60 - Better Than a Warbird

Wer held still, waiting with that incredible self control of his.  One of the hundreds of things Ky admired Werfas for was his discipline.  He swallowed hard and then, before he could change his mind, opened his mouth and tickled one of Wer’s dry, dusty fingertips with the point of his tongue.

He yelped and shuddered but didn’t snatch his hand away. His hand was on Ky’s wrist, the other ghosted onto his hip.  Neither snatched but their heat was there.  Kyrus set his free hand on Wer’s chest, felt the springy mat of hair there.  “Let’s... find out... how wingbrothers become lovers then?”

“Only if you’re sure.” His fingers, on Wer’s chest, vibrated with his voice as he answered.

“How on the planet are you actually still talking if you’re so lust crazed?” Ky couldn’t help blurting out.

“Talking?” Werfas’s fingers dug into Ky’s side and held onto his other wrist and suddenly it was tickling, which led to shrieking, half muffled laughter and then hands all over in the dark until they both had hold of each other.  “There,” was all Wer said.  “First... just... like...”

“Oh, endarkened, don’t you dare... let go!”  They thrust and rocked into each other’s hands, and then their mouths opened as Wer bent his head to Ky’s raised face.

“It... it doesn’t... fakkin’.... matter as ... long... as... there’s –“

“C...c...cc...aring!” Kyrus finished his sentence before kissing him again. Caring it was caring in his hands. Wer cared.  Kyrus knew that he cared and was cared for and cared in turn... it was... good... oh... Werfas shifted his hand and covered his head... already moist... with his thumb and it was so good and warm and oooh! He’d missed... missed Hara and his own hand was wrapped around.  Wer’s penis was thick, but not enormously long. It... he... felt good and he shuddered and slowed down his frantic thrusting, biting on the inside of his lip.  There... there... he pulled back from Werfas

“Ye...hey!”

“Shhh.  Let me show you something...” It was something he suddenly wanted to share.  He pressed his fingers firmly into the roots of Werfas’s testicles as he engulfed the tip of his penis with his mouth.  Werfas was hot against the insides of his lips and he held his mouth still while he stroked his wingbrother's penis with both hands.  Werfas spasmed and his hands opened and Ky grinned even without letting go his lips and pressure of his tongue.

“Oh... oh... ancestors ancestors ancestors.” Werfas’s voice was a chant with the tremors running all over his body as he bucked his hips.  The bedsack was slipping so that their heated, suddenly sweating space cooled as the night cold found its way in the edges, but it felt good.

Kyrus took a deep breath and let Wer all the way into his mouth, smoothly, quickly, grasping around his hips to pull him deep into his mouth, careful of his teeth and felt the beginning of his orgasm from his quivering legs, up into his hands and flooding his mouth.  He had his eyes clenched shut and rode out Wer’s bucking, suddenly, wildly, pleased and excited, wondering at himself.  It’s not the kind of skill you shout from the rooftops in Lainz.  You don’t advertise how good you are in bed with men.  But it feels good, even though I’m supposed to be ashamed of it.  And Wer... you’re wonderful.  It feels so good to feel how deeply I’ve touched you.

He let Werfas slide out of his mouth and wiped his lips on his skin, slowly, savouring the quivering response from his wingbrother.  “I bet you didn’t think I could do that,” he said.

“But... but... um...” With a huge sigh, Werfas rolled them over until he cradled Ky in his arms, kissing him till he was dizzy.   

“Your turn.”

“But... um... but...”

“Sharing.” Was all Wer said before he in turn slid down to take Ky’s penis in his mouth.  He’d softened and shrunk but Werfas pulled him into his mouth entire and held him there, tonguing him until he hardened and swelled up.

“Oh... oh... oh...” it was just so generous.  Oltarios had shared his hands but never his mouth.  Kyrus had found, with Hara, how hot and sweet it was to have someone enjoying sucking on him and Werfas’s mouth... was bigger and his tongue more insistent and and oooh... oh.  Werfas had him around the waist and was big enough to grasp one of his ankles with his other hand.  He clutched and found his fingers clenched in Wer’s hair.  He could feel him starting to laugh as he as he as he... “Oh, enlightened owners!”

The shocks echoed through him, through the taste of Werfas’s semen on his tongue and his kisses and their sweat... it wasn’t wrong.  Caring.  He cared for Werfas.  Werfas cared for him.  It didn’t mean ownership or anything like that.

As Werfas slid up and they wrapped their arms around each other, settling the bedsack to straighten out the fearful wrinkles they’d damped into it, Ky smiled in the dark.  “There.  Now wasn’t that better than your warbird?”

Werfas froze for a second then tried to smother his belly laugh against Kyrus’s shoulder but he just couldn’t quiet himself and Kyrus’s higher giggle along with it earned them another bellow from the next bed over.  “Will you two young idiots shut up and let people sleep?  We’re riding before sunrise so shut the fak up!”