The Moon & The Morningstar: 7 Deadly Sins

CH 50: Date Night (PhaxYo)

WAYO'S POV

Pha and I are currently sitting in the theatre room at the house. It seats 18 people, in three rows of six. The front row has low tables sitting in front of it that you can set your snacks on and the second and third row have slim tables sitting right behind the row of chairs in front of them, so you can do the same thing. This room is great for groups or small parties, but right now it's occupied by only me and Pha. The movie is playing and it's one I really wanted to watch, but I can't seem to focus on it. I'm too busy thinking.

"Shorty? Shorty? N'Yo?"

Feeling a finger under my chin lifting and turning my face, I look at Pha. "Hmm?"

"Didn't you hear me calling you?" When I shake my head he asks, "What are you thinking about?"

"Sorry, P'Pha. I was thinking about Ming and Kit. Their first date is tonight, and I was wondering how it was going."

"They're probably fine." He assures me, then whines, "Besides, no thinking about other men. Pay attention to only me."

Laughing at his childishness, I ask, "Are you seriously jealous of me simply thinking about our friends?"

"Yes." He pouts, then demands. "Now make it up to me... with kisses."

"Kisses!" I ask in mock outrage. "What have you done to deserve kisses?"

"Pizza. Snacks. Pink milk." He lists pointing to various empty bags, bottles, and boxes littered across the table in front of us.

Giving in just a bit, I start, "Ah, well maybe you do deserve a kiss or two..." However, his lips slamming against mine cut me off.

Dragging me out of my seat beside him, he maneuvers me into straddling his thighs. Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me in place as he deepens our kiss. He tastes like peppermint from the mint candy he was eating earlier, and it makes me a bit self-conscious since I'm sure I taste like pizza and pink milk. However, he doesn't seem to care as he devours me.

Pulling back to nibble on my lips, he slowly trails kisses across my cheek and down to my neck. His action is unhurried, and his kisses are soft and openmouthed against my skin. Willingly I lean my head back offering him more access, as a soft moan escapes me.

When he reaches my shoulder, he nips lightly at it before drawing my skin into his mouth. As he sucks on me harshly, I can't help tangling one of my hands into his dark hair and wrapping the other around him to hold him close. Releasing the suction, he pulls back and runs his fingers across the mark he's made on me and growls in satisfaction. As my mind drifts I pick up his thoughts and they're only screaming one word, 'Mine.'

Feeling empowered by his possessiveness, I fist my fingers around his soft strands and tug on his hair forcing him to look up at me. As he does, I meld our lips together once again. Thrusting my tongue into his mouth, I explore him, before brushing my tongue against his, enticing him to play. While our mouths are fused together, our hands begin to wander.

His hands slide down my back and cup my ass, giving it a squeeze before he hauls me closer to his body. As I shift a bit, getting comfortable, I can feel his hard member pressing against me. Moving my hips experimentally, I grind down onto him, forcing out a loud groan which I swallow as I attack his mouth hungrily for more kisses.

My hands slide from his hair to his shoulders, then down his chest to the hem of his shirt. Sneaking under the edge, I slowly brush my fingers across the ridges and grooves of his abdomen. Taking my time, I painstakingly explore him, watching as his shirt bunches between us as I slide my hands upwards.