Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

still nice to lick, as he'd discovered. He rolled them against his palm and pressed the tips of his fingers backward, rubbing the darker, more sensitive skin behind them.
    Tammas closed his eyes and lifted his backside again, moaning. His thighs parted farther, opening him up.
    He was always pretty, with those serious black eyes and full lips and fine body. But this willing need in him pushed that appeal above and beyond, so demandingly, painfully pretty that Aeron ached just looking at him. His blood rushed and sang and burned all through him, but especially between his legs. His wings fluttered, excited, wanting. He worked his fingers backward, found Tam's hole, used two fingertips to circle and play with it.
    Tammas chewed his lower lip and sighed. When Aeron wiggled a fingertip just up inside him, Tam's back arched, and his cock dribbled onto his belly.
    Aeron wouldn't even have to touch it; he could make him come just like this, if he wanted. He loved that idea so much, it made him feel so dizzy and hot, that he almost couldn't stop himself doing it right there and then.
    But he could do better than that. "Do you have something to make it slippery?"
    Tam rolled out of bed, stumbled to his table, and returned with one of his small bottles of oil. He didn't ask what Aeron had in mind, he just poured a little into his palm, sat back down where he had been, and started stroking, slicking Aeron's cock.
    Aeron swayed forward, wings fluttering, but too lazily to keep him upright. He rested his forehead against Tam's and sighed into his lips, thrilling in his eager grip. "You like to have it inside you?"
    Tam grunted something that sounded almost like, "Yes. You?"
    "It's good."
    "Uh-huh."
    Satisfied that no one would be unpleasantly surprised by what came next, Aeron pushed Tammas flat on his back again and scooted up on his knees, between Tam's thighs, which he arranged over his own. The lack of wings really was convenient; perhaps he ought to have found a mortal to play with ages ago. Then again, maybe not, since surely none were so perfect as Tam.
    When he first worked into him, Aeron discovered yet more perfection: Tam was hot, hotter than anyone else he'd ever been inside. His skin was always warm, but the heat inside him, the way it fit around him so tight, made Aeron swell so that he felt dizzy again. Tam let out a deep breath and relaxed a little, his knees falling out to the sides farther, and reached up with one hand.
    Aeron leaned forward, wings buzzing, forcing Tam's backside up as he went. He planted a hand on either side of Tam's torso and rolled his hips in. Tammas moaned and arched under him, winding a hand in his hair, now he could reach. His cock pressed into Aeron's belly as he leaned lower still, until they came together tight, front-to-front. Tam kissed his forehead, his hair. At this angle it was easy for Aeron to rock his hips and push all the way up, deep inside him. Tam groaned again, and it dissolved into, "Oh, fuck."
    "Good?" Aeron gasped. He didn't mean to keep rocking his hips, but it burned so hot and tight and he wanted it so much—
    "Mmm, gods. So good." Or something like that.
    Aeron moaned in agreement. He worked with his thighs and stomach, in and out, harder and harder. Tam lifted, relaxing into the rhythm, then squeezing with him. Aeron buried his face in his shoulder, inhaled faint evergreen and lemon and spicy soapfoam, cheek and lips brushing soft hair. He thought of Tam's tormented cock, fat and leaking against his belly, and how much he wanted to give it the best explosion it ever had. Tammas was so ready for it, he soon began bucking harder and moaning louder. Aeron thrust faster, more forcefully, so his balls smacked into the split of Tam's ass beneath him each time, so his own cock was quickly on the edge of both bliss and numbness.
    "Ohhhh. Oh— oh, yes. Gods, yes." One of Tam's hands found the sweet spot just beneath Aeron's wing joint and fingered it, at first tickling, then rubbing.
    Fire raced through Aeron's blood, bliss-numbness close after it, through his limbs, his wings, into his head. He couldn't, not yet, not while Tam was still—
    "Fuck, yesssss!" Tam arched hard, his ass squeezing tight, his cock spurting hot and wet between them, all over them. He rocked back and forth, encouraging Aeron to keep going, stretch the feeling out, get every last drop of sweetness out of it, satisfied, throaty cries expressing the moment perfectly.
    All it took was one last flick