The years flow by like water, and one day men come home again. Part II

[al_shairan]

From here. Iblis freed Micah!Tez from his bond to Management, and then gave him an unexpected gift.
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"You had a riding crop once. I remember."I drop my head forward again, and I look at him through my lashes. I remember looking at him like before

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[tezcatl_ipoca]

Things he likes. Destroying the world? But when he smiles at me like that I don't even care. "Yes," I say, and take too large a mouthful of pie, have trouble chewing it. Laugh around it. Wash it down with coffee.

I wonder what it would be like to be like this all the time. I won't think of that. "Are you nearly finished?"

[al_shairan]

I think he's laughing at me, but I don't mind. I think I would have minded once, but that's the past, and now there is sunshine through the window and his happy face, and I am... content, yes.

"Are you nearly finished?"

I eat the last forkful deliberately slowly, to vex him, and I grin at him.

"Now I am," I say. I lean forward and say confidentially: "I want you. I want you to do terrible things to me, and - make love to me, all at the same time. Can you?"

[tezcatl_ipoca]

I look at him for a long moment. "I always do," I say, and stand up. "Except when you do terrible things to me," I add. My smile is bright. I brush a crumb of pastry away from the corner of his mouth with one finger. "Come on."

We go outside, and the sun is very bright. There are a lot of new businesses here, and it's only half familiar. I wonder where we should go.

[al_shairan]

"You had a room," I say. "It was horrible, but it was yours. You made it yours, so that no one else could have it. Do you remember where it was?" We walk through narrow streets in the sunshine, to a street where the buildings are old and worn. The one I stop outside is the worst of all of them, windows broken, paint peeling. It feels empty. But I can sense him here like an itch in my gums.

[al_shairan]

Oh. Oh. It's beautiful. He's so beautiful. I tell him that, again and again. I reach up to kiss him when he says my name. Our blood is in each other's mouths, and I suck his tongue hungrily. I can feel he needs to come, and I tug him in against me. Come inside me. I need you to. You don't have to wait; we can do it again.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

But we might not. But I can't help myself when he says that, I have to (I need you ) and I jerk hard on top of him. My throat's raw - did I shout? My hips won't stop twitching after, not for ages.

"I need," I say dizzily, fumbling for his penis again, "I need."

[al_shairan]

I like feeling him climax inside me. I clutch at him as he comes. Like that, I think, oh please. He grasps at my prick, and his hand's clumsy but it feels so good. It doesn't take long before I come, crying out, eyes rolling back, his penis softening inside me.

"Oh," I say, holding him against me, "oh, I've missed that. Don't leave me again."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"Don't leave me again."

My eyes sting. "I won't," I promise. It's a dangerous promise, I know that. "As long as you need me here, I won't." I'm bleeding quite a lot. I don't think I need to worry about it, though. I kiss his face again and again, because he's safe here, isn't he, for now, from himself as well.

At last I roll off him, onto the sweet grass. His neck is a raw mess and I kiss it very gently. "I wish it could be like this always," I say, though I know he doesn't know why it can't.