorrel was busy being thunderstruck by everything he saw, Cypress bought something from the chef. Eventually, a stick with pieces of cut-up fruit stuck on it was presented to him.

"Sprites," Sorrel repeated, his eyes wide as he processed the revelation.

He gawked at a lizard man who passed. He looked almost human, besides being covered in scales, and had strange individually moving eyes. He walked on his back legs, while his elongated arms swayed at his sides.

The town was magical and the sparkling fairy lights gave the impression the stars were closer than they appeared. They constantly flashed at the edge of his vision as he took in this strange new place and its people.

"I never imagined something like this could exist."

"You didn't really think you were the only one in the world our size, did you?" Sorrel's face flushed as Cypress turned his observing eyes to him. "If you exist, of course others like you have to exist."

"Of course!" Sorrel quickly agreed, not wanting Cypress to think he was silly or na?ve. "I just meant the town."

Sorrel once more brought his eyes to it as they walked side by side. Above them, ribbons were strung between the repurposed toys and food-tin buildings, forming narrow paths.

"Since there were stories of them, I thought fairies like you had to exist in the world. I wondered if humans had seen your kind and written tales of little kingdoms." Sorrel took the last bite of the syrup-covered fruit stick he'd been eating, trying to hide his face so Cypress couldn't see his expression. "I just didn't think I'd ever get the chance to meet them, or that there would be a town like this where we could go."

"I'm glad you like this place." Cypress shone a warm smile at Sorrel, his pretty eyes bowing. "It gets bigger every year. We all work together to bring more here when we find useful things left behind by the humans."

Cypress continued to stare at him, his expression shifting into something tender Sorrel didn't understand.

"It's wonderful," Sorrel complimented, then looked away when it felt like butterflies were taking flight in his gut.

He gasped when he saw another fairy, a flower one like Cypress. Her dress was long, and her wings were far more feminine than Cypress', but her beauty was instantly captivating.

Sorrel went to pat his arm so he could point at her. In his excitement, he wanted to show Cypress, as if he'd never seen his own kind.

All Sorrel felt was air.

His heart stuttered when he thought he was alone.

He turned to look around, and Cypress was returning from a different stall they'd been walking past.

"Here, try this." Cypress offered a wooden mug carved from a nut's shell. Inside, a drop of honey-coloured liquid reflected the lights. "It's nectar mead."

Cypress was attempting to show Sorrel every new experience he could. Food, drinks, the town itself, and the people within it. Sorrel adored him for it.

Sorrel instantly brought it to his lips for a sip and then grinned as he drank the rest.

"It's delicious," he said as he turned that grin to Cypress when he was done, messily licking at his lips to make sure he got every drop.

His wings fluttered in response and a smile brightened his features, making his maple eyes sparkle. Sorrel paused when he thought Cypress' gaze darkened as Sorrel licked his mouth, rather than subtly wiping it.

Shit. Was that improper?

His ears heated in embarrassment, but Cypress turned his sight away to look around.

Like Cypress couldn't contain his excitement on Sorrel's behalf, he rushed them inside an upside-down lunchbox. He stopped at the doorway and turned to find Sorrel had lagged behind.Cypress waved his hand after his half-sprint, telling him to hurry.

"This is my favourite place in town."

Inside was like a bar, with little round tables made from round pizza box holders. Different sprites stood around them, chittering and chattering. The world's smallest violin sang a jolly tune from where it was being played in the corner, while the beetle-like sprite tapped his foot.

Cypress brought him to a big device in the opposing corner, after leading him across the dance floor. Sorrel had seen electrical devices before, although Greta wasn't very good with complicated ones.

It had a screen like the TV in her loungeroom, but it was much smaller. There were buttons below it the size of Sorrel's hands, and a random mushroom-shaped stick.

"What is it?" he asked when black-and-white images flashed on the screen.

Loud repetitive music came from it, and his mouth flew open wide.

"The humans called it a gaming consol. It's from the 90s or something. The sprites collect batteries to power the city and they always make sure this has one."

Cypress showed Sorrel how to play it, his wings flapping so he could position himself above it with ease. He hovered in the air, his legs kicking up behind him.

Sorrel laughed when he took over, having to kneel on the clear-cased device to clumsily press the buttons. He bashed at them sporadically, whereas Cypress had played with experience.

"I can't believe you beat me!" Cypress gestured to the score at the top. "You didn't even know what this was a few minutes ago."

Sorrel had always been a fast learner.

"It's not my fault that I'm naturally good at everything I do. Perhaps you should just get better."

