When Jimmy decided to pull the whole spying stunt, he knew he’d need all the extra advantages he could get. After all, the man he was about to spy on was a private investigator, so he should be able to recognize when someone had broken into his apartment. That was why Jim decided to use his fey powers.
Fey were magical creatures and, as a race, had lots of different abilities. Unfortunately, the Jones brothers did not belong to the most powerful of their kind. They were pixies, which meant they were on the bottom of the totem pole. They were also very young for fey, so while older pixies could gather a considerable amount of power, Jiminy and his brother had barely any. Jim could, with some effort, make himself invisible. But he wasn’t very good at it. He had to stay as still as possible once he did, preferably in a dark corner, somewhere where light would not shimmer on his glamour and ruin it. Also, as their magic was directly connected to their wings, pixies, especially young ones, had to have their wings unrestrained while casting glamour.
That was why Jim found himself squashed into a tiny space in Dominic Sawyer’s bedroom, not wearing any shirt. And that was why said Dominic Sawyer was asking him about those wings. And that was the reason Jim was starting to panic. Because pixies’ wings were not only directly connected to their magic, they were also directly connected to other things, and when people got too close to a pixie’s wings, things could turn ugly and fast.
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“Um, yeah. Could you please not touch them?” Jimmy mumbled, the sound somehow smothered by the bedding he had his head plastered into.
“What the fuck, man? Why would you glue wings to your back? And how do you move them? And more importantly, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?”
Jim felt his wings flutter. They always did when he got nervous. And right now, he was more than nervous. He was on the verge of panic. Let him not touch my wings, he prayed silently. Please, please, don’t touch my wings. Aloud, he said, “It’s kind of a long story. Could we possibly have this conversation in a more comfortable position?” He didn’t have much hope the man would agree, but it was still worth a shot.
“Not gonna happen,” answered the man, confirming his suspicions. “Now, tell me, why did you break into my apartment, hide in my bedroom, and were spying on me?” His voice was deceptively calm but got more angered with the last sentences. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want? And what’s with these wings?”
He finished, and suddenly Jiminy felt all his fears confirmed. The man touched his wings. Jim couldn’t hold back a sigh, followed by a moan.
“Wow,” said Dominic as if to himself. “They’re soft. Like silk. And warm. Not cold and scaly or stiff like I thought they would be,” he continued, still caressing the edge of Jim’s wing between his thumb and forefinger. Then he started moving his hand along the top edge. “And it has this…” The man’s voice started wavering slightly and he started speaking in short, interrupted sentences. “This shimmer. It’s like a glitter, but not. It’s…What’s happening to me?” he asked suddenly. Jiminy could hardly answer him.
It was true that pixies’ wings were directly connected to their inner magic. But what was a less known fact was that their wings’ primary purpose was to attract possible mates. When stimulated by simply being stroked, the wings produced a substance that was commonly and incorrectly known as fairy dust. It indeed looked kind of like the fine, powdery dust covering butterflies’ wings but it was pearlier, shimmery, and had way more power.
The fairy dust, when in contact with a human or paranormal’s skin, entered through it into the bloodstream and worked as an aphrodisiac. It wasn’t that bad for a human. The only thing they got was a minor reaction to their libido. It was almost like getting a strong dose of pheromones but it didn’t have the druglike effect it had on paranormals.
For a paranormal, though, fairy dust could be extremely dangerous. Once the dust was produced and it got into a person’s bloodstream, it turned into a powerful drug. Sure, it had all those incredible effects, but as any drug, it was addictive. Being more powerful than any other known drug, it was also much more addictive. Some could get hooked from just one dose
The main idea was that the pixie attract as many prospective partners as possible, then try and dust them. If the person was incompatible, they used a small spell and rendered them useless as a mate. There was also the other side of the coin. If the pixie chose their mate, their one perfect life partner, they could mate with them properly, thus making them even stronger when they were regularly dusted, and by completing mating with the fey, they got immune to addiction as well.
Still, the whole thing was really tricky, and not many pixies these days chose to leave their plane of existence to come and mingle with other species, including humans. The whole mating dust wasn’t easy on the ones producing it, either. Like human bodies weren’t designed to be in a constant state of arousal twenty-four-seven, the fey ones weren’t designed to produce so much mating hormone Overproduce could be really hard on fey bodies. And if not counterbalanced by a mating itself—something to do with being mated and producing corresponding hormones—the fey could become very ill. Basically if their bodies got too used to producing large amount of dust then they experienced symptoms similar to those suffering from drug withdrawal. All in all, random people touching pixies’ wings wasn’t safe to any of the involved. It was one of the reasons why Jim was so worried about his brother.
Right now, though, he felt he should be more worried about himself. Although Dominic Sawyer was human and shouldn’t suffer from too many side effects, it was still a dangerous situation, and Jiminy, as hotheaded as he was, knew it perfectly well.
