Page 22 of Infernal Vices

Sebastian’s eyes were closed as he revelled in the sensations caused by my teasing finger. His youthful prick was at a keen full stand, just like my own. “Open the jar of unguent for me,” I requested. Sebastian reached out blindly and his hand landed on the pot. He uncapped it and held it out for me. It contained a mixture of clove oil, camphor, and lavender. I remembered the pleasing burn and Sebastian had writhed so deliciously when we’d used it last night. I ceased my teasing and took a scoop of the unguent. Sebastian placed the cap back on the pot and put it down. I spread the salve around the dusky entrance to his channel and within seconds he was mewling in pleasure at the new slippery warming sensation of my finger at his passage.

I once overheard a crude fellow well in his cups insist that ‘the pleasure of pushing brown is worth a hundred cunnies’. I had never once wanted to take my pleasure in a woman by the back or front door. I was a back door man, make no mistake, and my attraction was all for men. This fixed belief was ever strengthened by the vision of Sebastian, his pale thighs spread, permitting me entrance to his most secret place. When his body relaxed and permitted my finger to penetrate, we both gasped.

“Another, push another inside,” Sebastian pleaded. I did as directed. Sebastian danced and writhed upon my crooked digits, canting his sharp boned hips to direct me to his precious inner nub. Now that he was suitably stretched, I removed my fingers to a moan of disappointment.

“I shall be inside you as soon as I coat my prick.” I removed the screw top of the oil of olive bottle, Sebastian offered me his open palm, and I poured the oil into it. He fisted my shaft, spreading the oil until I was glistening from root to tip.

“Enough,” I ordered, I could not wait any longer. “Lift your legs to your chest.” Sebastian did as directed easing his knees up, pushing his buttocks out. The erotic sight was splendid. I knelt in front of him, delivered my crown to his entrance, and pushed in. Sebastian cried out and with a rough grunt at the heady, tight sensation, I slid inside, the penetration far easier than I expected on the first thrust.

I took a hold of Sebastian’s knees and encouraged him to wrap his legs around my waist. This allowed me to lie atop him, chest to chest, to kiss him, and watch his every expression as we began our journey into passionate seas.

I was still shocked at the difference in this act with one I loved. Each frantic, sweaty thrust joined us anew. The intimacy, the giving, and receiving, my beloved’s pleasure more important than my own.

I was well into a mechanical pumping rhythm when Sebastian suddenly rolled us over and straddled me as if I was a stallion and he my rider. He rose majestically and eased himself down so my cockhead hit the blissful nub. My hands gripped his hips and I canted up to meet him on his downward thrust. We found a galloping rhythm. I grunted, the sound, almost animalistic, as Sebastian impaled himself again and again on my prick. When my crisis arrived for this second time I called out a warning before I erupted into the hot wet heat of my lover’s body, fulfilling his wish. He moved his hips like a piston and I continued my upward assault until the pearly shower painted his flat belly and marked a line of sparking seed in the dark hair on my chest.

Sweaty, he slumped on top of me as we panted to regain our breath, and then together we laughed. The intensity of our lovemaking was spectacular. I wrapped my arms around my love, and glassy eyed, I looked over at my cabinet where the carving on the Staff of Asklepios had been returned. The shaft glowed as if it had joined us in our lovemaking and was as replete. I shuddered at the arcane nature of the object, feeling the threads of connection to knowledge I could not yet translate.

“It is far too cold to sleep on the floor,” Sebastian mumbled, his face pressed to my chest.

“Agreed. Come, we shall find comfort in my bed tonight,” I said, still a little unnerved by the eerie way the Greek phallus glowed.

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