He flapped his wings, lifting him and pulling him back to between my knees, where he buried his head and swallowed my cock. I rocked between his lips with the madness I’d been pretending I didn’t feel, anchored myself in his curls, and looked up at our reflection once more. I was being fellated by the god who’d perfected the craft, and he sucked and swallowed until his hollowed-out cheeks brought me halfway down his throat, and at last, I spilled. There was no mirror, no me, no him, no bed. Only bliss.
