Moon Flower

He wished he could read Azriel better, but all he saw was that interesting mix of sapphire and emerald with streaks of magenta in the very center.

Just as their eyes met, Mr. Blackburn’s voice startled him. “Undress each other, please.”

Galen was relieved, really, that he’d wasted no time giving direction.

Mr. Blackburn took a seat across from the bed, in the same chair as last time, as if that particular place afforded him the distance he needed while also allowing him to observe properly and be close enough to participate.

Galen and Azriel disrobed carefully, methodically, much like the time before. Galen tried not to stare too long when Azriel’s prick was revealed to be half hard. At least he knew he wasn’t alone in this. His fascination with Azriel was surely only an infatuation, but any time alone with him—even with an audience of one—sent his pulse aflutter and his blood rushing south.

Once they were completely bare, Mr. Blackburn looked his fill at both of them, and while Azriel stood perfectly still with his hands behind his back, Galen squirmed under his scrutiny, the anticipation making him feel like he might explode.

“Azriel,” Mr. Blackburn said, “do you find Galen attractive?”

Galen’s throat went dry. He could not believe how much he wanted—needed—the answer.

“Yes, sir.” Azriel only offered Galen a furtive glance. “Very much.”

Galen exhaled, noting the pretty blush forming across Azriel’s cheeks.

“I see how aroused Azriel makes you,” Mr. Blackburn said, his gaze traveling over Galen’s groin.

And Galen could not deny it. “Yes, sir.”

“How would you like to pleasure Azriel?”

“In any way he chooses, sir. Any way at all.” He hoped that he didn’t sound too desperate.

“Would you like to be on your knees for him?”

“Very much so,” he replied, and felt Azriel tremble.

Mr. Blackburn arched an eyebrow. “Ask him.”

Now Galen was the one quivering as he turned to look at Azriel. He wished he could see inside Azriel to his true desires, but the purple pulse of his aura would have to do for now. “Would you like me to…pleasure your cock with my mouth?”

When Azriel groaned, a thrill shot through him. “Please.”

Galen did not wait a second longer, desperate to touch him. He sank to the floor, and Azriel gripped the table behind him.

Leaning forward, he clutched Azriel’s hips and braced his forehead against his thigh, attempting to rein in his runaway breaths. He didn’t look up to see Azriel’s reaction to him being so close, but felt his muscles tighten.

“What does he smell like?” Mr. Blackburn asked in a gravelly voice.

Angling his head, Galen rubbed his chin in the crease where his thigh met his groin. The wiry hairs tickled his cheek, and he shuddered, the urge to devour him strong. “Flowers. He always smells like flowers.”

Azriel gasped, but Galen still couldn’t bring himself to look at him yet.

“So lovely.” Mr. Blackburn’s throat sounded tight and thick, as if with barely restrained emotion. “Anything else?”

Galen buried his nose in the nest of hair at his groin, never in his life having had the urge to do such a thing. He could feel Azriel’s knees trembling, and he hoped it was because he felt good.

“Sweat and musk.” He finally lifted his head and met Azriel’s bright eyes, widened as if in wonder. For the first time, Galen realized they matched his aura—melancholy blue, wary green—but now threads of royal purple and bright magenta swirled through it. He’d never seen anyone or anything more beguiling. “His scent is very enticing, sir.”

Galen could hear Mr. Blackburn’s hands fiddling with the placket of his breeches. “Then show him how enticing he is.”

Azriel’s swollen glans was already poking through his foreskin, and Galen bent his head and licked at the slit to collect the pearl of seed that had formed there. Azriel moaned and swayed, but Galen firmed his grip on his thighs, keeping him steady. He clenched his length, then carefully tugged the foreskin down to unsheathe his cock. His tongue circled the crown, his lips suckled the head, and he was enjoying immensely the muted sounds of pleasure he was dragging from Azriel’s throat.

He’d never given the men he serviced such in-depth contemplation, the act always too swift and reckless. But now it felt important not only to be proficient, but thorough, to please Azriel to the best of his ability.

When Galen fitted more of his prick between his lips, Azriel let out a string of quiet curses.

“How does it feel, Azriel?” Mr. Blackburn asked.

“Like nothing I’ve ever… It feels incredible.”

That gave Galen the confidence to take more of him inside his mouth. He used his tongue to lick along the veins as Azriel’s prick nudged the back of his throat. There was a new smell now. Arousal. Galen reveled in it, humming against his skin, and Azriel shuddered from the sensation.

“Place your fingers in Galen’s hair,” Mr. Blackburn said. “Direct him. Show him what you enjoy.”