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do, don't you?"
"Oh, Pet. Yes. I..." Hawk licked his lips, then stepped
up, hands sliding along Jester's legs. He moaned softly,
trembling under Hawk's touch, so pleased Hawk was
pleased. "You're beautiful. So hard, Pet." Hawk leaned
in, cheek rubbing his cock.
He gasped, hand reaching to touch Hawk. "For you."
"Mmm... yes. For me. My Pet." Hawk's hot tongue
dragged over his balls, the material getting damp.
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"Hawk!" Moaning, his head fell back among the
pillows, body pushing up toward Hawk.
"Yes." The soft licks came again and again, Hawk
loving him.
Jester spread his legs wide, shivers of pleasure going
through him.
"Do they feel good? The gauzy pants? They're fine
on you, Pet."
"They make me feel... sexy."
"You are sexy. So sexy to me." Another long lick,
another nuzzle.
Jester moaned. "Yes. You make me feel sexy."
"Good. Want to make you fly, Pet." One hand cupped
his ass, rubbing, massaging.
"You do. All the time." Jester whimpered, pushing
into each touch, begging for more with his body.
"Yes. All the time. Because you're home now." Hawk
swooped in for a long, sweet kiss. Jester opened his
mouth wide, giving Hawk everything, and Hawk took it,
took his need and his mouth, tongue working his lips.
His arms wrapped around Hawk's neck and he moaned
into his lover's mouth.
Hawk's hands opened Jester's gauzy pants, Hawk's
fingers finding his heat and wrapping around to tug. He
jerked, pushing up against Hawk, whimpering into
Hawk's lips. When Hawk touched him everything else
disappeared and it was all he knew. Low sounds pushed
into his mouth, Hawk hungry and happy, wanting him.
Loving him. He slid his hands around, petting Hawk's
muscles. Hawk nipped at his lips, fingers leaving his
cock to fumble between them.
Just as he was going to moan in protest, the hand
returned, bringing Hawk's heat to rub against his own.
Crying out, he moved hard against Hawk, fingers
fluttering over the warm skin of his lover, his tongue
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meeting Hawk's. Flying. They were flying, the exotic
smells of food and the beating of the music mingling
with the slide of his ass on the pant's silken fabric.
He called Hawk's name, body going stiff as heat
pulsed from him. Hawk's head fell back, hips pushing
harder, faster, until his Hawk came, too, cry sharp and
loud. Hawk looked so beautiful when he came. Well,
Hawk looked beautiful all the time, but when he came
especially.
Jester stroked Hawk's cheeks, humming happily with
the music.
"Mmm... sweet Pet. I think we should get you many
of these pants..."
Jester giggled. "They're as see through as anything. I
might as well be wearing nothing."
"Yes, Jester, I know." His balls were cupped, gently
squeezed.
His giggles turned into a soft gasp. "How many do
you want?"
"We'll order two or three more, one pair a touch
heavier so you can wear that one downstairs."
"Downstairs? You mean where people can see me?"
Jester didn't know about that. He'd been shy about
letting Hawk see and it had been really, really hard to let
Kestrel help him, especially once he'd become hard.
Hawk nodded. "Maybe one with a long tunic to give
you some modesty."
Jester buried his face in Hawk's neck. "Whatever you
want, Hawk. Anything you want."
"You're so good for me, sweet Pet." Hawk petted
him, nuzzling him, easing him. "Tonight, though?
Tonight is just you and me and this luscious surprise you
arranged for me."
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He beamed at Hawk, pressing close. "I'm so glad you
like it. I wanted to do something special for you, for all
the stuff you've done for me."
"It's wonderful." Hawk gave him one kiss after
another, slowly tasting him.
Jester made a soft, happy noise and relaxed in Hawk's
arms, mouth open wide, tongue sliding against Hawk's.
"Mmm... is the food going to get cold, pretty Pet?
Should we eat?"
