Prometheus Boyfriend: Bastain #2 (special preview)

I’m holding on to his waist and trying to catch my breath. “Don’t apologize,” I moan. “I like it just as much as you do.”

Miksa looks into my eyes, that pained expression returning. “I’m not used to this.” He moves his hand from my mouth. “I’m scared.”

I hold him as he rests his head on my chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid of what will happen,” he whispers. “Once it’s said and done, will I feel the same about you?”

I frown to myself. “Has that happened before?”

Miksa sighs. “I told you, I’ve not had many lovers that lasted.” He tilts his head up and looks at me. “I want you so badly, and my feelings for you are more than what I’ve felt in the past, but-” he hesitates. “I don’t want to lose those feelings.”

I kiss him and run my hands over his body. “If you’re scared, tell me these things,” I whisper. “I’ll do what I can to help you.”

Miksa cups my cheek. “You’re so sweet. You really are a lamb.” He kisses me and the kisses grow deeper and hungrier again. His lips trail down my chest and onto my stomach.

I whimper and bite down on my finger. “Miksa, what are you doing?”

Miksa unfastens my belt and pants. “Rewarding you, for dealing with me.” He rubs his palm to me and swirls his tongue in my belly button.

I gasp and sigh, feeling his palm through my pants is enough to make me weak. He then lifts my hips and tugs my pants down. I am now naked and bare and at his mercy. Miksa stares at me with a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. He licks his lips and looks up at me.

“You’re beautiful, Bastian,” he whispers to me. “Every piece of your body is perfect.” He kisses down my body again as he takes my shaft into his hand.

I whimper and shiver, not used to this sort of feeling or touch. I throw my head back as his tongue laps down on me. “Miksa, wait-” I pant.

Miksa moans as he licks me. His tongue swirls around my tip and he swallows me. He then pulls back up, drooling from the effort. “So big-” he pants. “Mm,” he sucks me again and pumps both fists up and down me.

I whimper and jerk, covering my face so he doesn’t see my expression. It’s almost too much, it’s becoming overwhelming. I then look down, seeing Miksa’s eyes locked with mine. I breathe easier and watch him as he moves. His head bobs and he moans against me.

I brush his hair away from his face so I can see him better. I start to shiver and the heat grows. It becomes like popping candy in my belly and soon it starts to thrust from inside me. “Miksa, I’m-” I barely get the words out in time. I throb and release down his throat, I coat his tongue and it starts to dribble down his chin. Miksa gulps and moans louder, gasping as my cock falls from his lips. He swallows me and looks up at me with an even hungrier expression than before.

“Yummy,” he wipes his chin and licks his fingers. He then grins at me. “Did you like it?” He purrs.

I’m too far gone. I’m gasping for breath and my whole body is melting. How could that feel so good?

Miksa kisses my cheek and rubs his hands along my body in a comforting way. “Too much?” He strokes my cheek. “I didn’t overheat you, did I?”

I look at him and I touch his lips. “That was-” I giggle shyly and duck my head.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Mika kisses the top of my head. “If you let me, I’ll do it lots and lots just for you.”

“What about you?” I sigh.

Miksa smirks. “I’ll survive until you’re truly ready. For now, I want to offer my services to such a magnificent piece of divinity.” He traces his fingers along my softening cock. “Your legs will be the doors, your cock with be the altar, and I will kneel down to worship it everyday,” he moans. 

“Miksa,” I giggle.

He kisses me again. “Get dressed,” he growls. “I’ve wasted too much time as it is.”

“In a minute,” I whisper. “Why did you do that?” 

Miksa sighs. “No reason. Just wanted to.” He traces his fingertips on my chest. “I wanted to see what you’d look like, how you’d sound. I just wanted to see all of you.”

“I can’t wait to see that side of you too,” I moan to him. “But right now, I’m still nervous.”

Miksa chuckles and hugs me. “That’s ok. Like I said, I’m happy to take care of you when you need me.”

That evening as we left the library, Miksa takes hold of my hand and kisses my knuckles like always. “It seems such a shame we have to separate now,” he sighs. “After such a wonderful day together.”

“I know.” I squeeze his hand. “But it’s just-”

“No need to say it,” Miksa replies. “When you’re ready, it’ll happen.” He grabs hold of my braid and kisses me. His lips then press to my ear. “Tonight, when you dream, remember how good it felt.” His moans are pure seduction.

“Miksa,” I whine.

“I’ll never forget how good you taste.” He licks my ear and moans again. 

“Enough,” I stand up to see him grinning at me.

“Good night then.” Miksa and I kiss before going our separate ways. 

When I get home, Mika isn’t there, but by the time I bathe and rub in my oils, Mika is laying on my bed and purring. I kiss their head and sit down on the edge of the bed.