prevent the case of blue balls he could feel coming on.
What had started out as innocent comfort at the beginning of their trip to ease the man’s worries had quickly escalated to a constant need to hold him, touch him. The power he felt in the trust that Kyle had willingly given to him was more intoxicating than anything he’d previously experienced. Whereas most people had a tendency to grow jaded and cynical under the kind of abuse the young man had endured, Kyle contained a quality of purity that was as stimulating as it was sweet.
Kyle straightened and closed the oven, then began whisking a concoction in a large, ceramic bowl. His narrow hips swayed vigorously from side to side in time with his beats and Lucas groaned. Lust warred with self-loathing and he made a beeline for the living room. He was not such an animal that he would give in to his sexual urges for a pretty face. It was the emotions behind that face that clawed at his rigid control.
No wonder Craig had been so possessive over the younger man. Kyle was not only small and beautiful, but a natural submissive. Lucas had recognised it in him the first time he’d set eyes on the man. Such a combination was sought after by humans and Tsielen alike. It was also often devoured and destroyed like every other precious commodity both species could get their hands on. How Kyle had managed to come away with his spirit intact was beyond him, but he fully intended to keep it that way.
Even if it meant denying himself the pleasures Kyle promised with his sultry eyes and seductive body.
Taking a couple of wine glasses and a bottle of cabernet from his liquor cabinet, he poured them each a drink. He put Schubert in the CD player on low volume then took a seat on the couch while ruminating on how easy it had been to sacrifice his solitude for the little wisp of a man in his kitchen. His experiences in sharing his home with someone had been limited to those occasional times when he’d worn a one-night fling to exhaustion, offering them a spare room to sleep in until morning. With Kyle, though, the peace of solitude had been replaced by pleasant companionship.
Several minutes later, Kyle came out of the kitchen with two steaming plates in his hands. Lucas took one and set it on the coffee table in front of him, glorying in the aroma and presentation of the food on his dish. “This smells wonderful. What it is?”
Kyle sent him a shy smile before taking his own seat a few feet over. “Chicken Cordon Bleu with cornbread stuffing and steamed spinach. Dessert is in the oven.”
“Damn, kid. Where the hell did you learn to cook like this?”
Lucas caught the spark of anger that flitted across Kyle’s face before he looked away. A few seconds later, Kyle looked back with an expression of fierce determination. Without preamble, the man launched himself at Lucas. Jean-clad legs straddled his waist while the brunt of Kyle’s collision pushed Lucas back onto the leather cushions behind him. Kyle wound thin arms around his neck as his plush lips crushed against his. Momentary shock gave way when a wet, seeking tongue brushed along his upper lip, and the offering became more than he could resist.
He grasped the young man’s pelvis and ground it against his rock-hard erection, grunting at the jolt of arousal that shot up his spine. Sucking in Kyle’s questing tongue, he bit the tip gently before plunging in, seeking out every crevice he could reach inside the hot mouth. It tasted of the sweet aromas that filled the air with a faint touch of pumpkin.
Lucas’ cock pulsed and jumped when Kyle threaded his fingers through his short hair and increased the urgency of their kiss. It was then Lucas realised the man was trying to prove a point. He prided himself on being able to spot a submissive or dominant out of a crowd, and this behaviour was far beyond what he deduced came naturally to Kyle.
With a Herculean amount of effort, he pulled Kyle back and saw his suspicions
What had started out as innocent comfort at the beginning of their trip to ease the man’s worries had quickly escalated to a constant need to hold him, touch him. The power he felt in the trust that Kyle had willingly given to him was more intoxicating than anything he’d previously experienced. Whereas most people had a tendency to grow jaded and cynical under the kind of abuse the young man had endured, Kyle contained a quality of purity that was as stimulating as it was sweet.
Kyle straightened and closed the oven, then began whisking a concoction in a large, ceramic bowl. His narrow hips swayed vigorously from side to side in time with his beats and Lucas groaned. Lust warred with self-loathing and he made a beeline for the living room. He was not such an animal that he would give in to his sexual urges for a pretty face. It was the emotions behind that face that clawed at his rigid control.
No wonder Craig had been so possessive over the younger man. Kyle was not only small and beautiful, but a natural submissive. Lucas had recognised it in him the first time he’d set eyes on the man. Such a combination was sought after by humans and Tsielen alike. It was also often devoured and destroyed like every other precious commodity both species could get their hands on. How Kyle had managed to come away with his spirit intact was beyond him, but he fully intended to keep it that way.
Even if it meant denying himself the pleasures Kyle promised with his sultry eyes and seductive body.
Taking a couple of wine glasses and a bottle of cabernet from his liquor cabinet, he poured them each a drink. He put Schubert in the CD player on low volume then took a seat on the couch while ruminating on how easy it had been to sacrifice his solitude for the little wisp of a man in his kitchen. His experiences in sharing his home with someone had been limited to those occasional times when he’d worn a one-night fling to exhaustion, offering them a spare room to sleep in until morning. With Kyle, though, the peace of solitude had been replaced by pleasant companionship.
Several minutes later, Kyle came out of the kitchen with two steaming plates in his hands. Lucas took one and set it on the coffee table in front of him, glorying in the aroma and presentation of the food on his dish. “This smells wonderful. What it is?”
Kyle sent him a shy smile before taking his own seat a few feet over. “Chicken Cordon Bleu with cornbread stuffing and steamed spinach. Dessert is in the oven.”
“Damn, kid. Where the hell did you learn to cook like this?”
Lucas caught the spark of anger that flitted across Kyle’s face before he looked away. A few seconds later, Kyle looked back with an expression of fierce determination. Without preamble, the man launched himself at Lucas. Jean-clad legs straddled his waist while the brunt of Kyle’s collision pushed Lucas back onto the leather cushions behind him. Kyle wound thin arms around his neck as his plush lips crushed against his. Momentary shock gave way when a wet, seeking tongue brushed along his upper lip, and the offering became more than he could resist.
He grasped the young man’s pelvis and ground it against his rock-hard erection, grunting at the jolt of arousal that shot up his spine. Sucking in Kyle’s questing tongue, he bit the tip gently before plunging in, seeking out every crevice he could reach inside the hot mouth. It tasted of the sweet aromas that filled the air with a faint touch of pumpkin.
Lucas’ cock pulsed and jumped when Kyle threaded his fingers through his short hair and increased the urgency of their kiss. It was then Lucas realised the man was trying to prove a point. He prided himself on being able to spot a submissive or dominant out of a crowd, and this behaviour was far beyond what he deduced came naturally to Kyle.
With a Herculean amount of effort, he pulled Kyle back and saw his suspicions
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