Wish Come True

By Silk

Declan loomed over Sey, like a charismatic Celtic warrior-god fallen to Earth, his long red curls trailing possessively over his bare shoulders like jealous lovers. He bent his head, intent on claiming his lover’s mouth, but just as he did, Sey gently pushed back. In moments, Declan lay on his back, Sey comfortably settled atop him.

At first, the loss of control bothered Declan, enough that he protested weakly. But Sey’s softly whispered “Ssh, love” reassured him and filled his spirit with such joy that he could not deny him.

His head fell back, exposing his pale throat as Sey’s lips found and caressed him. Drawing breath through barely clenched teeth, Declan whispered, “What are you doing to me?”

“Loving you.” Sey pressed a tender kiss to his chest. “Worshipping you.” Sey rubbed his mouth against Declan’s navel.

Declan grasped Sey by the hair and pulled him up to face him, his silver-grey eyes cloudy. “I’m just a man, Sey. It scares me to see you build me up this way.”

Sey shook his head. “I see you clearly enough, love. And all your faults just make me love you more.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Declan murmured against Sey’s mouth, stealing a kiss with a slowness that belied his hunger for him.

“Oh, yes, you do. There can never be anyone else for either one of us.” The seriousness of Sey’s vow was undercut a moment later by his soft chuckle. “Sorry, love. You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank God.” Declan wrapped his arms around him, the intensity of his embrace almost enough to crush.

Sey’s hands moved lovingly, almost gingerly over Declan’s face, as if mapping each feature for future reference. “There are so many things I want to say, but I’m not good with words. I just—I just love you so much.” Tears gathered in Sey’s eyes as if he were about to cry. Declan brushed a fingertip lightly under each eyelid, the tenderness of his touch nearly Sey’s undoing.

“Now where was I?” Sey whispered raggedly, his control ebbing.

Declan combed a hand through Sey’s hair, pushing it gently off his face. “You don’t have to do this.”

Sey smiled peacefully, an inner calm and conviction apparently centering him. “I know. But I want to.”

Sey lowered his head to kiss Declan and whispered against his mouth, “And you want me to.”

Declan groaned, his hands moving in slow circles across Sey’s back. “God help me, I love the taste of you, but yes, the feel of your mouth on me makes me—“

Sey cut him off with another kiss, this one more intense than the first. Declan’s fingers clenched and unclenched, intermittently tightening his grip on Sey’s hair. But Sey was beyond caring. He was committed to loving Declan the best way he knew how.

Sey pulled open the snap of his lover’s jeans and painstakingly lowered the zipper. Over the next few minutes, he managed to remove the rest of Declan’s clothing. Which admittedly wasn’t much.

Once Sey found the object of his desire, he nurtured it with wet, warm, open-mouthed kisses that traced their way up and down the length of Declan’s arousal. It grew, and as it grew, Sey took it deeper and deeper into the moist depths of his mouth. Beneath Sey, Declan quivered and shook as he struggled to maintain control over the rampant sexual feelings that his lover brought forth.

It was both love and lust. It was both war and peace. The conflict came into play where Declan fought the urge to bury himself in Sey’s mouth, aware that unbridled thrusting would cause his lover pain. But ironically, it was that very unrestrained movement that Sey sought. It was proof that Declan loved him to distraction because, for Declan, to lose control was something to be guarded against at all costs.

As Declan’s legs began to tremble, Sey began to work in earnest, knowing he had mere moments to bring his lover to completion.

“God…”

“Do you love me?”

“You know I do.”

“Do you trust me?”

“God, yes.”

“Then come, love. Show me how much you love me.”

“Oh…God…Sey!”

With a groan, he came, spilling his life essence into the honey mouth he loved above all else. “Jesus.”

His mouth already wet, Sey licked his lips, peering shyly at his lover. “You taste good.”

“Mmm…come here, baby.”

They kissed, their mouths meeting and merging into each other. “Give me all of your love.”

“You have it.”

“Mark me.”

“Declan, no.”

“Yesss,” he hissed, begging for the feel of his lover’s teeth grazing his neck.

“Everyone will see.”

“I know.”

“You got wicked when I wasn’t looking.”

“You’re always looking.”

Sey threw his head back and laughed. “You’re right.” Taking a deep breath, he sobered. “Acushla,” he whispered.

“Always and forever.”

End