13.Flying High

13. Flying High

By the time Azure and I arrive at my apartment, we've turned our attention away from the past and towards the present.

The muscles in my chest and arms flex as I slowly peel away my shirt. Az's eyes zero in, watching every moment with single-minded focus, his gaze like a tangible force that I feel land heatedly on my skin.

"You have a birthmark on your clavicle," he tells me like it's brand-new information. "I want to lick it."

Huh, that part is new.

Staring directly into his honey-colored eyes, I run my fingers down my chest, tracing a path over my nipples. His eyes follow my every move as my fingers drift back up, caressing my neck and shoulders, lingering over the birthmark. "Oh yeah, what else would you do?"

"I'd start there, work my way down and—hey, wait. Licking your brand , now there's an idea. Can I see your brand?"

I turn around, showing him my bare back. A smile forms on my lips as I feel my companion search the expanse of my shoulders and back, gaze roving over me as he searches for a tattoo or some mark that shows my connection to air magic. No visible mark is there, and it doesn't take long before he complains.

"Are you messing with me, McFly? Do I deserve this?" When I twist around towards him, Az shoots me a serious look. "Don't answer that."

"My brand is there," I promise. "Air casters are very divided on this issue. Some believe a visual brand is essential to show our pride and connection to our element."

"I still see nothing. Either you're fucking with me or you're not one of those wizards."

"The rest of us like the brand to match our element, a force that isn't seen but felt."

Az strips off his shirt while I talk. His muscular body and the patch of dark hair on his chest never fails to make my heart pound. And he's given me the perfect opportunity. Summoning the wind, I send a gust of air across his pecs .

"O-oh," Az groans. "Can certainly understand your point."

"Wow, never thought I'd see the day."

A light breeze moves up and grazes his cheek, and he moves into the feeling like it's my hand touching him. "You make a really strong argument."

I turn around while I still have control of the air currents. He gasps when he sees my back this time. I feel his eyes go right to the brand on my right shoulder. Simple white lines that form the image of small wings.

My smart dragon puts together what he's seeing. "Your brand does show up, but only when using your powers."

"It's the best of both worlds," I say. "Now where were we?"

Foreplay. That's where we were. But by the look on his face, my magic is foreplay for him. His stare reminds me of the intense way he watched me soar through the sky when we first met. Does he really like my magic that much?

"Magic," he says. "We can't touch physically, but you can use your magic to reach me. Can we do that?"

Yep. He likes my magic. A lot.

Letting him see my brand is as far as I thought this through. The idea stuns me. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I could... "

"It's just an idea," he says when I fall silent. "If you aren't into it—"

"No. No. You just surprised me. This is, uh…" I told myself I wasn't going to use my element yet during sex. Not until I was with someone I cared about, someone who mattered. I didn't want to waste my first-time having sex as an airbrand on a one-night stand.

What an idiot, Marty. I'd resigned myself to waiting and hadn't given it another thought. I should have, because it turns out I already know someone who matches the exact description of who I was waiting for. He's standing right in front of me.

"Alright, never mind." Az crosses his arms over his chest. "You're making me self-conscious."

"No!" I shout.

"No? You can't just tell me I'm not self-conscious."

"Sorry, sorry! What I mean is, I'm on board with using my powers."

"Really?"

"Yes, mhmm." I nod vigorously. "That's actually kinda a t hing for me."

"Oh yeah?" he grins. "A good thing?"

"So good that my brain short-circuited at the thought."

Air magic can bridge the divide between us. Even as our eyes lock and anticipation fills the room, the space separating us seems to become smaller. We can't touch, but this still feels intimate and special.

Guess I really should have known. That night at Airadise wasn't a fluke. I love displaying my powers for him as much as he loves watching me work my magic. Even when we met and I wanted to save my powers for someone special, I couldn't help putting on a sensual show for him.

Az's gaze never leaves my body as I slide my jeans down to my ankles, leaving me standing in just my boxers. I can feel his stare tracing every line of my body.

I slide my hands under the waistband of my boxers and slowly pull them down, revealing my already half-hard cock. Az's eyes widen as he takes in the sight, his own member straining against the fabric of his pants. He takes them off so we're both naked.

After spending some time drinking in the sight of him, I force myself to close my eyes and summon my magic.

"Are you doing it?" he demands impatiently.

"Give me a moment, Azure."

"Oh, you think you can use my full name just because you're going to make me come? You—oh! Is that you?"

