Sean Michael's Blog, page 55
February 27, 2012
My God It's Monday
In keeping with Mondays so far this year, today has been a busy one.
Lots of snow the last few days -- I was beginning to think winter was done for the year.
What is it about Ritz crackers that make them taste so good? Speaking of crackers, who would you not kick out of bed for eaing them? I could make a rather lenthy list -- sheets can always be washed.
I'm getting stories together for Amber Allure, Changeling and Resplendance. Hope to have them all in by Friday.
There's just a few hours left to take advantage of Torquere's discount. cold2012 gets you 15% off. My back catalog at Torquere is here.
And here's a couple lines from one of the stories I'm working on today:
Kerry shuddered, losing his rhythm, eyes rolling back. Bel squeezed tighter, nodding as they kissed. Yes. He wanted his boy's pleasure. Heat bubbled over his fingers, his lover giving it up. He moaned happily into their kiss, hand still moving slowly, making Kerry shiver and shudder.
Lots of snow the last few days -- I was beginning to think winter was done for the year.
What is it about Ritz crackers that make them taste so good? Speaking of crackers, who would you not kick out of bed for eaing them? I could make a rather lenthy list -- sheets can always be washed.
I'm getting stories together for Amber Allure, Changeling and Resplendance. Hope to have them all in by Friday.
There's just a few hours left to take advantage of Torquere's discount. cold2012 gets you 15% off. My back catalog at Torquere is here.
And here's a couple lines from one of the stories I'm working on today:
Kerry shuddered, losing his rhythm, eyes rolling back. Bel squeezed tighter, nodding as they kissed. Yes. He wanted his boy's pleasure. Heat bubbled over his fingers, his lover giving it up. He moaned happily into their kiss, hand still moving slowly, making Kerry shiver and shudder.
February 25, 2012
Fiction Friday
Let's just ignore the fact that it's not Friday anywhere in the world anymore...
Club Fantasy -- Chapter Eight
They made love again, this time rolling on the floor, laughing and loving, growling and coming and...
Michael smiled, slow and lazy, wings batting the air, cooling it a little. Seth wasn't just a horny little devil, he was hot as blazes, too. Both literally and figuratively.
Chuckling, Michael grinned, running his finger over one of Seth's horns. "One of these days you're going to burn me right up, babe. Set me right on fire."
Seth gasped, hips bucking up, eyes going crossed at his touch. "Beloved."
Oh, he loved that, loved how Seth responded to him.
He licked one little horn, tongue circling it, the taste of sulfur and something that was indescribable as anything but Seth himself, strong on his tongue. The little ridged horn seemed to get harder, the stiff fibrous protrusion so alive, so responsive.
Groaning, he took it in his mouth and sucked, his cock jerking and begin to fill again. It was impossible, and yet he always rose in the presence of his beloved's pleasure, no matter how many times he'd already come.
His fingers danced over the soft hair on Seth's chest, searching for the little dark nipples.
Seth cried out, over and over, shaking violently under his touch. Deep curses filled the air, Seth's long fingers brushing through his feathers.
Those sounds... Oh, he'd damn his soul again and again for those noises from his demon.
Moaning around the little horn, he kept sucking, kept tonguing it. Finally, finding one of Seth's nipples, he twisted it, pinching hard. His dear lover howled, the heat on his Seth's body ratcheting up with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
He started rubbing against Seth's side, that heat burning against him. It made him suck harder, a sweet shudder moving along his spine.
"Fuck me. Please. Fill me, Michael. I burn." Yes. Yes, Seth did.
He let go of the horn in his mouth, tongue sliding down along Seth's face as he shifted, spreading his lover's legs with his knees.
"Let me in, lover."
"Anything." Yes. Yes, he knew this. Seth would offer him anything . Everything.
The head of his prick bumped against Seth's hole and he groaned, pushing his tongue into Seth's mouth. Seth's tongue wrapped around his, sliding and tugging, wriggling against him. That tight, burning hole opened for him, allowed him in.
He pushed, sinking right in until his balls hit Seth's ass. Held. Oh, held so tight and Seth was so hot.
Groaning, he bit at Seth's lips and tongue, and started to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing deep again, over and over.
Seth's eyes went red, the fires within them blazing. "More." The walls shook with it.
"More." He nodded, his wings beginning to beat, giving his thrusts more force. He would lose himself in this, in his lover.