Sorrel folded his arms across his chest and gave him his side, but he couldn't stop his lips from curling. Especially when Cypress' bottom lip had fallen slightly, unable to believe that Sorrel had mocked his lack of skills with the so-called ‘gaming consol.'

"Thank you for bringing me here," Sorrel said, his features softening as he leaned his backside against the side of the electronic device. "I'm having such a good time. I've never experienced anything like this."

"We're not done yet. I saw you liked to dance!" A surprised gasp choked out when Cypress grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers before yanking Sorrel to his feet. "And now I have to prove myself."

"Wait, no, I can't dance in front of all these people!" No matter that they were mostly part animal.

He also couldn't believe Cypress had watched him do so for Greta. Yet, he wasn't given the chance to let embarrassment take hold.

Cypress chuckled as he dragged Sorrel from the lunchbox. With Sorrel's hand clasped tightly in his, Cypress ushered him into the hollow tree base at the centre of the town where the loudest music came from.

Sorrel's apprehension disappeared the moment Cypress took his other hand. The fairy walked backwards while pulling forward and then started dancing with Sorrel's stiff body.

His heart soared. I'm dancing with another person. He stole the lead, making the man's brow rise. Sorrel didn't care how Cypress felt about it, and he tilted his head back, laughter ringing from him.

This was the best night of his life.

Sorrel held his dance partner's side, feeling the firmness of his muscles, as well as the gentle warmth of the hand locked with his, and he spun them. The music was festive, filling him with an energy so strong it would surely burst from his skin.

Bodies had to make way for them as they began a cheerful, complicated dance, one that required a fair amount of pushing off from each other and space. Even though they'd never done this together before, they were nearly in perfect rhythm.

Together they stole the limelight.

"And here I was thinking you wouldn't know how to properly dance once you had a partner," Cypress mocked, shaking his head as he brought Sorrel in to try and take back the lead.

Sprites were watching, clapping their hands with their increasing rhythm. Sorrel tried to ignore them, immersing himself solely in Cypress.

His gaze swept over the spellbinding man in front of him. The rich reddish colour of his eyes, the dark colour of his orange and brown hair, the tan of his skin and the freckles that dotted it.

Cypress reminded him of autumn. Warm, but vibrant, with a personality that was cool.

"I've read instruction books." Then his gaze found the enchanting man's wings and millions of questions rang through his mind. "I've heard in stories that there are fairy courts. Is this true?"

"I'll answer any questions you want to know. Yes, there are."

"Is there a king and queen?"

Cypress spun him out with one of their hands interlocked, their feet skipping to the beat. "Yes."

"A prince and princess?" Sorrel asked, delighted to learn of this.

Sorrel came back in swifter than Cypress expected. It gave him the opportunity to catch his partner off-guard and spin them both with Sorrel now in the lead position.

"Just a prince."

Sorrel raised his arm and forced Cypress to twirl under it, making his eyes narrow. Sorrel flashed a cheeky expression in return as he asked, "Is he handsome?"

The side of Cypress' mouth quirked. "As handsome as they come."

Sorrel playfully tsked. "It's too bad you're not the prince."

Cypress managed to wrangle Sorrel and dipped him back over his arm. The long tips of his onyx hair touched the ground as he tried to hold on so he didn't fall.

Cypress held his gaze firmly as he replied, "Who said I'm not?"

"Pfft!" Sorrel laughed when Cypress brought him safely back up. "I can already tell you're too impractical and irresponsible to be royalty."

They both bounced back into the rhythm.

Cypress rolled his eyes, yet his grin was evident. "Says the farm boy."

Sorrel lifted his chin defiantly. "You may dance well, but I highly doubt a fairy prince would steal some random, wingless man away to a sprite town."

"I think I've been rather gentlemanly with you."

He yanked Sorrel in, making him grunt heavily when they collided. Cypress stopped them from dancing. He held Sorrel tightly, torso to torso, and Sorrel was surprised by the sudden seriousness in his expression.

Cypress licked at the seam of his lips just enough to reveal the tip of his tongue, his eyes roaming over Sorrel's face in the closeness.

"Maybe you're right." He could feel Cypress' heart pounding heavily against his chest. Fast and booming, it resonated through Sorrel, mirroring the excitement in his own. "Maybe I'm the villain instead."

Sorrel cocked a black brow. "Well, you did steal me from my home."

Sorrel expected a laugh. Instead, Cypress' gaze darkened. "You came with me willingly tonight, but I could kidnap you for real. I very much want to."

His brows slowly knotted together. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you have no idea the things I want to do to you."

Then Cypress' nose crinkled as he groaned, crashing his mouth over Sorrel's. He gasped in return, eyes widening as his fingertips dug into the soft material of Cypress' tunic.

