Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

humor once upon a time. The voice. Wasn't that alone enough reason to be here? No more thoughts of madness. No more pretending it was nothing, just to ease the minds of others. The chance to finally, finally discover why--
    Again, Tam brought him back into the moment, this time with both mouth and hands. He kissed at Aeron's neck, then parted his lips and sucked. His fingers traced the bottom vein of his wing on one side, out, and then back to the stalk again; the fingers of the other hand slipped below, into the split of his backside. Aeron squeezed, then started moving his hand up and down, savoring the feeling of his own touch and Tam's thickened cock, all smooth skin over pure heat, swelling against his.
    "Say something," Tammas whispered. "Please. I want to hear your voice again."
    "I should've got you naked earlier," Aeron said. He pumped them together, started to drip. Tammas' hands kept working at him, skirting the sweet spots on both sides, then away, up to his neck, down to his backside. Aeron worked his hips with the motion of it, edging forward a little more.
    Tam's teeth scraped at his neck, down, down to his shoulder. He bit, sucked. His fingers swept around that sensitive place again, and Aeron gave a plaintive, "Yes, there."
    Fingers brushed the spot on either side at the same time, and Aeron's wings shuddered. His skin tightened, his balls tingled. His cock leaked, and he rubbed the sticky wetness between them so they slid against each other smoothly. Fingers again, this time more heavily, tarrying so the shudder went through his wings and up his spine. "Again," he said— huffed, breathed. Once more, lingering, circling, exploring, pressing. Aeron's back arched, and the stars exploded.
    It lasted a while and made quite a mess, but most of Aeron's sex had hit Tammas' belly or cock. When he could see again, Aeron sat up on his knees, shook out his wings, and buried his face in Tam's lap.
    "Wha—?" Tammas began, but his mouth snapped closed when Aeron cupped his balls and started licking him clean.
    Cock first. The belly, though tempting, would have to wait. Aeron liked the fuzz, but he wasn't so sure about licking it.
    Tammas leaned back on one hand, running the other through Aeron's hair. "Fuck. I don't— I don't believe..."
    Aeron fluttered his wings in indignation. He thought of asking if he looked like a figment of someone's imagination, and very few things gave him more pleasure than a sarcastic comment. But at present, his mouth was completely, and even more pleasantly, occupied.
    CHAPTER 4
    A still-naked Tammas sat at the edge of his own bed, where Aeron already sprawled on his stomach.
    Aeron hid his smirk in the pillow and made a show of stretching his back, legs, arms, and then his wings. He pretended not to see Tam licking his lips and watching. Squirming.
    Then, and only then, did Aeron say, "Are you coming, or do you prefer your blanket by the fire?"
    Tam smiled and slipped into bed.
    Aeron moved nearer, fingers going directly to the (recently scrubbed) trail at Tam's flat lower belly. It was nicer this way, anyhow— not just for the petting. The evenings were much colder than the days, and Aeron couldn't stand the blanket over his wings.
    Tam was always warm. And he smelled nice, too.
    "I have to tell you something, Aeron."
    He sighed. "All we have done for two sevendays is talk. I thought we were finally making progress. Can you tell me tomorrow?"
    Tam smiled again, but hesitated. "Okay. Then... good night?"
    "Yes, Tam. Very good night."
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    "We shouldn't have done that," Tam said.
    Aeron cocked an eyebrow and tugged at his irritating breeches. "Done what?"
    "The—" Tam flushed. "The naked thing."
    Aeron rolled his eyes and extended his feelers, taking in the forest. He wanted a distraction if they were going to have one of these conversations, and feeling for new, interesting, or useful plants would be just the thing. "This is why we shouldn't talk so much. Your mind wraps around itself; it's very hard to make sense of it. This is not my first language, you know." And then, in his own tongue, " Idiot ."
    "You're— you're bound to me."
    "Yes, don't remind me."
    Tammas sighed. "So what if I made you do that?"
    Aeron sighed back, but more at the dearth of interesting plants nearby than anything else. "We must be remembering it differently. I thought I tore off all your ridiculous clothes and sucked on your—"
    "But what if it was just be— because I wanted you to."
    Aeron