Every time his wings touched Seth, a roar would sound, the muscles around his cock rippling. He reached with one hand, grabbing hold of one of those sexy little horns, rubbing it.
"Michael." Teeth sank into his shoulder, burning deep.
Crying out, he slammed in harder, his wings beating hard enough to nearly lift them both. Molten heat bathed his belly, pouring up between them, Seth's cry filling the room.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Each repetition of the word was accompanied by a thrust and then his cry matched Seth's, his own seed filling Seth's body in pulse after pulse.
"Love." The word seemed to echo, to vibrate in the stones.
"Yes."
He collapsed down onto Seth, his lover's chest pillowing his head, his own wings settling around them both.
His feathers were stroked, petted so gently. Nobody had ever cherished him as his own demon did. No one ever would.
They lay curled together for a long time, hands on each other, though they both refrained from touching hot spots, their bodies slowly coming down.
The phone rang, the sound weird, broken.
Michael started to laugh. "You damned the phone."
"Well..." Seth's eyes twinkled, the embers fading a little. "You going to answer it?"
"No." He nuzzled into Seth's neck, taking a lick just to fill his mouth with the magical taste of smoke.
The ringing phone reminded him, though. Seth had said something about the boss calling.
He hated to ask, but the boss would know if he didn't, would know they weren't dealing with whatever shit he wanted dealt with. The boss was wily that way.
"So what did the boss want?"
"Said there's a leak, here at the club."
Michael stiffened. "What? Here? Who?"
"That's what the boss said, beloved."
"Well what does he want us to do about it?" The boss expected them to do all sorts of shit. It was hell owing favors.
One eyebrow lifted up, Seth just staring him down. "Rain down fire and brimstone."
He took a quick kiss. "We got in trouble last time we did that. He didn't give you any hint who?"
"Not even a little one, but I wasn't listening closely. I was aggravated."
"Yes, I know. That's where I came in." He sighed.
"That, Michael, was the best part."
"Mmm... it always is." He took another kiss, this one lingering, lazy. "Well, I suppose we need to do something about it."
"You think? We could just wait."
"Not do anything? You in the mood to piss off the boss?" If it was what Seth wanted, he didn't mind a little otherworldly ire.
"Well, I don't know that random looking will help. We could simply..." Seth's tail twitched. "Watch harder."
"Watch harder?" Michael started to laugh, his fingers reaching for that tail, tugging on it a little. "You, my darling demon, are most wicked."
"This should surprise you not at all."
He stood and folded his wings carefully, gauging the distance to the door to their private quarters. "No, not very much that you do surprises me anymore..."
A sharp slap stung his ass. "Not very much?"
He gasped, and then giggled, shaking his ass at Seth.
Seth laughed, grabbing him up. "Come on. We'll check our quarters first."
He wrapped his arms around his lover. "Oh yes. We need to check them thoroughly." Seth's tail wrapped around his upper thigh, the tip flicking against his balls. "Very thoroughly."
Club Fantasy -- Chapter Eight
They made love again, this time rolling on the floor, laughing and loving, growling and coming and...
Michael smiled, slow and lazy, wings batting the air, cooling it a little. Seth wasn't just a horny little devil, he was hot as blazes, too. Both literally and figuratively.
Chuckling, Michael grinned, running his finger over one of Seth's horns. "One of these days you're going to burn me right up, babe. Set me right on fire."
Seth gasped, hips bucking up, eyes going crossed at his touch. "Beloved."
Oh, he loved that, loved how Seth responded to him.
He licked one little horn, tongue circling it, the taste of sulfur and something that was indescribable as anything but Seth himself, strong on his tongue. The little ridged horn seemed to get harder, the stiff fibrous protrusion so alive, so responsive.
Groaning, he took it in his mouth and sucked, his cock jerking and begin to fill again. It was impossible, and yet he always rose in the presence of his beloved's pleasure, no matter how many times he'd already come.
His fingers danced over the soft hair on Seth's chest, searching for the little dark nipples.
Seth cried out, over and over, shaking violently under his touch. Deep curses filled the air, Seth's long fingers brushing through his feathers.
Those sounds... Oh, he'd damn his soul again and again for those noises from his demon.
Moaning around the little horn, he kept sucking, kept tonguing it. Finally, finding one of Seth's nipples, he twisted it, pinching hard. His dear lover howled, the heat on his Seth's body ratcheting up with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
He started rubbing against Seth's side, that heat burning against him. It made him suck harder, a sweet shudder moving along his spine.
