48. Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Us. Just us.

“We should discuss our permissions,” Fyn said. “Things are different now, and we’ve never discussed physical ones when…”

“When I could touch you and you could touch me,” I finished when he trailed off. I didn’t mind talking about my previous ghost state. It simply was.

“I would also like to talk about this,” Fyn said, lifting my hand and kissing the wide palm. “How you feel about this body. I think we have both been so worried about sounding ungrateful for this blessing that we’ve neglected to talk about how you feel. This is a change, Caleb, and this,” he gestured to my body, “is not going anywhere.”

I burrowed against his neck, and Fyn gathered me close, forcing me to reposition against his side again. Our cocks had softened with the changing conversation. I took a few deep breaths, lungs expanding and pulse slowing.

“I feel horrible,” I confessed.

“How so? Physically? Emotionally? Mentally?”

“All of the above.”

He paused for a second, and I didn’t think he quite understood what I said. Apparently, he hadn’t had multiple-choice tests in school. But his hand continued its journey up and down my back, fingers teasing the sensitive scales between my wings with each pass.

“Explain it please, Mate.”

“It’s hard to, Fyn, and you won’t ever truly understand. You can’t know what it’s like. I was a ghost for a very long time. I’d forgotten what it was like to touch, taste, or smell anything. Even now, I can’t tell you what it was like to be a living, breathing human.

“Now, I’m not human. I’m not drakcol either. I’m a…” I couldn’t even think of a word for what I was. “I’m in a body that aches all the time. All of these senses are driving my brain to panic. I’m overstimulated, and I don’t know how to cope.

“I think…” I trailed off. “I think I’m lost right now. Just really lost.”

His hand slid up my spine, flattening to hold me securely. “You are my wayward soul.”

I smiled, hiding against his chest. “I like that.”

Fyn kissed the top of my head. “I am with you, Caleb. I always will be.”

I peeked up at him. “You are the one thing I’m certain of, Sunshine, the only thing that’s keeping me in place so I don’t rip apart.”

He cupped my chin and angled it until his lips brushed mine. The shock from the light touch raced down my spine, making the tip of my tail tingle, and settled in my cock that bucked. Fyn kept the kiss soft as he traced my lips with his, nibbling them. He nipped my bottom lip, ripping a low groan from me. His tongue darted out to steal any sting.

With a feral groan, I mashed my mouth to his. His tongue dipped into mine and slid over me. Our tongues tangled in a slow dance, twining and tasting. I wrapped my arms around him and my tail instinctively coiled around his, and Fyn held me back, keeping the pace unhurried.

I didn’t know if this kiss was leading somewhere or not, and I didn’t care. At the moment, my anxieties had quieted and the overwhelming pressure of everything had vanished.

It was just us. Just me and Zoltilvoxfyn. Nothing else.

My hips canted forward, and my cock rubbed against his stomach. I jolted from the roughness of his scales dragging over my shaft. Fyn slowed, probably fearing I was becoming overstimulated, but I wasn’t; I wanted more. I wanted him.

I pressed forward, chasing his lips, and rutted against him. The movement jarred my lower spine, but not enough to hurt, as long as I didn’t go too fast or hard. Fyn growled, gripping my ass. He kneaded the cheeks, pulling them apart, making my pucker twitch.

“Fyn,” I cried, one iota away from begging. “I need you.”

“We need to talk about permissions.”

We did—things were different now—but I didn’t want to. My cock felt as hard as a rock, throbbing with need as pre-cum leaked from the tip and slid down my shaft. I couldn’t stop now.

“Can we jerk each other off?” I asked. “No fucking. Just coming together. Please.”

“Soft or hard?” he asked.

“Soft.” I was not opposed to hard, but I couldn’t take it right now.

“Can I be in control?”

“Yes.” I trusted Fyn implicitly; besides, I didn’t know what felt nice or not. Fyn did.

His lips pressed against mine, claiming me. Carefully, Sunshine rolled me to my back, and my wings sprawled over the bed. His white hair caressed my cheeks and the hard metal of his nipple rings dragged over my scales as he rocked into me.

Fyn slid his cock along mine, both slippery with pre-cum, and I ripped my mouth away from his. “Fuck,” I bit out, clutching his back. “Fuck, Sunshine.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled, head bowing toward me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but hurry the fuck up. I’m desperate.”

