Durance by Lyn Gala Page 0,83

and then he shoved Darren onto the bed and straddled him. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’ll show you I can defend my own damn honor. Kavon pinned Darren’s wrists to the mattress. “I’ll torture you until you take that back.”

Darren laughed harder.

Kavon pinned Darren’s arms over his head. “Loon,” he complained softly, and stronger notes of lust and need stained the bond. Darren took several deep breaths before a few last snickers escaped. When Darren smiled, his whole being lit with vitality, and Kavon ran his fingers over Darren’s cheek. He was so lucky. Darren reached up and captured Kavon’s hand in his own, and the familiarity of the touch fed his soul like sex never had before. The few lovers Kavon had taken to his bed had satisfied his body, not his soul.

Kavon ran his hand down Darren’s chest, and Darren arched up into the touch. "You are a good man, and ethical man,” Kavon said.

Darren writhed under Kavon. “That’s what you want to discuss right now?”

“Maybe. I find your ethics very sexy.”

Darren’s cock grew hard so fast that his balls ached. “Do you?” Darren’s warm breath tickled the hairs along the side of Kavon’s neck.

"Oh, I really do." Kavon ground his body down into Darren’s. "Comfortable?" The question was sarcastic.

"Pants are a little tight," Darren answered. Kavon tightened his grip on Darren’s wrists before brushing his lips across Darren’s in a feather-soft kiss. The bond opened until the cool tingle of lust skittered across Darren’s skin. The feel of hands around Darren’s wrists freed him—gave him permission to writhe and strain without having to fear breaking free.

Kavon leaned so close that his lips brushed against Darren’s ear. "Tough," Kavon whispered.

Darren's lust exploded. To avoid coming right there, Kavon had to take a few calming breaths and center himself. “We have time to indulge,” Kavon said. He had originally planned on a quiet evening of television, but they needed more. Kavon wanted to lose himself in Darren and at the same time, drive Darren past lust. Kavon kissed Darren’s shoulder before he rolled off the bed so he could grab a pair of nylon and Velcro cuffs out of the dresser. They looked ridiculous compared to law enforcement cuffs, but they were surprisingly difficult to escape. Darren reached for his zipper, but Kavon caught his wrist.

“Tonight, let me,” Kavon asked. He pushed Darren back onto the bed, and Darren’s lust twined around them. "Tonight, be mine.” Kavon wrapped the Velcro cuff around Darren’s right hand. Despite the fact they hadn’t played in weeks, the ropes were still tied to the bed frame, and Kavon secured his second wrist and Darren was helpless.

Kavon ran a warm hand over Darren’s chest. “I love you. I love your goodness and your enthusiasm. I love that you worry about me and that I can trust you. I love you.” Kavon peppered Darren’s bare chest with tiny kisses.

“Keep it up and I’ll start an inventory of every sexy thing you’ve ever done,” Darren threatened.

Discomfort with compliments had fueled that complaint, so Kavon stopped Darren’s mouth with a crushing kiss.

Curling his fist around the ropes, Darren squirmed, but he didn’t have any leverage. Kavon starting kissing his way down over Darren’s bare chest. Kavon unfastened the button on Darren’s pants and then he slipped his finger inside to tickle the skin above where Darren’s curled nest of hair began. Darren twisted and fought the ropes, which spurred Kavon to even more diabolic levels. He ran the tip of his finger over the head of Darren’s cock. Kavon was rewarded with a flash of lust that burned away all other thoughts.

Kavon pulled Darren’s pants open, and Darren dug his heels into the bed and lifted his ass. That allowed Kavon to pull off Darren’s pants and underwear. It then only took another second for Kavon to take his own pants off. Then Kavon focused on driving Darren wild.

Kavon teased him with light touches down his stomach and hips, avoiding Darren’s hard cock. When Kavon ran his hands over Darren’s sides, Darren twitched and laughed. “Ticklish spot,” he gasped. Kavon pinned him down and kept right on tickling until Darren was gasping for air.