"Fuck me. Please. Fill me, Michael. I burn." Yes. Yes, Seth did.
He let go of the horn in his mouth, tongue sliding down along Seth's face as he shifted, spreading his lover's legs with his knees.
"Let me in, lover."
"Anything." Yes. Yes, he knew this. Seth would offer him anything . Everything.
The head of his prick bumped against Seth's hole and he groaned, pushing his tongue into Seth's mouth. Seth's tongue wrapped around his, sliding and tugging, wriggling against him. That tight, burning hole opened for him, allowed him in.
He pushed, sinking right in until his balls hit Seth's ass. Held. Oh, held so tight and Seth was so hot.
Groaning, he bit at Seth's lips and tongue, and started to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing deep again, over and over.
Seth's eyes went red, the fires within them blazing. "More." The walls shook with it.
"More." He nodded, his wings beginning to beat, giving his thrusts more force. He would lose himself in this, in his lover.
Every time his wings touched Seth, a roar would sound, the muscles around his cock rippling. He reached with one hand, grabbing hold of one of those sexy little horns, rubbing it.
"Michael." Teeth sank into his shoulder, burning deep.
Crying out, he slammed in harder, his wings beating hard enough to nearly lift them both. Molten heat bathed his belly, pouring up between them, Seth's cry filling the room.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Each repetition of the word was accompanied by a thrust and then his cry matched Seth's, his own seed filling Seth's body in pulse after pulse.
"Love." The word seemed to echo, to vibrate in the stones.
"Yes."
He collapsed down onto Seth, his lover's chest pillowing his head, his own wings settling around them both.
His feathers were stroked, petted so gently. Nobody had ever cherished him as his own demon did. No one ever would.
They lay curled together for a long time, hands on each other, though they both refrained from touching hot spots, their bodies slowly coming down.
The phone rang, the sound weird, broken.
Michael started to laugh. "You damned the phone."
"Well..." Seth's eyes twinkled, the embers fading a little. "You going to answer it?"
"No." He nuzzled into Seth's neck, taking a lick just to fill his mouth with the magical taste of smoke.
The ringing phone reminded him, though. Seth had said something about the boss calling.
He hated to ask, but the boss would know if he didn't, would know they weren't dealing with whatever shit he wanted dealt with. The boss was wily that way.
"So what did the boss want?"
"Said there's a leak, here at the club."
Michael stiffened. "What? Here? Who?"
"That's what the boss said, beloved."
"Well what does he want us to do about it?" The boss expected them to do all sorts of shit. It was hell owing favors.
One eyebrow lifted up, Seth just staring him down. "Rain down fire and brimstone."
He took a quick kiss. "We got in trouble last time we did that. He didn't give you any hint who?"
"Not even a little one, but I wasn't listening closely. I was aggravated."
"Yes, I know. That's where I came in." He sighed.
"That, Michael, was the best part."
"Mmm... it always is." He took another kiss, this one lingering, lazy. "Well, I suppose we need to do something about it."
"You think? We could just wait."
"Not do anything? You in the mood to piss off the boss?" If it was what Seth wanted, he didn't mind a little otherworldly ire.
"Well, I don't know that random looking will help. We could simply..." Seth's tail twitched. "Watch harder."
"Watch harder?" Michael started to laugh, his fingers reaching for that tail, tugging on it a little. "You, my darling demon, are most wicked."
"This should surprise you not at all."
He stood and folded his wings carefully, gauging the distance to the door to their private quarters. "No, not very much that you do surprises me anymore..."
A sharp slap stung his ass. "Not very much?"
He gasped, and then giggled, shaking his ass at Seth.
Seth laughed, grabbing him up. "Come on. We'll check our quarters first."
He wrapped his arms around his lover. "Oh yes. We need to check them thoroughly." Seth's tail wrapped around his upper thigh, the tip flicking against his balls. "Very thoroughly."
February 21, 2012
Two on Tuesday
1 - Did a blog about Sex and Communication (aka the Jarheads) on the Rainbow Studio blog today.
The short version -- Rock approves of sex.
2 - The Chess boys are amusing me today:
Bish bit at Knight's earlobe. "I think we need a piercing party. Maybe this Saturday."
"Piercing party? Is that a euphemism?"
The short version -- Rock approves of sex.
2 - The Chess boys are amusing me today:
Bish bit at Knight's earlobe. "I think we need a piercing party. Maybe this Saturday."
