Interlude with Myth

The light touches on his back felt like heaven and like danger in the same breath, the mixture already heady and intoxicating without the addition of his arousal. They had Caiside all but panting, unable to resist the touch even as he knew it was simply the calm before the storm. A little whine escaped him as the fingers finished their slow crawl along his back and withdrew, leaving him completely without contact. Caiside had to turn, to look upon as much of Frey as he could, his eyes tracing up the lines from hip to stomach to chest, and then finally to the chin dripping juice. Never had Caiside so desperately wished to be devoured, to feel the bite of such power. ”I am a little bit of both, in this place.” Caiside managed to say before the return of the touches along his spine drew a soft noise from him, cutting off anything that was going to follow. He liked to think he was doing a decent job of giving in too much to the sensations being inflicted upon him, at least until a finger pressed against him, low low low on his back, and presses his hips against the unyielding tree. Every moan he had managed to cage away escaped him in one long sound, his back curving as much as he was able to. He wanted more, wanted to savour the moment,to never forget  the blood rush in his ear and the stars behind his eyes. Like anything else though, the sensation didn’t last forever. Too soon, much too soon, the pressure was gone, leaving Caiside properly desperate and panting. The confinuation of the conversation took a moment longer to actually reach him than it should have, the words heard but not understood through the fog that still wrapped around his kind. When he had properly parsed what had been said, all Caiside could respond with was a mumbled ”Not exactly, no....” If he could be more cognitive, he would ask more questions about that, how Frey knew what he was, but asnhe was there was no room in his mind for things like that. The force binding him to the tree grew tighter, making Caiside whine, and tilt his head back to try and steal another glimpse of Frey. ”Tricky is always.. fun.” The words were forced out between heavy breaths, but the suggestion of a smile was wrapped around them. The only thing even close to a fear in Caisides head at the moment was the worry that he would be left like this, unsatisfied and begging. Then again, begging might not be so bad, if it meant that he would be touched. Caiside You know how it goes, this story’s been told again and again A love, pure and light, that makes stars align Well that’s not the case here