Kissing the column of my neck, tongue flicking out occasionally, Fyn thrust his cock against mine. I arched, matching his movements as well as I could. His ring dragged against my cock, hitting the sensitive head, and made me whimper.

My tail at some point had switched to his leg and practically strangled Fyn’s calf while I clutched his back so tight that I worried my claws would puncture his scales.

He lifted off me to wrap his fingers around the base of our dicks and jerked up. I shifted my hands to his shoulders, squeezing, and looked down. There was something so erotic about seeing mine and his cock pressed together as Zoltolvoxfyn pumped us in long, unhurried strokes.

Our pearly pre-cum mixed and slid down, easing the glide of his palm as he pleased us. He slid up, then his thumb teased the head of my cock, and I groaned. The ring of his piercing pushed into the crown with each pass and had me seeing stars.

A fire started in the base of my spine as my muscles clenched and my balls hugged the base of my shaft. The tension grew, and my cock felt so hard it was painful. I whimpered, shaking.

“It’s alright, Caleb,” Fyn whispered. “Let go. I’m right here. Come for me, Mate. Let me see it.”

My mouth opened as a loud cry ripped out of my throat. My hearing turned to static as intense pleasure swept through me like electricity. My hips arched, and ropes of cum shot out of my dick, painting both of our stomachs.

Zoltilvoxfyn kept working our cocks, extending the wildfire consuming me. I heard a crash, followed by a thump of something flying off the wall—my fault probably—but I paid no attention because Fyn released a low snarl that rumbled in his chest. His lips smashed into mine as cum splashed onto my stomach and his movements on our dicks turned frantic.

When he finished, he practically fell onto me, panting, but he still supported a good amount of his weight. I released my death grip on his shoulders and saw green blood slide down his black scales.

“Sunshine. I cut you,” I said, horrified.

He shut my mouth with a harsh kiss that softened almost instantly, then said in a shaky voice, “I am fine, Mate.”

I wrapped my trembling arms around him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’ll learn how to wield your strength. Don’t trouble yourself over a few drops of blood.”

It was more than a few, but I let the matter go because I couldn’t see any more blood escaping. An odd urge to lick the cuts swept through me, making me swallow. Something primal insisted I bathe the injuries and soothe away any pain that I might have caused.

I glanced at Fyn, who breathed heavily above me. I swallowed, fighting the urge, but in the end, I was unable to. I arched up and dragged my tongue over one of the punctures, tangy blood filling my mouth. Fyn’s breath went jagged.

“I’m sorry,” I said, yanking back.

He fisted my hair, drawing my mouth back to his injured shoulder. “I like it. Don’t stop.”

Unable to resist, I licked the other nicks my claws had left behind, bathing each one thoroughly. When I moved to his other shoulder, I asked, “Why do I want to do this?”

“Instinct,” he answered. “Drakcol care for our mates, and we have the instinct to clean any injury.”

“Did you ever wish to do this to me?”

“Yes. After the doctor took your blood.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You were so stressed, Mate. I could hardly add to it.”

“You should’ve asked,” I said, cleaning the other small cuts. Fyn groaned with each swipe of my tongue, and his desperate noises had my cock twitching in interest, though it didn’t rise to the occasion.

“Always tell me what you need, Fyn. Don’t hide from me,” I muttered against his scales. “I want to be the one who knows you best, the one you run to, the one who holds you. I love you.”

He didn’t answer, panting.

Finished, I kissed Fyn’s forehead, unable to stop my smile at a random thought. I’d never been the bigger lover in bed. I’d often draped over past partners, but never the reverse because of how small I was. This was nice, him resting on me, his hair covering me, his tail wrapped around my ankle. It was nice—though I could tell he wasn’t putting all his weight on me.

Trying to keep my pressure gentle, I slid my fingers up his spine, over his shoulders, and down his sides. “We’ll make it, right? We’ll get past this, right?”

“Yes,” Sunshine said, his deep green eyes meeting mine. “We are forever.”

“We are endless. Life or death, it will just be us.”

Zoltilvoxfyn pressed a kiss to my lips, making my words a promise. We would be alright, in time.