Darren damn near levitated off the bed, but Kavon held him down. When Darren tried to say something, Kavon took Darren’s cock deep into his mouth. Kavon loved the taste and feel of Darren, and he loved the way that sex led to a perfect moment where he felt all of Darren—all his emotions and fears and needs. Right now Darren was careening toward orgasm, so Kavon stopped.

“Fuck!” Darren cursed, but his body was alive—sensitized and ready.

“Problem?” Kavon asked. His own amusement and lust and love came back to him as an echo.

“Bastard,” Darren barked out, but he loved the sharp edge of being caught on the edge of his orgasm. “If you don’t finish...”

Kavon slid his fingers into Darren’s hole—slick and hot. Projecting eagerness, Darren hooked his legs over Kavon’ shoulders and held on as Kavon lifted him into the air. Slick ran down Darren’s ass as Kavon pushed another finger in, forcing Darren’s muscles to open up. The dual experience of pushing into his lovers bound body and being tied wound around them. Darren’s lust and Kavon’s tangled together.

Darren moaned in need. “God, yes. Please,” he begged softly.

Kavon slammed into him and set a brutal pace. Soon, the heat reached critical mass and Kavon’s whole body became one shivering nerve that defined his existence. He felt like he didn’t fit in his own skin, that he was larger than that, larger than the room. Larger than reality.

Kavon grabbed Darren’s cock, and Darren dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up. Darren’s muscles tightened and he cried out even as Kavon slammed into him a few more times before falling into his own orgasm.

The pieces of the world once again fit into perfect order. Kavon knew that illusion would pass, but as he collapsed on the bed next to Darren, he reveled in the one perfect moment. They lay in silence, breathing heavily as the bond eased and they disentangled their thoughts.

Only after it had gotten dark did Kavon start to stir. “You should eat,” he said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you skipping meals lately.” Kavon worried that sometimes Darren worried too much. He was the complementary opposite of Kavon who sometimes didn’t even notice the burdens he carried or realize how much they hurt him.

“It’s not like I’ve been hungry. Armageddon kills the appetite.”

Kavon pressed a kiss to Darren’s lips. “No more Armageddon. We won.”

Darren grinned. “We did, didn’t we?”

“Yep.” Kavon ripped the Velcro free on the second cuff. “We did.” Kavon felt Bennu’s energy enter the room.

“Then why am I so tired?” Darren yawned as Bennu got up on the bed and stalked around before settling down like he was sitting on a nest. Magic stirred through the air and the quilt bunched up around Bennu’s butt, giving him a nest.

“Both of you can rest,” Kavon said. His bull appeared near the bathroom door, but only his head and shoulders fit in the room. Kavon stroked Darren’s hair.

“I love you,” he whispered. They didn’t say the words often enough. Even with the bond, they should say the words.

“I love you, too.” Kavon kissed the top of Darren’s head. “You know, I was thinking we still have vacation time coming. We could borrow the jet and head to Montserrat.”

Darren opened a sleepy eye and projected confusion. “Montserrat?”

“Caribbean island,” Kavon said. “It’s not far from British Virgin Islands, but it’s a lot quieter. Same ocean views, though, and even better beaches.”

“You want to borrow the jet? Salma’s jet? For vacation?” Darren didn’t hide his shock.

“No. Not exactly. They have a Djedi center there that handles a lot of emergencies during hurricane season. I thought we could do some business and some pleasure. Fifty-fifty business and hanging out on a beautiful beach.” Kavon frowned as his discomfort rose. “Maybe seventy, thirty percent,” he amended himself.

Darren smiled and his amusement filled the room as he held his hand out. Kavon tangled their fingers and lay down next to Darren.

“That’s a deal,” Darren said.

Kavon wrapped his arms around Darren and pulled him close. “Deal.” If bending a few rules made Darren happy, it was time for Kavon to find a new set of personal rules—ones that were flexible enough to account for his life with Darren. Racists and bigots had driven Kavon to embrace a set of rules that defined his life, but it was time to make room for the people who really mattered.

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