"Piercing party? Is that a euphemism?"
February 20, 2012
My God it's Monday
As mentioned, Full Disclosure came out yesterday from Amber Allure and Two Tickets to Paradise came out today from Dreamspinner Press.
I also had a story accepted to Storm Moon Press' Like it Or Not Anthology. They already have a page up for it and you can preorder it -- my story there is Obedience Classes.
I'm feeling very Monday today -- kind of fuzzy and unfocused and trying to figure out which of the things I need to do I should focus on. I have a couple stories I need to go over and submit, so I should probably start with that.
I'm over at the Amber Allure blog today -- talking about Full Disclosure and Office Hours.
Tomorrow I have the TRS Rainblow Blog. Hopefully I will figure out what to blog about by tomorrow ;)
Thursday I'm at a release party at TRS and Friday I'm at the Torquere Press Livejournal. Gonna be a busy week.
Have a good one :)
I also had a story accepted to Storm Moon Press' Like it Or Not Anthology. They already have a page up for it and you can preorder it -- my story there is Obedience Classes.
I'm feeling very Monday today -- kind of fuzzy and unfocused and trying to figure out which of the things I need to do I should focus on. I have a couple stories I need to go over and submit, so I should probably start with that.
I'm over at the Amber Allure blog today -- talking about Full Disclosure and Office Hours.
Tomorrow I have the TRS Rainblow Blog. Hopefully I will figure out what to blog about by tomorrow ;)
Thursday I'm at a release party at TRS and Friday I'm at the Torquere Press Livejournal. Gonna be a busy week.
Have a good one :)
Two Tickets to Paradise now out!
A vacation is exactly what these men need to find love in their lives. It may be about looking for a little fun, gaining a fresh perspective after a breakup, or building up the nerve to take the plunge. Whether they travel by plane, train, or automobile, none of them want to go it alone. They're hoping romance will be the ticket to finding paradise in another man's arms.
My story in the anthology is Something Different: Tuscon Andrews is in Las Vegas to celebrate his birthday. Alone. He's just questioning the wisdom of that move when he runs into Adam Brewster. He and Adam split a long time ago; they'd been good together, but never seemed to have the time for each other. The intervening years don't seem to have dulled the passion between them any, has anything else changed or is this destined to be a holiday fling?
Buy the anthology here.
February 19, 2012
Full Disclosure now out!
Samuel Cavanaugh never thought the hardest part about being a lawyer would be keeping an administrative assistant, but with Jeannie on pregnancy leave, he's gone through five since he became a partner. Yet his newest assistant is Jarrod Tinsley, an attractive man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn't know he had.
Unbeknownst to Samuel, Jarrod has been hired by the law firm to investigate whether Samuel is "the leak," the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. Jarrod thinks it's going to be a run-of-the-mill job until he actually meets his sexy new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers in Jarrod every one of his Dom tendencies, and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.
Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other, or will their fragile relationship go tumbling down in pieces?
Buy it here.
February 17, 2012
Fiction Friday
Club Fantasy, Chapter 7
Seth was tired, bone-tired, of having a soul. Of paperwork. Of trying to figure out what the hell the Boss wanted today.
It was enough to set his short hairs on fire.
He scrawled his name on this paper and that, the ink smoking on each one. The sounds of the casino were everywhere, crawling on each and every nerve. Seth stretched, tail swishing side-to-side, his aggravation obvious.
It just wasn't right. He used to be able to create mass chaos. Pain. Terror.
How it simply wasn't fun anymore.
The phone rang.
Not just any phone, but the phone. The one the boss used.
Fuck him holy.
He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed the receiver. "Yes, Boss?"
"You've got a problem." That was the boss. No hello, no how are you doing, just 'you've got a problem'.
"Yes, Boss. Which problem would you be referring to?"
"Someone's spilling their guts. It has to stop."
"Who? To who?" Spilling their guts? About them?
"The who doesn't matter, Seth. Just get rid of the leak."
With that the line went dead.
"Damn it." The phone began to melt, the receiver dipping. He sighed, set it down. "I wasn't being literal."
"Oh, someone's in a mood." Michael slouched against the door, smoke curling up out of his nose.
"Don't make me curse you, flyboy."
His lover took another drag of his cigarette. "You'd as soon curse yourself as me." Michael was right, too, and they both knew it.
