Free Stone Rose by Megan Derr

otherwise quiet room. "You're evil."
    "So I have been told before," Midori murmured, pressing sucking kisses along Culebra's cock and then switching to nip at the soft inner skin of his thigh. Culebra whimpered when he abruptly withdrew. "You keep stopping, you slithering bastard."
    Midori burst out laughing and pressed a kiss to Culebra's stomach as he teasingly stroked his cock. "Do you have any oil?"
    "What—oh," Culebra said, annoyed with himself. He squirmed to a sitting position and turned around to crawl toward the bedside table—and nearly dropped the bottle of oil he pulled out of the drawer when Midori curved around him from behind, that wicked mouth sliding along his spine. He sucked on the back of Culebra's neck, cock rubbing against him in a promise of what was to come. "Here," he gasped out, thrusting the bottle backwards.
    Taking it, Midori withdrew and settled Culebra on his back one more, pressing a soft, almost tender kiss to his cheek right below where the bandages ended. That, more than anything else, took Culebra's breath away. He took another kissed, combing through Midori's hair, still marveling at how soft it was, the thickness of it nothing like his own fine strands.
    The smell of honeysuckle filled the room, and Culebra gasped as fingers teased at his entrance, touching him in a way that he had not been touched for entirely too long. It made him think—but he didn't want to think of them right then. His thoughts were only for Midori and his surprising gentleness, that evil, delicious patience.
    When he finally pushed one finger inside, Culebra was trembling with desire, one hand tangled in the sheets again, the other reaching for Midori. One finger soon became two, and by the time he pushed a third in Culebra could take no more, thighs aching with the strain of holding still. "Enough," he gasped out. "Fuck me."
    Midori let out a soft, ragged huff of laughter and withdrew his fingers. His hands, one smooth and dry, the other slick with oil, lifted his legs up to settle on Midori's shoulders. Then Midori's cock was finally pushing inside him, slowly at first, letting Culebra adjust. "I'm not going to break," Culebra bit out.
    "As I well know," Midori said, finally pushing all the way inside. He leaned down, bending Culebra in half, and took a quick, sharp kiss. "I've never met anyone less likely to break. But fine things are meant to be savored."
    "Savor harder," Culebra said.
    "Yes, highness," Midori said, and nipped at his lip before rearing back and giving Culebra the hard, deep fucking he'd been craving from the moment Midori had first touched him and spoken to him.
    He urged Midori on with ragged pleas and moans, digging his nails into those wonderful muscles, wishing he could see Midori's face, or stood a chance of understanding the descriptions given to him. But he couldn't, so he just focused on what he could have:  the smells of sweat and musk and come, the way their skin slid together, Midori's hand wrapping around his cock and stroking him off hard, the way he fell apart as he finally came, and the distant roar of Midori's shouting his name as he slammed into Culebra one more time before coming.
    Culebra whimpered when they finally stirred and Midori gingerly pulled out of his body, leaving a pleasant ache that Culebra had missed. He pressed a lazy kiss to Midori's chest, admiring how smooth it was. "Definitely worth getting in trouble tomorrow," he said, half the words overtaken by a yawn.
    "Definitely," Midori agreed.
    "Rest a bit, and I'll make it even more worthwhile," Culebra murmured and was asleep before he heard Midori's reply.
    He woke up sweaty, but pleasantly so because it had been too long since he'd slept alongside another person. Midori mad a soft, snorting noise, but then settled. Culebra smiled, mapping Midori's body with his hands, marveling at the sleek muscle, the smooth skin. He mouthed his way down, snickering softly at the noises the still-sleeping Midori made.
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