“D–do–don’t…touch my wings!” Jim finally managed to stutter, but it was obviously too late.
“Your wings are beautiful, babe.” As if in a trance, Dominic outstretched his hand and touched the thin membranes. Jim shivered. It felt good. Better than good. It felt incredible, as if someone caressed his prostate, but different. He knew how it felt to have his prostate played with. He might have not mated anyone, but he’d had his fair share of one-night stands in the fey world.
Still, he had never allowed the full penetration. He left it for his intended mate. He also never let anyone to play with his wings. Dominic was, as a matter of fact, the first person since he’d matured to touch his wings. Before that, when he was still a child, only his parents and siblings ever touched them. But, as pixie’s wings only got their properties when the pixie went through their equivalent of puberty, Jim had never felt the sensations he experienced with Dom. He didn’t think it was the time to confess that fact, though, so he focused back on what was happening between him and the shifter.
Dominic became bolder now, playing with the sensitive flesh of Jim’s wings.
“I dreamed of touching them, babe. I wanted to see how you would react to me licking them.” Jim couldn’t contain his moan at that thought. “You like this idea, don’t you, babe?” Dominic asked. “Go on, lie down on your front, and let me play with your wings.” Jim could do nothing else but comply. He thought about it, too. He had never experienced what having his wings stimulated meant. It was supposed to be the most erotic experience ever. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like with masturbation. A pixie couldn’t actually do it to himself or herself. There had to be another person involved.
Dominic helped him to lie down and there was a moment when the other man simply watched Jim lying there, stretched out for him like an offering. Then Jiminy felt it, the first touch of Dominic’s hot, wet tongue on his wings. It was the most exquisite pleasure and torture at the same time. He could feel the dust gathering on the membranes of his wings and knew that Dominic had to have ingested it while licking them. Jim’s cock grew painfully hard and his asshole started clenching and unclenching, as if waiting to be filled. No other stimulation was needed. Jim was all ready to come.
And then he felt something embarrassing he had no idea how to explain. Dominic was so engrossed in exploring his wings that he must have not noticed it, but it was only a matter of time before it happened. Jim tensed, thinking about it, and Dom must have realized something was wrong.
“What is it, babe? What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop? I’m not sure if I can. The heat is already starting, but you could probably close yourself in the bathroom again…”
“No, it’s not it,” Jiminy interrupted his frantic speech. “But I think something is wrong with me.”
“What do you mean?” Dominic calmed down and asked in a curious tone.
“It’s embarrassing,” Jim answered, his words muffled as he hid his face in his hands, still lying face-down on the mattress.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about with me, babe. Just tell me what it is and I’ll try and help you. We can deal with whatever it is.” Dom’s voice grew a bit more concerned and Jim couldn’t keep him so uncertain.
“I’m…uh…something happened and I…” He couldn’t say it. He simply couldn’t.
“What is it? Jim, you’re worrying me.” Dominic become frantic and Jim couldn’t stand it.
“I’m wet down there,” he said, his voice once again muffled by his hands.
“What?” Dominic clearly didn’t hear him.
“Oh, for god’s sake!” Jim was so embarrassed, his cheeks were flaming hot. He turned back to Dominic and looked him straight in the eyes despite that. “My asshole, it’s wet, okay? I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can feel it!” He turned back and hid his face back in the mattress. He couldn’t stand the embarrassment. Dominic was quiet for the moment and then he cleared his throat.
“Okay, let me have a look,” he said, and before Jim could protest he felt Dom’s strong hands pulling apart his ass cheeks and a cold breeze blew over his hole. There was a moment of silence and then Jim felt Dominic’s finger gliding over his pucker.
“Oh, shit,” Jim muttered as his hole clenched greedily. Dom’s finger lingered there a bit longer, encircling his starburst few more times. Jim could feel his cock pulsing with the need to come even as the same weird wetness could be felt around his hole again. Dominic took a sudden intake of breath and then Jim could feel the tip of his finger pressing against his hole, as if preparing to breach him.
Jim couldn’t help himself. He moaned and pushed against that invading digit. He wanted it in. He wanted to feel it pushing inside him, he wanted…His thoughts were interrupted by Dominic’s quiet, “Shit.” Jim tensed and was about to pull away, but then Dominic thrust his finger all the way in and all Jim could do was moan again.
“Fuck, babe, it looks like you’re lubricating yourself,” Dominic said in awe, even as he kept fucking Jim with his finger.
“Whaaat?” Jim managed to croak out, still trying to chase that teasing finger with his ass. It wasn’t enough. He needed more.
“You have to have some special glands, because your asshole is lubricating itself and opening for me.” He proved his words by adding another finger, and any other time, Jim knew it would be too soon. But not then. His asshole swallowed Dom’s fingers and clenched, begging for more. At the same time, Jim felt his cock pulsing as if it wanted to erupt. It didn’t, and Jim was surprised by his self-control.
“Dom, please!” he begged, not really knowing for what.