Still, he had to growl and stomp a little, didn't he? "I might change my mind."
One of Michael's eyebrows went up and he pushed away from the doorway, walking slowly toward him, the movements fluid, slinky. "That would be a shame."
He groaned a little, tail slashing, eyes caught on the way Michael moved. "The Boss called."
Michael grimaced, eyes moving from his tail to his eyes. "Well, no wonder you're in a bad mood."
"Yeah." He growled a little. "Aren't you going to seduce me out of it?"
Michael's grimace turned into a grin, the white wings slowly expanding out to their full span. "I do believe I will. Whatever the boss wanted can wait."
Look. Look at his beloved. Heat flooded him, his cock beginning to rise. Those wings fluttered, flapping slowly, making a breeze that carried Michael's scent on it.
"Fuck, that tail's the sexiest thing, babe."
"You just like things that're long and pointy." He rubbed around one horn, electricity sliding down his spine.
Michael's nostrils flared, an almost silent moan coming from his lover. "I just like things that are you."
"Do you? Show me." He needed Michael to make it better.
His lover didn't hurry, took his sweet fucking time, but there was seduction in the movements, each step sinuous, beautiful. Michael didn't stop until he stood next to Seth's chair, one hand reaching out, the long fingers sliding over his horns. A low, delicious moan came from Michael at the touch.
Seth's head dipped, his entire body bowing for the touch. More erogenous than his cock, his ass -- that touch made him ache.
"Seth... " Michael bent, tongue touching his horn, sliding over it.
"Beloved." His knees buckled, pleasure flooding him, making him whimper.
"Your beloved." Michael's lips wrapped around his horn, sucking, tongue flicking across it.
"Yes. Yes." He whimpered, hips bucking, fucking the air with a pure desperation.
So quickly. Michael could dissolve him so quickly.
One of Michael's hands reached, snagged the end of his tail. "Mmm..." The humming made his prick vibrate.
"Beloved. Beloved, please." He would spread for Michael, beg. Anything.
Michael's lips met his, tongue pushing in to taste his fire. "Bend me over your desk, Seth." The words were spoken against his mouth, breathed into him. "Bend me over and fill me with your fire."
He growled, spinning Michael about, pushing him down with a well-placed hand between the shoulder blades. The pants tore easily, the heat from his body enough to weaken the seams.
"Seth!" The need in that cry filled the whole room, Michael's wings trembling, the long legs spreading for him. That sweet angel ass tilted, demanded wicked, wanton things done to it.
He delivered, spreading the firm globes apart with his thumbs, forked tongue sliding over the skin only a few times before he stood, cock burying itself within its favorite sheath.
Michael's fingers scrabbled at his desk, going white when they finally found purchase and held on. A soft whimper came from his lover, the muscles of Michael's ass fluttering and then tightening around him like a vice. "I want to stay like this forever."
"Yes. An eternity." If it was in his power, he would provide. His tail whipped, slapping against Michael's thigh.
His lover bucked back against him, crying out. "Careful, my horny devil -- you'll have me coming before we're ready."
"Still so pushy, bent over my desk and getting fucked." He tossed his head, eyes rolling.
One wing curled back, stroking his face as Michael twisted his neck, eyes blazing with passion, need and love. "Tell me you don't love it. Tell me my fire doesn't make yours burn hotter.
"I love it. Love you. It's damned me." Just as it had damned Michael.
"Better damned with you than saved without you." The words were fierce, Michael's ass squeezing him tight again, both wings reaching back to touch him. "Now fuck me, love. Let me feel you."
"Yes." He bent his head, resting his forehead against Michael's shoulder, hips flying, slamming into his beloved.
Each thrust was met by Michael, the sweet ass pushing against him, taking him in and demanding more, harder, faster.
Everything. Seth gave everything he had and then more. Deeper. All of him.
Michael's sounds began to fill the air, his lover calling his name and crying out his pleasure, begging for more. They were joined, flying with the pleasure together. Wings beat against him, slamming around him, the sensation fine, perfect, necessary.
"Seth! My cock! Touch me!" Not a plea, his lover's words were a demand, a deep-seated need.
"Yes." He grabbed hold of the hot shaft, started pumping in time with his hips.
"Seth! Love!" Michael went wild beneath him, wings beating hard, hips sawing wildly between his hand and his cock.
"Love." He bit down, the heat blazing between them, fire pouring from his cock.
