Story : Prompt # 120 - Heaven

[mee_eep]

Title - Heaven
Prompt -120 - soft_rough_heaven
Words- 100

For some heaven is the song of angels, cool fluffy clouds and benign bearded deities.  Castor thought those people had it wrong.  For him heaven was a warm bedroom.  Soft sheets, fluffy pillows, hands that could be rough.  A stubble jaw that scratched with delicious friction and a mouth that kissed and bit by turn.  The slow drag of blunt nails down his back and the forceful parting of his thighs.

Castor’s lover was no angel but the sounds he wrought were hymns.  The deep glide of hard flesh drove him all the way to heaven, the favour frequently returned.

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