Exton

The water drips from his body in slow rivulets as Keon walks across his bedroom to his closet. Pale arms encircle his waist as he pulls clothes from the hanging bar. A hand slips lower, wrapping around his half-mast cock. A warm deep voice murmurs in his ear.

"If you take the Path from Sheriwellyn Way, you will be back at your Human Realm headquarters in no time. Five minutes more is all I ask."

Keon's head falls back as the hand tightens, stroking him harder. His cock rises, firming under the talented touch. He moans as warm flesh presses against the curve of his ass.

"I can't get back up, but I can make sure you leave satisfied..." Kisses trail softly along the width of a well-muscled shoulder. Teeth sink in, just hard enough to hurt, not break skin, and Keon jerks hard. "You are already so close to the edge. It won't take long."

Long fingers caress slowly, nails dragging across midnight black abs. "Sit. The armless chair. Tell me what you want. Mouth or ass... or both."

Keon lets himself be drawn to the chair. Lowering onto the seat, he spreads his legs. A tall thin Sidhe kneels between the open thighs, seagreen hair gliding over Keon's lap as he lowers his face to kiss the tip of the Dark Lord's turgid shaft. The hair slides through Keon's fingers, a silken wave. His hands wrap in the strands, gripping tight.

"Open your mouth Gil. Suck my cock. I want to feel your teeth glide as you swallow me." Keon moans as Gil obliges. The other Fae's palm cups Keon's balls and long fingers push their way up his ass. Keon bucks, forcing himself deeper into Gil's throat. The pale skinned fae moans, making Keon buck again.

Bobbing his head, Gil begins to suck hard, drawing Keon nearly out, until the Dark Lord forces the hot mouth back down his black cock. It isn't long before Keon is fighting to keep control.

"Up..." Keon yanks the green hair, getting a moan of pleasured pain." Get that tight ass up here."

Reluctantly the Sidhe rises. Keon holds his cock steady as the other man lowers himself over his lap. He stills when the cock head slides along the sensitive area behind his balls. Keon uses a finger to find the tight pucker of Gil's ass and teases. The green-maned Sidhe arches, trembling as a finger pries him open. Keon raises his hips, pressing the head of his cock against the tight opening. Gil moans and follows as Keon lowers his hips. Cockhead embedded, keon grips Gil's hips, holding him still until the Fae writhes, trying for more.

"You are such a slut Gil..."

Gil stares down at Keon. "We both needed this... Stop teasing... let me fuck myself on your cock." Keon grins and shoves hard, forcing Gil down. The Fae throws back his head and screams as his feet slip and Keon's hard shaft spears deep. Feet finding purchase, the pale Sidhe rocks, leaning forward to change angle and thrust himself back and forth, reaming himself on Keon's hard length. His now hard cock slides along Keon's pelvis and the Dark Lord grips it hard.

The man jerks hard, muscles contracting around Keon's hardness. Keon tugs hard and Gil's muscles clamp down again. His moan causes Keon to squirm, screwing his cock deeper into Gil's ass. Keon scrapes his nails along the sensitive flesh of Gil's balls. The Sidhe shudders, muscles milking the cock in his ass. Keon shudders and growls, ramming upward, impaling Gil deeply. With a howl, Keon cums, spurting deeply up Gil's bowels. The pale Sidhe shudders at each jet and clamps hard, Keon feels the ball in his hand pull up tight. He rolls his hips, grinding deeper and Gil explodes, cumming again. His hot seed sprays over Keon's abs. Both men lean back, Ke against the chair, Gil propped up by his hands on Keon's knees.

"You need to go find your human. I need to get back to work." he rises slowly, moaning as he feels Keon's now deflated cock slide from his sore ass. He leans forward, kissing Keon gently. "Look me up when you get back. If you need an orgy, you know I can arrange it, Go shower, mate. I'll grab you some clothes."

Keon takes a quick rinse. By the time he returns to the bedroom, Gil is gone. His gear is laid out, as if Gil had never left his side. Sliding his sword belt in place, Keon mounts his stallion. He knew the Path Gil had mentioned would bring him out close to the Tavern. When the Path finally ended at the Crossing, Keon made a wish to find Ron well... The Veil opened, and Keon rode through to the back lot of the Tavern.