Moon Flower

“God, yes,” Azriel replied.

Galen held his breath when Mr. Blackburn said, “Ask his permission.”

Azriel hesitated only briefly before his eyes met Galen’s. “Can I…touch you?”

Galen whimpered just hearing the request from this man who measured his words so carefully. “Please.”

“Stand and go to each other,” Mr. Blackburn ordered. “Touch the parts you find most pleasing.”

Galen could barely rise from the chair, his legs felt so wobbly with want and need. When they met in the center of the room, Galen grew shy again, but thankfully Azriel was already lifting a trembling hand toward him.

What he hadn’t expected was how affected he would be by Azriel’s touch. When his fingers feathered from his shoulder down to his wrist, they left a line of pinpricks in their wake. When he touched the center of his chest, Galen was sure Azriel could hear the steady thump of his heart. And even before his thumb traced over each of his nipples, they’d pebbled from anticipation alone. He moaned, resisting the urge to lean into Azriel and beg him to never stop.

“Azriel,” Mr. Blackburn asked, “would you like Galen to touch you as well?”

“Yes,” he whispered as their eyes met, heat blooming on both their faces.

Galen’s stomach flooded with butterflies at the desperation in his tone. He wasted no time reaching for Azriel’s jaw, feeling how chiseled it was under his fingers. He smoothed a path down his throat, where he felt Azriel’s Adam’s apple bob against the pad of his thumb. His skin was lined with gooseflesh, his stomach trembling when he finally reached it.

He’d never taken his time with anyone like this, and he found it very pleasing to discover how aroused Azriel seemed, his cock growing plumper before his very eyes.

“Just lovely.” Mr. Blackburn’s voice was filled with wonder, and Galen had to agree as his fingers gripped Azriel’s waist and the man moaned low in his throat.

“What would you like Galen to do now?”

Azriel’s neck splotched red. “I would like him to touch me…lower.”

“How much do you desire it? Tell him.”

Azriel did not try to disguise the raw longing in his gaze as their eyes met. “Very much.”

Galen’s hand moved from his waist to the top of Azriel’s thigh, his knuckles brushing the soft hair at his groin. He licked his lips, determined to make him feel good. He had given plenty of pleasure, but it was always because he had to, to survive. This didn’t feel the same. This felt like it was just for him, despite Mr. Blackburn being in the room. Like the gentleman was giving him a gift, while also getting something in return.

When Galen wound his hand around Azriel’s cock and heard him moan, his knees nearly buckled. He’d never been this aroused in his life, but as enticing as it was, he needed to keep his focus on the task before him.

“Tell me how it feels to touch him there.”

“His cock is warm and smooth,” Galen replied, tightening his fist. “It feels so good to stroke him and pleasure him.”

Azriel’s hand braced on Galen’s waist as if he needed to hold himself up or he would crumple to the floor, and Galen understood the sentiment all too well.

“What else?”

Azriel swayed, his eyes glassy and unfocused, his throat working to keep his noises to a minimum. And now Galen wanted nothing more than to watch him spill his seed. “I would very much like to make him spend.”

“Not yet,” Mr. Blackburn warned. “Perhaps Azriel would like to touch you as well.”

“May I?” Azriel asked in a roughened tone.

Galen nodded, unable to form words, and as soon as he felt Azriel’s warm palm wind around his cock, his brain melted from the overabundance of sensation—Azriel’s voice and touch and the feel of his eyes on him, admiring his form and wanting to please him, were enough to slay him. As he watched their hands working in unison, he didn’t think Azriel was doing this for show, or for Mr. Blackburn, and that was gratifying.

When he looked over at the gentleman, he saw that the placket of his pants was undone and his hand was working his bulge. Another mystery solved.

As they continued to mutually pleasure each other, Galen had the urge to crush their bodies together, to taste his hot skin. But he was already hanging by a thread, simultaneously needing to release all the built-up tension while also wanting this feeling to last forever.

He gasped the moment he felt Azriel’s body stiffen. “I’m going to…fuck, I cannot hold back any longer.”

Azriel’s forehead fell against Galen’s shoulder as he shuddered out his release, and Galen could feel his warm seed spurting over his knuckles. The feel of his mouth so close, his breath tickling his skin was Galen’s undoing. The room whited out as he soared above the clouds, feeling weightless in the moment.