Heat splashed over his hand as if pushed out of Michael by his own fire. Michael's ass squeezed his prick, demanding every last drop.
They slumped down onto the desk, smoke rising up around them. His lover's wings slowly closed, folding him within. Quiet and soft, all he could hear was his and Michael's breathing.
"Love." He settled, heart slowing, his fire banking once again.
"Mmm... you, my dear horned one, make me believe in love again."
Seth nodded, lips on Michael's skin. "Good."
"Good."
They lay together for awhile until Michael's body rippled around his prick. "This desk if far less comfortable post-sex than it was during." That lazy drawl was back, Michael's voice thick with amusement.
"Picky, picky. You've probably destroyed my paperwork, as well."
Laughing, Michael pulled a handful of paper out from under himself. "Oh, I think you're the one responsible for the singe marks, babe."
He pinched Michael's ass, rubbed his face against those soft feathers. "I could be."
They needed to talk about the leak, they needed to talk about the boss.
Later.
Much later.
Seth was tired, bone-tired, of having a soul. Of paperwork. Of trying to figure out what the hell the Boss wanted today.
It was enough to set his short hairs on fire.
He scrawled his name on this paper and that, the ink smoking on each one. The sounds of the casino were everywhere, crawling on each and every nerve. Seth stretched, tail swishing side-to-side, his aggravation obvious.
It just wasn't right. He used to be able to create mass chaos. Pain. Terror.
How it simply wasn't fun anymore.
The phone rang.
Not just any phone, but the phone. The one the boss used.
Fuck him holy.
He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed the receiver. "Yes, Boss?"
"You've got a problem." That was the boss. No hello, no how are you doing, just 'you've got a problem'.
"Yes, Boss. Which problem would you be referring to?"
"Someone's spilling their guts. It has to stop."
"Who? To who?" Spilling their guts? About them?
"The who doesn't matter, Seth. Just get rid of the leak."
With that the line went dead.
"Damn it." The phone began to melt, the receiver dipping. He sighed, set it down. "I wasn't being literal."
"Oh, someone's in a mood." Michael slouched against the door, smoke curling up out of his nose.
"Don't make me curse you, flyboy."
His lover took another drag of his cigarette. "You'd as soon curse yourself as me." Michael was right, too, and they both knew it.
Still, he had to growl and stomp a little, didn't he? "I might change my mind."
One of Michael's eyebrows went up and he pushed away from the doorway, walking slowly toward him, the movements fluid, slinky. "That would be a shame."
He groaned a little, tail slashing, eyes caught on the way Michael moved. "The Boss called."
Michael grimaced, eyes moving from his tail to his eyes. "Well, no wonder you're in a bad mood."
"Yeah." He growled a little. "Aren't you going to seduce me out of it?"
Michael's grimace turned into a grin, the white wings slowly expanding out to their full span. "I do believe I will. Whatever the boss wanted can wait."
Look. Look at his beloved. Heat flooded him, his cock beginning to rise. Those wings fluttered, flapping slowly, making a breeze that carried Michael's scent on it.
"Fuck, that tail's the sexiest thing, babe."
"You just like things that're long and pointy." He rubbed around one horn, electricity sliding down his spine.
Michael's nostrils flared, an almost silent moan coming from his lover. "I just like things that are you."
"Do you? Show me." He needed Michael to make it better.
His lover didn't hurry, took his sweet fucking time, but there was seduction in the movements, each step sinuous, beautiful. Michael didn't stop until he stood next to Seth's chair, one hand reaching out, the long fingers sliding over his horns. A low, delicious moan came from Michael at the touch.
Seth's head dipped, his entire body bowing for the touch. More erogenous than his cock, his ass -- that touch made him ache.
"Seth... " Michael bent, tongue touching his horn, sliding over it.
"Beloved." His knees buckled, pleasure flooding him, making him whimper.
"Your beloved." Michael's lips wrapped around his horn, sucking, tongue flicking across it.
"Yes. Yes." He whimpered, hips bucking, fucking the air with a pure desperation.
So quickly. Michael could dissolve him so quickly.
One of Michael's hands reached, snagged the end of his tail. "Mmm..." The humming made his prick vibrate.
"Beloved. Beloved, please." He would spread for Michael, beg. Anything.
Michael's lips met his, tongue pushing in to taste his fire. "Bend me over your desk, Seth." The words were spoken against his mouth, breathed into him. "Bend me over and fill me with your fire."
