Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore 1)

“I want to be with you forever.”

Emil’s desperate little gasp, the way his brows furrowed, and how he wouldn’t even blink, too focused on meeting Adam’s gaze told Adam all about the depth of emotion in his lover.

“We’ll make it work,” Emil whispered, kissing him again, and as Adam’s toes curled in response to the intimate touch between his buttocks, he imagined them riding Jinx together, Adam working at the stables, their tiny apartment somewhere in the peaceful Bielany district. A picture-perfect life they could share.

Despite this barely being Adam’s second time under Emil, his body was eager as if it had already gotten addicted to this, and he moaned at the touch of Emil’s fingers insistently rubbing his hole.

“We must,” Adam said, crippled by the anxiety of having to leave Emil behind. Adam wouldn’t stand for it. They would leave Dybukowo together, so that Emil would never have to spend another lonely hour in this godforsaken place. “We met for a reason. I can feel it.”

His body felt ripe, ready for plucking, and he opened his thighs wider, grabbing Emil’s hand and pulling it closer, until one of the digits popped in. He groaned his pleasure into Emil’s lips, and there was no more room left for waiting.

Emil’s eyes widened, his movements grew more erratic as he drove his finger in, then another, and kept up a steady rhythm that left no doubt about the fact that they were indeed fucking. But Adam wasn’t a man of the cloth right now. He was a man of the flesh.

“It’s gonna feel so good,” Emil mumbled against Adam’s cheek, scratching him with stubble.

“I want you to tell me as it happens. What does my body do to you?” Adam whispered, grinding his hips against Emil’s hand as the friction at the entrance to his hole turned into red hot flames. He wanted more. Wanted Emil’s cock inside him, no matter how much he’d feared it just last night. It was as if an invisible chain in his mind had been shattered, leaving space for all the freedom they wanted.

Emil's pupils went wider, and Adam could sense something opened up in him as well before his lover even said a word. “You make me lose humanity. With you I’m just a beast who wants to drive deep inside its mate.” His nostrils flared, and he pulled out his fingers, climbing on top of Adam and folding him in two. His cock was already dripping pre-cum when it slipped over Adam’s eager opening. “I want to mark you. I want you flushed, moaning, and begging for cock. It sounds so illicit coming from you.”

The air Adam breathed in was like the sweet fumes of hell. He grabbed Emil’s head and forced it down until their lips met while he rubbed his ass against the hard cock. Everything about this moment was primal, as if they were the only beings left in this vast wilderness that existed to serve them. And when Emil grabbed his cock at the base, ready to enter, Adam realized there was no place more fitting for this than this fertile forest swarming with life.

A single push was enough for Emil’s cockhead to breach the tight channel, and even though it caused mild discomfort, Adam welcomed the sting with open arms. He wanted it to feel intense, and if the whole spectrum of the experience came with a bit of pain, then so be it. He returned the favor by biting Emil’s lips.

“Yes,” he whispered, arching his back off the blanket, only to drop when the thick length pushed on, opening him. There wasn’t much force to its glide, but the farther in it went, the shallower Adam’s breath became, until he clung to Emil, neck twisted back as he gasped, experiencing pleasure incomparable to what he’d felt the first time.

In the present, he’d made a choice and took responsibility for all it implied. If the sex satisfied the demon inside him, then so be it, but this moment was for him and Emil. They were together the way they were supposed to be, and Adam wouldn’t dream of fighting it anymore.

Emil grabbed Adam’s thigh, holding him in place despite both of them knowing Adam wouldn’t be going anywhere before he got his fill. Their lips met again in a hurried, greedy kiss that fueled Emil’s excitement, making him move with more vigor.

Adam looked up at him, relishing the long locks cascading down Emil’s arm to caress Adam’s face as they moved in a slow yet firm rhythm. He was overwhelmed by the sense of fullness, but each thrust eased something inside him, making him less tense, less afraid of the unknown. There were issues he needed to deal with if he wanted to be with Emil, truly be with him, but those could wait, because all that mattered now was the confirmation of their love.