"Directing cold air at your nipples? Yeah. Is the current okay or too much? "

"Fuck, it's chilly." Imagining a gentle breeze on a pleasant day should make the air a little warmer. "Yeah, there. Shit." Az's breath is ragged now, his chest heaving with each gasp. "That's perfect."

"You could cut glass with those things," I purr.

"You did it," he protests weakly though he's still pushing his chest out so I can direct the currents along his skin. "Fuck, wish I could see your brand, McFly."

"Here."

Few things are in my room, just a dresser, bed, chest, and mirror. All of them are the heaviest models I found in my price range, weighted down enough not to fly around with my magic in the room.

Turning to face the mirror, I position myself so that we can both see each other. Az appears behind me, his eyes locked on mine in the reflection. I can see him in the mirror and with my back turned he can also see the brand on my back.

His eyes darken as they shift towards the brand, fingers twitching like he'd love nothing more than to touch it. "Someday, I'm going to trace every inch of those little wings with my tongue."

"Little wings?"

"Mine are bigger," he retorts.

"Oh, now it's all about size? "

His hand moves to palm his cock, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I notice you aren't saying anything bad about my size."

"You are lucky you have the right dick to back up your difficult personality."

Az winks. "I know how to use it too."

"I bet you do."

My magic directs air low, currents flowing down his stomach and towards the large dick in question. A puff of hot air blows over his cock as I try to mimic the sensation of me breathing over the head before taking it into my mouth.

"Fuck. That's good. What else you got, McFly?"

"Hmm… Okay, don't freak out when it all flies out at you."

His eyebrows raise. "Uh, are you close already? Is that dirty talk? Or is it supposed to be?"

"No, my room. Everything I keep in here is stored, look…"

I reach out with my free hand, and the latch on the chest near my bed falls open. One strong and practiced gust lifts the lid and knocks it back, allowing everything inside to rise and fly out.

"Wow, this is how you decorate?"

"Yep. This is airbrand style at its finest."

Long white feathers float in the air around the room, casting shadows on the walls as they drift weightlessly. I usually let everything float suspended in the air around me when in my bedroom. Feathers, beads of glass, and other small items and trinkets.

In this instance, I focus on the feathers.

I use my air magic to guide one of the feathers towards him. It floats gently over to Az, tickling his neck lightly before gliding down his arm. A shiver runs through him, and I can't help but feel a thrill at the effect my magic is having.

"Why do you have so many feathers?"

"They're pretty," I admit. "I love having them float around me when I first wake up."

Even though I'm having fun teasing him with the feather, trying to use the air shield again is tempting… what if my control slips during sex? Losing my grip on a feather won't matter, but if the shield wavers while we're on top of each other, yikes. Talk about a mood killer.

"You ever use these feathers to touch yourself?" Az wonders.

"No, clearly I should."

"Do it now," he commands.

Feathers delicately dance across Az's body, teasing their way down to the center of his chest. Directing a few feathers towards me, I mimic the motions and the feathers move in tandem, tracing a path lower and lower. As they brush against our stomachs, both of us shiver at the sensation .

The feathers tease our bodies while our hands work over our hardness. When the feather teases Az's inner thigh, his fist tightens around his cock.

He strokes faster, and a feather slips between his legs to tease behind his balls. His breath hitches, hand losing rhythm. "You're really good at using that feather. Sure you haven't done this before?"

"Nope. It's almost like I'm touching you, right?"

A slow smile forms on his face, one I rarely see. It's sweet and genuine. "That's not why I like this. You are touching me. Your magic is touching me."

"Oh, you like feeling my magic?"

"Love it," he corrects huskily.

Even when we can touch, we definitely need to keep doing this. His body is so loose and open, losing the guard he always keeps up as he invites the feathers and my magic to caress his skin. No one has ever been so turned on by all sides of me before, Marty the man and the wizard. It's intoxicating and I speed up the pace of my hand on my cock.

The feathers fall away from me. I concentrate on stroking myself and sending all the power I can muster towards Az, trying to drive him wild and over the edge in a final burst of air magic and feathers. I send the feathers into a frenzy, tracing fiery lines against his skin.

"Yes, yes, McFly." Az cries out, his fist working furiously. His eyes are hot on me and my brand as he comes, spilling over his hand and onto the floor below.

"Ah, fuck," I groan, my own climax thundering through me, the pleasure so intense it leaves me breathless and trembling. My concentration breaks and the feathers fall to the floor, spent and lifeless, their task complete.

Az's eyes still linger over the space where my brand lies even when the mark turns invisible once more. His gaze is soft when I finally turn around to face him.

"Damn, McFly. A guy could get used to this."

"Good," I say. I could get used to having him here.