All it took was one draw of Cypress' firm lips, and Sorrel instantly melted. The shock dissipated. The world around them faded away – the music, the sprite people, the walls of the inside of the tree.

His entire body tingled as he brought his arms up to circle Cypress' head, and he delved his fingers into the faerie's short hazelnut hair. Sorrel returned the kiss, his heart swirling wildly like it might start seeping out of his skin.

His lowering lids made his vision hazy. All Sorrel saw was Cypress and the glittering star-like lights behind him, making him appear as though he had a sparkling halo.

A round of cheers bombarded their senses.

Cypress backed his head away, his eyes widening as he lifted them to look at the sprites.

"Shit," he rasped, while Sorrel panted with wettened lips. "I didn't mean to do that in front of everyone."

Yanking Cypress' hair, Sorrel blurted out, "More," then made the man's firm lips once again greet his greedy ones.

Sorrel didn't care. He didn't give a damn. This was his first kiss, and it was beyond wondrous. Just another taste. He wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.

Sorrel instantly closed his eyes in bliss at the contact. Cypress' rough facial hair tickled his cheeks and lips, while the eager fairy's lips caved his own in. He tasted sweet, like syrup, and Sorrel needed more.

Cypress' hand came up to grip the back of his head as he returned the kiss with a rough, hard press, and his fingertips dug into Sorrel's tied-back hair to press into his scalp. Cypress drew them closer. Sorrel let out a deep, feverish groan at the heaven of it.

Cypress pushed them apart, and they separated. The sudden loss made Sorrel stumble before righting himself.But his eyelids flickered with uncertainty at Cypress' face filled with tension. The man's eyes were hard and piercing.

Did I do something wrong? Cypress looked angry, his broad chest heaving so forcefully it lifted his shoulders. Even his fists were clenched by his sides.

Sorrel's stomach knotted uncomfortably, yet he wiped his lips against the back of his wrist and narrowed his eyes.

"You started it," he bravely stated, daring Cypress to say otherwise. Sorrel rolled his shoulders back and stiffened his spine, clenching his own fists.

Even though worry and disappointment had settled in his gut, his blood felt hot in his veins. His body thrummed. His lips tingled, and he licked at them for more of Cypress' maple-tasting saliva.

There was also a strange sensation in his groin, a hardness he wasn't accustomed to in his cock. This was Sorrel's first experience of need, of yearning desire. It overwhelmed his senses as he stared, heavy lidded, at the man who caused it.

Refusing to retreat when Cypress stormed forward, Sorrel defiantly lifted his pointed chin.

He almost yelped when Cypress grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside. My body feels really hot. Even when the cold air rushed over him, his cheeks remained warm. He almost wanted to crawl out of his skin.

"Look, it's not my fault you regret doing that."

Cypress didn't say anything as he led them around the back of the tree where more hollowed-out toys acted as buildings. When the area grew shaded, and Cypress forced them over large roots, worry really started to settle.

"Y-you promised you would take me home."

So where was Cypress taking him now?

Before he knew it, Cypress shoved him back against a nook where a tree root met the back of a building. It was much quieter away from the pond, and Sorrel looked around to see if there were any sprites who could help him if he needed it.

There were none, and their spot was narrow and hidden.

Sorrel had already shown he wasn't afraid to fight. However, he didn't know the way home. He'd trusted Cypress and allowed the charismatic fairy to take him from his home.

"I'm sor–"

"Fuck, you're beyond pretty," Cypress rasped, his voice low and husky.

Cypress placed his hands on the sides of Sorrel's jaw and sharply yanked him closer. Their mouths connected once more, and Sorrel moaned the moment they did, his mind fizzling.

Cypress pressed his broad chest tightly against Sorrel's slimmer one, his hands slipping in different directions as Sorrel's arms looped around his neck. Cypress dug one into the tied strands of Sorrel's long hair, loosening it, as the other brushed down Sorrel's back before it shoved under his tunic.

His rough palm tenderly touched Sorrel's abdomen, then his side, before it dipped into the deep vee where his spine ran down his back. It stroked upwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Cypress chose that moment to slip his tongue inside Sorrel's mouth. He gasped at the new sensation, and how it deepened the intimacy of the kiss, never imagining it could be even more tender.

Cypress grabbed his arse hard with both hands, and a strange groan flittered past Sorrel's lips. There as a thick and long hardness pressing against his hip from Cypress, but Sorrel could only register how their bodies slipping over his erection made him shove the sensitive head of his cock into Cypress' hip. He wanted to rock against Cypress when his balls clenched lightly.