He growled, spinning Michael about, pushing him down with a well-placed hand between the shoulder blades. The pants tore easily, the heat from his body enough to weaken the seams.
"Seth!" The need in that cry filled the whole room, Michael's wings trembling, the long legs spreading for him. That sweet angel ass tilted, demanded wicked, wanton things done to it.
He delivered, spreading the firm globes apart with his thumbs, forked tongue sliding over the skin only a few times before he stood, cock burying itself within its favorite sheath.
Michael's fingers scrabbled at his desk, going white when they finally found purchase and held on. A soft whimper came from his lover, the muscles of Michael's ass fluttering and then tightening around him like a vice. "I want to stay like this forever."
"Yes. An eternity." If it was in his power, he would provide. His tail whipped, slapping against Michael's thigh.
His lover bucked back against him, crying out. "Careful, my horny devil -- you'll have me coming before we're ready."
"Still so pushy, bent over my desk and getting fucked." He tossed his head, eyes rolling.
One wing curled back, stroking his face as Michael twisted his neck, eyes blazing with passion, need and love. "Tell me you don't love it. Tell me my fire doesn't make yours burn hotter.
"I love it. Love you. It's damned me." Just as it had damned Michael.
"Better damned with you than saved without you." The words were fierce, Michael's ass squeezing him tight again, both wings reaching back to touch him. "Now fuck me, love. Let me feel you."
"Yes." He bent his head, resting his forehead against Michael's shoulder, hips flying, slamming into his beloved.
Each thrust was met by Michael, the sweet ass pushing against him, taking him in and demanding more, harder, faster.
Everything. Seth gave everything he had and then more. Deeper. All of him.
Michael's sounds began to fill the air, his lover calling his name and crying out his pleasure, begging for more. They were joined, flying with the pleasure together. Wings beat against him, slamming around him, the sensation fine, perfect, necessary.
"Seth! My cock! Touch me!" Not a plea, his lover's words were a demand, a deep-seated need.
"Yes." He grabbed hold of the hot shaft, started pumping in time with his hips.
"Seth! Love!" Michael went wild beneath him, wings beating hard, hips sawing wildly between his hand and his cock.
"Love." He bit down, the heat blazing between them, fire pouring from his cock.
Heat splashed over his hand as if pushed out of Michael by his own fire. Michael's ass squeezed his prick, demanding every last drop.
They slumped down onto the desk, smoke rising up around them. His lover's wings slowly closed, folding him within. Quiet and soft, all he could hear was his and Michael's breathing.
"Love." He settled, heart slowing, his fire banking once again.
"Mmm... you, my dear horned one, make me believe in love again."
Seth nodded, lips on Michael's skin. "Good."
"Good."
They lay together for awhile until Michael's body rippled around his prick. "This desk if far less comfortable post-sex than it was during." That lazy drawl was back, Michael's voice thick with amusement.
"Picky, picky. You've probably destroyed my paperwork, as well."
Laughing, Michael pulled a handful of paper out from under himself. "Oh, I think you're the one responsible for the singe marks, babe."
He pinched Michael's ass, rubbed his face against those soft feathers. "I could be."
They needed to talk about the leak, they needed to talk about the boss.
Later.
Much later.
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Thank you to everyone who entered. I'll be participating in the next blog hop in April.
Thank you to everyone who entered. I'll be participating in the next blog hop in April.
Thursday Three
February 15, 2012
Wayback Wednesday
Rescue Me is a short story that I thought was going to be a much longer story. In fact, I thought I was sitting down to write a novel. Turned out the characters showed up and stayed around just long enough to get together, have hot sex and a HFN ending.
Rescue Me: Fireman Dixon thinks he's seen the kid who just showed up at his favorite after work bar. Once he gets a good look, Dix realizes he has seen Rob, at the fire he just put out that morning.
Rob is reeling from losing everything, but what he wants most of all is to prove he's still alive. He thinks Dix might just be the guy to help him with his over-abundance of adrenaline. Will these two start a fire of their own?
You can buy it here.
Rescue Me: Fireman Dixon thinks he's seen the kid who just showed up at his favorite after work bar. Once he gets a good look, Dix realizes he has seen Rob, at the fire he just put out that morning.
Rob is reeling from losing everything, but what he wants most of all is to prove he's still alive. He thinks Dix might just be the guy to help him with his over-abundance of adrenaline. Will these two start a fire of their own?
You can buy it here.
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