And suddenly I’m looking up at the same dark angel I remember from that night at the Zenith party, feeling like that’s a thousand miles away from here.
That same raven tattoo along his forearm, with its dark wings.
And every inch of beautiful muscle adorning his body, while his eyes regard me like I’m something special.
Chosen, by him.
He slowly gets down on his knees to straddle me and I flip him over so that he’s the one with his back to the floor, and it’s as if his rabid fire is suddenly transferred to me.
I want to give him everything.
He pushes his fingers through my hair as I dip lower, moving down to his cock which is firm and waiting below, resting at the base of his abs.
I wrap my lips around his cock and take him deep, breathing in his familiar lightly spiced scent as I plunge lower.
We still don’t make sense, but the moment both of us broke through our walls there was no turning back.
Somehow, you became someone I could love.
As that word ripples through my mind, I’m flooded with heat.
Sev tugs at my hair, breathing as I flick my tongue under his tip, and it only makes me want to service his cock more. He was willing to do anything for me. He still is.
My own fierce protector, unleashed on the world.
“Needed you all fucking night, Weston,” he utters as I look up to catch his gaze. “Fuck,you’re perfect like this.”
I run my hands along his abs and up toward his chest, then slide my mouth down around his shaft.
I can feel his need to get off.
It’s something I’m growing attuned to, something I hope I can coax out of him every goddamn day of my life.
He’s bucking his hips up against me so hard that my nose is mashing up against the soft skin just above his cock. I grip his hips hard, and he brings one hand to rest gently at the front of my throat.
“I can feel it,” he utters. “Feel myself sliding into you. Every… fucking… movement.”
All I feel is pride.
He groans deeply as he feels my throat like that, and a moment later I feel the heat of his cum hit the back of my tongue as his entire body tenses.
There’s no other way to describe it, if it’s not love, I think, even now as I’m worshipping his cock and he uses my throat like it’s his prized possession.
I love it when he’s gentle, and I fucking love it when he’s rough.
I love every shade and facet of Sevan Berlant, including every side I thought I hated so much before.
And I love the way his body shudders, just a little, as I swallow around him, taking all of him inside me.
“Perfect,” he whispers again, this time with a faraway tone.
I slide off his cock slowly, my mouth feeling used in the best way. I give his slicked cock one little squeeze around the base and the last bit of cum spills from his slit, and I gently go back in to lick it away.
“All mine,” I tell him.
I move up a little on the floor, bringing my knees to either side of him and moving up to kiss him, and he doesn’t hesitate at all to slide his tongue on mine.
I moan into his mouth as I feel his fist close around my aching cock between us.