Atlas and Keevin arrived home, their bodies already entwined in the living room's soft light. Keevin's hands traced the contours of Atlas's form, his lips finding the tender skin of his neck. He nibbled gently, then kissed fervently, leaving Atlas gasping for breath. "Wait, ahh, Keevin, slow down," Atlas murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
Keevin paused, his hands gripping Atlas's waist firmly. "You look irresistible," he said, his voice a husky whisper, as he kissed down Atlas's chest. They moved, almost floating, to the bathroom, their desire leading them.
Keevin shed his clothes and helped Atlas undress, his kisses growing more passionate, more urgent. "Ahh, this feels incredible," Keevin breathed, his voice thick with desire. They stood naked in the bathroom, the air between them crackling with intensity. "Just tell me if it's too much," Keevin whispered, his breath hot against Atlas's ear.
*Thrust... Thrust... fwop...*
"Slow down, it's big," Atlas gasped, his voice trembling.
"Yeah, I'll be gentle this time," Keevin replied, kissing Atlas's back softly. Their passion surged for thirty minutes, a dance of ecstasy, until they finally washed up together. As Keevin's eyes roamed Atlas's chest, he noticed the birthmark over his heart glowing slightly brighter.
"Do all wizards have birthmarks?" Keevin asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
"Technically, yes. Thankfully, mine is small and doesn't raise suspicion," Atlas replied with a smile. They shared a quiet moment in the bathtub, Keevin's lips finding Atlas's neck once more.
"How about another round?" Keevin asked, his voice a playful whisper.
"Nah, I'm tired. I want to sleep," Atlas said, moving slowly, feeling something unexpected.
"Oh my God, it's still inside?!" Atlas exclaimed in shock.
Keevin's smile was mischievous as he trying to keep atlas by his embrace. . "It's been a while, hasn't it? Now that you realize, I can go until you fall asleep," he said, his voice dripping with intent.
Atlas, tried to resist, but Keevin's lust of fwappines were overwhelming. Their bodies responded to the primal call, making love for five more hours, their world narrowing to each other. Exhausted and fulfilled, they finally drifted into sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
YOU ARE READING
Rewrite The Star
FantasyIn a world where whispers of the legendary "Heartmiller" family echo through the ages-rumored to possess unimaginable power accessible through their blood and heart-a young wizard named Atlas Heartmiller survives a brutal attack that claimed his par...
