Declan paced back and forth in his living room. There was a bundle of anxiety that sat solidly in the pit of his stomach. Like a knot of tangled roots, he thought he might faint from the sheer weight of it. For some reason, he was more nervous than he had been in a long time. Even on his first date with Alex, nearly two years ago, he never felt this kind of anxious terror inside. The freshly polished black leather of his shoes flicked in the light as he paced back and forth on the plush Persian carpet. The TV played in the background, only to amuse himself. Declan was far too preoccupied with his own edginess to focus on anything beyond the sense of trepidation within him. He looked down at his watch. The time read six fifty-five. Finn would arrive any minute now.
Sure enough, the doorbell chimed, as if on cue in the horror movie that had become his life. In that moment, he decided it was a horrible idea to even invite the other person over. There was no doubt something disastrous would happen. By the end of the dingdong, Declan hastily moved into the two-story foyer that lay just behind the front door. He paused to look at his reflection as it showed in one of the behemoth mirrors that hung on the wall. Anxious fingers ruffled the stylish mess of his chocolate hair. He ran those same fingers along the light smattering of stubble on his cheeks. He wished he would have thought to be cleanly shaven, but he could only hope what his mother said was true about the fact he was a little more attractive with scruff on his face. Declan looked up and into his own world-weary pools of jade.
“Calm down,” he muttered to himself, as if he thought that command might actually work. It didn’t.
He sighed and turned toward the door. With a less-than-blasé ease he pulled open the heavy wooden door to reveal himself to the man that stood on the other side. Every time Declan tried to act casual, it seemed his body wanted to do the exact opposite. Instead of smoothly pulling open the door, he jerked it, and almost hit himself in the head in the process. Declan felt a heated blush span across his cheeks and race over the bridge of his nose. He cursed at the same nameless god he prayed to from time to time. There was no way this guy would even be remotely interested now. Slowly he let his eyes lifted up from the ground to take in this neighbor of his.
The very breath was knocked from his lungs when he beheld the handsome god that was Finn Bryant. There was merit and truth to the rumors he heard. Hell, if Declan had it his way, he might pounce on the other person right then and there. His features were hard, masculine, and definite. Declan had never been the sort attracted to men with effeminate qualities. He could appreciate their beauty, but they were not the things that filled his fantasy. Finn, on the other hand, stepped right out from the deepest and darkest of his wet dreams and onto his front porch. Declan stood there, stunned, and in awe all at the same time. He could will no words to come from beyond the tightly shut vise of his mouth. Instead, he just outright ogled the ethereal man standing patiently before him.
His visage bore the age of a man of his early thirties that had seen more than an eternity of hard life lessons. He could only imagine then things this man had lived through. His brow was high and distinguished, capped by a shortly cropped mess of flaxen blond, which was tainted here and there with bursts of organic browns. Two gems cast of vibrant sea blue stared directly into his, with what Declan thought might be a spark of hunger. Below the stare of his fierce warrior’s gaze was a shapely nose, strong and appropriate for the masculine width of his face. The curve of his bottom lip was full and plush whilst the upper one was a thinner cupid’s bow. His chin and jawline were cut straight from marble and covered in a downy dusting of a sun-spun beard.
Wide-set shoulders, which were obviously muscled, strained through the top of his light blue V-neck sweater. The garment clung to him for dear life and gave a delectable hint at the rippled muscle that lay beneath. It was enough to make Declan outright swoon at their slight. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, which gave him a good sight of his strong forearms and broad hands. They were a man’s hands and reminded him of the old-world warriors he had seen on those historical channels now and then. Declan swallowed hard while his mind played a vision of all the things those hands could do behind his eyes. His fingers gripped harder about the doorknob in an effort to chase those thoughts away.
“Declan,” he breathed almost sensually.
He wondered if anyone would blame him for throwing himself at the feet of this man. He shook his head again and yanked his gaze back up to Finn’s face, like that would help him steady himself. All he accomplished was another long, hard stare into his neighbor’s eyes. Declan gently bit on his bottom lip until he felt a twinge of pain.
“Well are you going to let him in or just stare at the poor guy?”
Declan let his eyes sweep over the lean bare form of his beloved. Down the length of rippled abs he went, across the span of muscled hips, and to the junction of his thigh. His deliciously thick cock stood proudly erect and moved with the faintest of twitches as blood pumped into it.
The demigod smirked as he leaned down over him, his icy breath brushed against his lips, “You like that, do you?”
“Of course I do,” Declan murmured. “I want to feel what it’s like to be completely dominated by you, Finn.”
“Do you think you could handle that?”
He gave a slightly hard twist to his nipple. Declan cried out in pain. He glanced down and could see the flesh already turned an interesting shade of pissed-off crimson. As much as he didn’t want to, he whined desperately in his captor’s hands. What if Balder stumbled upon them? His usurper of a cock was already hard and jutted from between his thighs with a purpose as it always did for the other. His balls felt heavy and full of unspent cum.