Nails digging into Cypress' shoulders, Sorrel moaned into his mouth as he tried to follow his tongue and tease it with his own. Cypress released a deep expire and kissed him harder, faster, almost as if desperate.

Sorrel didn't know when his eyes had closed, but he flung them open when the button of his trousers popped. He pulled away, choking on his breaths.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Cypress shot forward and pressed his lips against the side of his neck, making Sorrel's back arch when his beard scraped deliciously against the sensitive flesh. A shiver rolled through him.

"I can feel you're hard." Cypress nipped at the flesh over Sorrel's jugular before purposefully brushing his rough cheek over his Adam's apple. Then he nipped at the other side of his throat. "I didn't want to touch you somewhere others would see."

A flush of embarrassment heated Sorrel's cheeks more than his arousal. "You don't have to do this for me."

His thoughts derailed when Cypress licked his throat before he sucked on it, just as he shoved his hand into Sorrel's trousers and cupped his hardened cock. He sucked hard enough to bruise his skin, to mark it.

A shuddering groan broke past Sorrel's lips when Cypress' palm stroked over the head, his hips absentmindedly thrusting into the wonderful touch. Why does that feel so good?

Everything about this felt good. Cypress' broad, firm muscles pressed against his own, and he towered over Sorrel just slightly, taking control of his body – even with Sorrel being hesitant about what he wanted. Cypress' lips, his breath, his touch, felt wonderful against Sorrel's throat.

He smelled of basil and lemongrass, and the fresh herbal scent filled Sorrel's lungs with each inhale. Cypress' hazelnut hair was fluffy and shielded Sorrel's sight from the world beyond, telling him to dive his fingers through the soft, wavy strands.

Sorrel wanted this, wanted the way Cypress' arm was now across his shoulders and holding him tightly. How the man's hand had dipped further inside to cup all of him, his fingertips grazing his sac like a tease.

"Let me ease you," Cypress rasped against his neck.

Sorrel's hands clenched. I want him. But he didn't want to feel foolish once this was over and he was the only one who held need and yearning.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, trying to stifle the urge to groan as Cypress' hand wrapped around him. He stroked upwards, squeezing the sensitive head that had revealed itself once his erection was full.

Cypress pulled back his head with a frown marring his features. His eyes were soft as they flickered between his own, seeming to search for the depth of him, of why he was so nervous.

Sorrel flinched when Cypress chuckled at him.

He removed his hand from Sorrel's trousers to grab the back of his hand, kissing the inside of Sorrel's wrist. Then, Cypress pulled it down and pressed it against his own pelvis. Sorrel's head shot down when something hard, long, and thick greeted his palm.

He's hard too. He truly did feel Cypress hard against him earlier. Sorrel gave him a tentative squeeze. The man's freckled nose bunched in reaction, and his wings fluttered lightly.

"I have wanted to touch you from the moment I laid eyes on you."

Sorrel lifted his hand slightly, and it revealed the bulge he was cupping, and the fact Cypress had freed Sorrel's cock. Cypress then undid the button of his pants and freed his own.

Sorrel's eyes bowed in need at the sight, his shaft pulsating to the point the tip welled with milky liquid.

Tanned and taut skin was spread over girth, over hard length, over two veins that throbbed lightly on either side. The tip was redder than his own, and it shadowed his in size, but he didn't care.

Nothing else in that moment mattered more than the fact that Cypress was as turned-on as him, by him, for him. And his hard arousal was glorious to look upon.

Both of Cypress' hands moved swiftly. One cupped Sorrel's chin to lift his head so their eyes could meet, while the other wrapped around both their cocks and squeezed them together. Sorrel's groan was immediate as hot, hard heat pressed into his shaft. He thrust into Cypress' hold by accident, his hips moving of their own accord.

"I like you so much," Sorrel blurted out, his heart overwhelmed by this night, by Cypress, and feeling far fuller than it should.

"Good," Cypress nearly growled, his teeth clenched like sudden tension shot through him. Even his wings fluttered stiffly behind him. "Because you've already enraptured me."

Cypress' kiss was fierce as he pressed his lips over Sorrel's, and with a tight grip, he stroked down both their cocks. Sorrel was lost before he'd even finished the first downward stroke, already yearning for him to do it again.

Unsure of what he was supposed to do, Sorrel just poured all of himself into the kiss as he let out a moan.

Sorrel completely wrapped one arm around Cypress' shoulders, refusing to allow him to escape as his nails scraped into his short hair so he could clutch at it. He thrust into his strokes, feeling Cypress do the same.

Sorrel felt pressure all around his shaft. The slip of Cypress' larger cock against his own, his palm moving in the opposite direction, the squeeze of both sensations. His palm was rough, his cock smooth, while his tongue entering Sorrel's mouth was firm, wet, and so playful.

