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wasn't it? He wasn't sure. It had been so long since such emotions held him in their grasp.
The call of another soul to be taken rippled through him. He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay like this forever. The call grew louder but there was still time, and dawn was on the rise.
He kissed Robert's back and felt him stir awake. Simon eased his grip around him and Robert turned to face him with sleepy eyes, not quite awake.
Simon found his lips, kissing him, working his way down his chest. He wanted to taste him before he had to go. Give him something pleasurable to start his morning.
His lips slid down the firm muscles of Robert's stomach, his cock coming to life with morning needs. Simon moved slowly, running his tongue over Robert's cock and balls, kissing the inside of his thigh, before wrapping his lips around his firm shaft.
A groan escaped Robert, the sound like music. He sucked the stiff cock in his mouth, caressing Robert's balls and teasing his entry. The rich musk of him filled every breath. Robert's breath grew quick as Simon swallowed him down, taking every last inch into him. He paused a moment to wet his fingers and eased them inside before taking him in his mouth again.
Robert's gasp of pleasure filled the air as Simon found that spot just inside, rubbing and sucking, quickening his pace.
The rise of Robert's balls was so enticing that Simon sucked harder, wanting to taste him. He moved his fingers, fucking him harder. Fingers tangled in his hair and hips rocked into his pace. The rush of warmth in his mouth, a taste so unique to Robert, that he savored every drop. With a last, gentle squeeze to his balls, he milked the last drops and moved up to kiss Robert's lips.
With a hum of pleasure, Robert devoured the lingering taste from his lips.
"Damn, what a way to wake up,” Robert rasped, his breath still heavy.
Simon grinned down at him. “I would wake you like that every day if I could."
"How'd you sleep?"
"I don't."
Robert's eyes looked distant for a moment. “Do you think this can work?"
"I don't know, but I need to go. I've put it off too long as it is,” Simon said and winced as the nagging ripple through his nerves started to grow painful.
"Are you okay?"
"It's just a call. Souls are like children, demanding to be taken when the time comes. The whimper becomes a cry, and the cry becomes a bone vibrating scream,” Simon said.
"Painful?"
"Incredibly so.” He sat up and kissed Robert before slipping from the bed to get dressed. “I'll be back as soon as I can."
Simon stepped out of Robert's apartment a few minutes later. The familiar creeping chill of another close by set his teeth on edge. Frowning he went to the bus stop and waited. Buses were quicker than walking and often stopped for passengers.
A few seconds later he watched as Reaper walked down the street and stopped at the bus stop beside him.
"Tsk-tsk. This is really not looking good for you,” Reaper said.
Simon shot him a dark look. “Stay away from him."
"You told me you were going to put him back on track and what did you do? You grew emotionally involved. Worse still, he made the request."
"He didn't mean it. He doesn't understand—"
"Does that really matter?"
"Yes."
"No. It doesn't. You did this to him. He made the request. You must honor it now,” Reaper said. “We all have rules to live by."
Simon bit back the ache in his chest. “He didn't mean it."
"Of course he did. They always mean it. Not dying sounds so delicious to a mortal until they find themselves stuck with it.” Reaper stared off into the distance. “Three days. You have three days."
The bus stopped to let off a few passengers and Simon climbed aboard, relieved to be away from Reaper. He had to find a way to change Robert's mind before it was too late. The idea of dooming him to this existence sent a shudder of panic through him. Never seen, always drawn to their next assignment, never really being a part of the world.... He couldn't
The call of another soul to be taken rippled through him. He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay like this forever. The call grew louder but there was still time, and dawn was on the rise.
He kissed Robert's back and felt him stir awake. Simon eased his grip around him and Robert turned to face him with sleepy eyes, not quite awake.
Simon found his lips, kissing him, working his way down his chest. He wanted to taste him before he had to go. Give him something pleasurable to start his morning.
His lips slid down the firm muscles of Robert's stomach, his cock coming to life with morning needs. Simon moved slowly, running his tongue over Robert's cock and balls, kissing the inside of his thigh, before wrapping his lips around his firm shaft.
A groan escaped Robert, the sound like music. He sucked the stiff cock in his mouth, caressing Robert's balls and teasing his entry. The rich musk of him filled every breath. Robert's breath grew quick as Simon swallowed him down, taking every last inch into him. He paused a moment to wet his fingers and eased them inside before taking him in his mouth again.
Robert's gasp of pleasure filled the air as Simon found that spot just inside, rubbing and sucking, quickening his pace.
The rise of Robert's balls was so enticing that Simon sucked harder, wanting to taste him. He moved his fingers, fucking him harder. Fingers tangled in his hair and hips rocked into his pace. The rush of warmth in his mouth, a taste so unique to Robert, that he savored every drop. With a last, gentle squeeze to his balls, he milked the last drops and moved up to kiss Robert's lips.
With a hum of pleasure, Robert devoured the lingering taste from his lips.
"Damn, what a way to wake up,” Robert rasped, his breath still heavy.
Simon grinned down at him. “I would wake you like that every day if I could."
"How'd you sleep?"
"I don't."
Robert's eyes looked distant for a moment. “Do you think this can work?"
"I don't know, but I need to go. I've put it off too long as it is,” Simon said and winced as the nagging ripple through his nerves started to grow painful.
"Are you okay?"
"It's just a call. Souls are like children, demanding to be taken when the time comes. The whimper becomes a cry, and the cry becomes a bone vibrating scream,” Simon said.
"Painful?"
"Incredibly so.” He sat up and kissed Robert before slipping from the bed to get dressed. “I'll be back as soon as I can."
Simon stepped out of Robert's apartment a few minutes later. The familiar creeping chill of another close by set his teeth on edge. Frowning he went to the bus stop and waited. Buses were quicker than walking and often stopped for passengers.
A few seconds later he watched as Reaper walked down the street and stopped at the bus stop beside him.
"Tsk-tsk. This is really not looking good for you,” Reaper said.
Simon shot him a dark look. “Stay away from him."
"You told me you were going to put him back on track and what did you do? You grew emotionally involved. Worse still, he made the request."
"He didn't mean it. He doesn't understand—"
"Does that really matter?"
"Yes."
"No. It doesn't. You did this to him. He made the request. You must honor it now,” Reaper said. “We all have rules to live by."
Simon bit back the ache in his chest. “He didn't mean it."
"Of course he did. They always mean it. Not dying sounds so delicious to a mortal until they find themselves stuck with it.” Reaper stared off into the distance. “Three days. You have three days."
The bus stopped to let off a few passengers and Simon climbed aboard, relieved to be away from Reaper. He had to find a way to change Robert's mind before it was too late. The idea of dooming him to this existence sent a shudder of panic through him. Never seen, always drawn to their next assignment, never really being a part of the world.... He couldn't
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