“I don’t know, but I know I want to try,” Declan whispered playfully. As much as he was afraid someone might walk in on them, he liked this banter.
“That’s why your cock is hard, isn’t it? Your body is begging to please me.”
Finn dropped his hand from the hardened tip of his peak. His short nail-tipped fingers strolled a leisurely path down his torso and toward the downy patch of curls nestled just above the swollen base of his cock. Declan’s hands shook with a low throb of fear that pulsed through him. Those sinfully pointed nail tips lethargically encircled about the circumference of his base. They tantalizingly bit into the flesh of his swollen phallus as his beloved gave him a slow squeeze. There was that familiar pulse of pleasure he felt in the times they had spent together with their bodies entangled as one. The tensed morsel of pain Finn offered heightened the pleasure of the moment. Declan struggled to withhold his moan. If this were their last time together, Finn would have to work for it.
He clenched his eyes and thought of everything he could to wilt his needy member’s desire to come. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by coming right then and there. Puppies, kittens, old ladies—none of it worked. Instead, he missed the visual cue that might have steeled him for the mouth he felt brush against tortured nipple. Declan groaned boisterously with pleasure when teeth caught that sore tip. The warm dampness of a pink tongue that flicked across its surface antagonized him even further. He wanted to yell and scream in wanton desire at the top of his lungs. He bucked his hips into the hard grip curled about the base of his shaft. It felt so good that he repeated the motion, even if it meant he had to feel the stinging tug of those nails in the process.
“Finn,” he gasped out readily.
His lover appeared to understand the urgency of his desire, for the other hand that held his wrists pinned above his head released. Declan pushed himself into a half-seated position and lifted his gaze to the other male. He leaned forward further and curled an arm about the back of Finn’s neck. The heat he found radiated from the flesh there was appealing. Into an apprehensive kiss he pulled his demigod. They could still be discovered at any moment. There was such an overbearing sense of desire in him he couldn’t just ignore it any longer, no matter the consequences. Whether this was wrong or right, or just a figment of his delusional mind, he would succumb to the pleasure, dominance, and love Finn had to offer one more time.
When their lips met it was a meld of fiery craving and something much more tender. There was nothing hard and forceful about the kiss shared between them. Rather, it was a display of the pure unbridled love they felt for one another. For once, there was no reason to hinder what Declan felt within himself. Finn’ lips pressed hard to his before they slid open and tongues rubbed against one another. He crawled atop him as they pressed against one another along the floor of the cell. The weight of his body shifted to lie between Declan’s bare thighs. With the feel of his hips pressed to his own, he lost all sense of reason.
His legs wrapped about the masculine cut of those honey-kissed masculine hips. Declan arched upward and drove his erection against Finn’s. Preseminal fluids slicked their members as they rubbed against one another. His eyes dropped down to look at the tips of the members. Crystal clear fluid wept from their respective tips and dribbled down their sandwiched undersides. Declan groaned and arched back up toward the other male. His hips jerked wantonly as their bodies rocked against one another. Finn hissed aggressively. A hand ascended from Finn’s side and caught Declan about the neck. He felt the slow draw of air be squeezed from his throat and what was trapped in his lungs begin to burn. Declan loved the thrill. He’d never given in to his submissive side so completely before.
Finn didn’t waste any further time on his sensual exploration, which was just fine by him. If he had it his way, they would already be ass to groin. He was hard, leaking preseminal fluid, and ready to be taken. He didn’t know what it was about Finn that pushed him so far over the edge, but all rational thought fled from his mind at the mere touch of the other. His body arched against his lover hovered over him. The helm of the dark pink-tipped cock slid between his tight cheeks and rested against the divot of his ass.
“You want it, baby?”
“You know I do, Finn. I want all of you. Can’t you tell?”
Finn smiled down at him in a manner that was as affectionate as it was laced with dominant possessiveness. There was a gleam in his eyes and purpose in the purse of his lips.
“I want you to say it. I want you to tell me you want me. I want you to tell me that you belong to me now and forever. We might not have tomorrow, but we have this moment.”
The muscle-corded hips that had his thighs splayed wide rocked slowly back and forth against him. Declan watched on as Finn’s washboard abs and formed pectorals flexed with the slow and erotic crunch that drove his hips forward. Such carnal motions worked his slick tip against his hole slowly. Declan could feel the pressure and threat of entrance and it didn’t necessarily scare him as it did their first time. He bowed slightly further upward toward the sensation of another body on top of him. The pressure of Finn against him was as erotic as he thought it might feel in this risky situation.
“Beg? I’m not a person that begs, Finn,” Declan finally moaned, all the more playful.
He could feel his beloved further shove his hips against him. The thick tip of his cock slowly began to spread open his ass. He tensed with the slight discomfort of penetration. He hadn’t been properly stretched, and that was likely because Finn wanted the event to be burned into the very fabric of his memory.
“Oh, you will for me, Declan. I don’t know if you haven’t noticed yet, but I own you. By the end of this, you will know who your rightful master is,” Finn growled.