Bow of the Twilight | MewGulf ✔

12 euphoria

^idk y bt the img abv had reminded me abt this story, throughout while I was writing this! Thank you for 4K reads! Yay!!

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With a wicked grin for his lover that drew forth a sweetly anticipatory smile, Tharn levered himself up and dropped a quick kiss on his lover's shoulder blade before settling himself back into his original position straddling Type's thighs.

This time when Tharn began to move his hands over Type's body, he did so with the clear intention of arousing his mate. He stroked his hands over the smooth skin, simultaneously creating and satisfying an unsuspected need for touch. This time, they were completely naked.

When his wandering hands came to rest at Type's waist Type squirmed, pressing himself against Tharn as much as he could from his hampered position beneath him. Tharn was acutely aware of the feel of his lover's skin against his own and it seemed to be feeding impulses straight to his manhood. Acting on a sudden urge Tharn bent over his lover again to place a soft kiss at the nape of his neck.

The resulting arch of Type's body pressed Tharn's dick tight into the crease of his lover's ass. Tharn moaned against the damp skin beneath his lips, the faint vibrations causing an echoing moan to escape Type's lips. Reluctantly Tharn raised his head, breathing in Type's scent and he found himself craving more of the taste of the ancient Immortal.

Tharn exactly doesn't know what's happening. He believes Tharn, is feeling loved this way, and for his love, he would do anything. And that is exactly what he was doing. Acting on impulses. He just let his body react to Tharn, rather than his mind.

Tharn lowered his head to the base of Type's neck again and licked at the small beads of perspiration that had formed there. It was impossible then not to follow their trail down Type's spine; Tharn slid his tongue along the same path, taking the occasional detour to explore a particularly tempting patch of skin.

He kissed, licked, and nipped at the soft skin; tasting spices from the oil, salt, and the unique flavor that could only be Type, it was intoxicating. By the time he reached the base of Type' spine, he could feel the fine tremors running through the long body beneath him.

Slowly Tharn raised his head and began to move back up until he could once again taste the skin of his lover's throat. Despite it surely being uncomfortable, Type twisted his head back inviting Tharn to take advantage of the exposed throat. Tharn couldn't have refused such an offer if he'd tried, and he didn't.

He latched on hungrily and took serious advantage of his lover's most vulnerable flesh. The heat radiating from Type's body found a matching heat in Tharn. The room itself seemed impossibly warm - who would have thought a few candles could give off so much heat? The already high temperature suddenly sky-rocketed as Type moved, arching up, pressing himself against Tharn's erection. Instinctively Tharn ground down, relishing the feel of the damp skin against his aching cock.

"Alpha--." Oh yes, that definitely made all his careful planning worth it. The low, husky plea from his mate sent shivers down Tharn's spine and made his manhood jump in anticipation. Type groaned again, a deep, throaty growl of pleasure and writhed beneath Tharn nudging his cock deeper into the crease of his ass.

The sweat and oil-slicked skin made the movement one blissful glide, hot and slick, and an unbearable tease. With a surge, Tharn reared back to sit straddling Type's thighs; the loss of contact only tolerable because his mind had reconnected with the memory of his original plan and its promised pleasure. The release of heat.

Tharn raised himself slightly so he no longer pinned his lover and placed a hand on Type's hip. It didn't take much prompting to get Type to roll over onto his back again. Even restricted by his bound wrists and his lover's body, Type still managed to turn the movement into a blatantly sensual act.