Sorrel sucked on it and Cypress flinched, gripping him tighter and groaning into his mouth. Sorrel sucked harder and felt Cypress thrust into his own hand faster for a few pumps.

"You can be quite naughty and teasing when you want to be," Cypress commented with a dark tone as he pulled back.

Cypress slowed his hand over their cocks, but he brought the other forward.

"More. Don't stop." Sorrel wanted more kisses, wanted to keep being touched.

"I'm going to show you more. Can you open your mouth for me?" Cypress brought two fingers to his lips and Sorrel willingly parted them. Then he dipped his fingers in to make Sorrel suck on them.

He'd do whatever Cypress asked of him right now, so long as he kept moving his hand, kept making Sorrel feel good.

Holding Sorrel's heavy-lidded gaze, Cypress slipped his fingers out and then swept his hand down. His non-wetted fingers grazed over Sorrel's backside as he pushed his hand inside Sorrel's falling trousers.

He didn't know where Cypress was going, but all he felt was trust. Sorrel trusted him, trusted that he wouldn't do anything to hurt him, that he wanted to only give pleasure.

So, when he felt Cypress' fingers dip between his cheeks and the pad of the middle one caressed the tight hole of his ass, he stiffened but didn't try to stop him. He just held the man's maple eyes and watched them soften with understanding.

"Look how good you are." Cypress pressed his lips to Sorrel's jaw as he teased, just lightly prodding. "How sweet you look." He kissed lower down Sorrel's jawline as he started to slowly push in. Uncomfortable pressure made him wince, but Cypress tried to steal his attention with his husky words. "You've never been touched like this before, have you? And yet you're letting me delve inside you and stroke your cock for you."

"It feels strange," Sorrel said around a strained voice, his body arching when his finger was seated deep.

"It's okay, Sorrel." How did hearing his own name fall from Cypress' lips, in his deep voice, ease Sorrel instantly? Especially when it was almost whispered against his throat now. "I'll make you feel good again in a moment."

His finger thrust back and forth, moving around, before Sorrel felt it and let out a strangled, deep groan. Cypress stroked something that sprouted pleasure all throughout his groin, making his balls clutch and his cock pulsate.

Cypress stopped stroking their cocks; there was no point anymore. All he needed to do was hold them tightly together. Every time his finger moved and stroked a place that sent sparks rippling through him, Sorrel would thrust into his hand. Cypress would thrust back in return, his cock moving in tandem.

There was a small amount of wetness coating them now, and Sorrel was sure it was precum that kept leaking out of the tip of him. Each bubble delivered a shivering tremor throughout his body.

His entire body thrust against Cypress, his abdomen, his chest, as Sorrel's head fell back against the tree root in bliss. "Fuck, Cypress," he moaned. "It feels so good.

"Now imagine my cock in there." His words had Sorrel tightening, including around his finger, and Cypress chuckled warmly. "That must be a good thing. Do you want my cock inside you?"

The uncomfortable feeling at first told him taking something that big would be worse, possibly painful, but the unimaginable pleasure Sorrel felt now said it would be worth it. His mouth had already fallen open in ecstasy, his body uncontrollably moving against that finger and his hand.

Would it feel even better with something of that size and girth?

"Y-yes, only if it's you."

Cypress shuddered against him, and his finger started moving faster, just as his hips did.

"Come, Sorrel. I won't have me coming on my own or before you on your first time."

Sorrel moaned to the sky at the quickened pace, his vision dazing. Oh god, oh fuck.

His balls drew up, as a strange tingling sensation raced up his spine. Then Sorrel felt the first burst of his own semen spring forth, and he leaned forward to bite into Cypress' shoulder. Sorrel grunted as he stifled his sounds of pleasure.

Wetness built between them as they both thrusted into Cypress' hand. Sorrel shuddered under the man's expert touch, even when Cypress slipped his finger away to clutch his side. His cock pulsed alongside Sorrel's as he came with him.

Cypress' moan was haunting as he pressed his face against Sorrel's nape to stifle it, his mouth open wide, teeth scraping. His body was tight with tension, squeezing Sorrel.

Sorrel's legs shook when the last burst came from him, and he fell limply against Cypress. His breaths were so rapid he was choking, his heart pounding deafeningly.

Sorrel wanted to apologise for forcing Cypress to take the worst of his weight as he clutched him, but he was too lax to speak. As if sensing his need for support, Cypress' strong arms circled around to hold him, and tenderness flooded.

Their cocks were nestled together, both growing soft, and their embrace felt more intimate because of it.

Is it okay to fall in love with someone this quickly?