"It isn't going to get cold, but it won't be very fresh if
we get... distracted again. We should eat." Of course, he
was still pressing against Hawk, trying hard not to rub
like a cat.
"Mmm... you can feed me, let me lick your fingers
clean."
"Oh. Okay. Yes." Jester nodded. Kestrel had
mentioned something about that, and it sounded even
better now.
Hawk slid off Jester, stripping down to skin and
settling back on the mounds of pillows, cock half-hard
and resting against his flat belly.
Jester admired him for a moment, his own cock
responding to the silk of his pants and Hawk's amazing
beauty. "Should I... do you want me to take off my
clothes, too?"
"Mmm... leave your costume on, Pet. You look so
good."
Jester blushed, but his head went up proudly. "Thank
you." He took one of the trays off the serving table and
dipped fresh flatbread into one of the sauces, holding it
up to Hawk.
Hawk hummed, eating with careful bites, licking at
the tips of his fingers. Jester happily chased down a
crumb of flatbread beside Hawk's mouth with his
Soaring with Hawk - 100
tongue, feeling bold. That got him a purr, Hawk's eyes
shining, hot.
He picked up one of the exotic fruits Kestrel had
ensured him stayed with the theme and fed it to Hawk,
the juices sliding along his wrist.
Hawk ate, then grabbed Jester's hand, lips and tongue
and teeth sliding over his palm and wrist, hot and good.
Jester moaned, cock hard again; Hawk and his pants
conspired to keep him needing.
"Mmm... delicious." A tiny, dark mark was sucked up
on his wrist.
Jester was breathing hard, hand trembling as he
picked up another bite for Hawk to eat, this one from
flaky pastries drenched in sticky honey.
"Smells sweet." Hawk ate the bite, sucking and
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do, don't you?"
"Oh, Pet. Yes. I..." Hawk licked his lips, then stepped
up, hands sliding along Jester's legs. He moaned softly,
trembling under Hawk's touch, so pleased Hawk was
pleased. "You're beautiful. So hard, Pet." Hawk leaned
in, cheek rubbing his cock.
He gasped, hand reaching to touch Hawk. "For you."
"Mmm... yes. For me. My Pet." Hawk's hot tongue
dragged over his balls, the material getting damp.
Soaring with Hawk - 97
"Hawk!" Moaning, his head fell back among the
pillows, body pushing up toward Hawk.
"Yes." The soft licks came again and again, Hawk
loving him.
Jester spread his legs wide, shivers of pleasure going
through him.
"Do they feel good? The gauzy pants? They're fine
on you, Pet."
"They make me feel... sexy."
"You are sexy. So sexy to me." Another long lick,
another nuzzle.
Jester moaned. "Yes. You make me feel sexy."
"Good. Want to make you fly, Pet." One hand cupped
his ass, rubbing, massaging.
"You do. All the time." Jester whimpered, pushing
into each touch, begging for more with his body.
"Yes. All the time. Because you're home now." Hawk
swooped in for a long, sweet kiss. Jester opened his
mouth wide, giving Hawk everything, and Hawk took it,
took his need and his mouth, tongue working his lips.
His arms wrapped around Hawk's neck and he moaned
into his lover's mouth.
Hawk's hands opened Jester's gauzy pants, Hawk's
fingers finding his heat and wrapping around to tug. He
jerked, pushing up against Hawk, whimpering into
Hawk's lips. When Hawk touched him everything else
disappeared and it was all he knew. Low sounds pushed
into his mouth, Hawk hungry and happy, wanting him.
Loving him. He slid his hands around, petting Hawk's
muscles. Hawk nipped at his lips, fingers leaving his
cock to fumble between them.
Just as he was going to moan in protest, the hand
returned, bringing Hawk's heat to rub against his own.
Crying out, he moved hard against Hawk, fingers
fluttering over the warm skin of his lover, his tongue
Soaring with Hawk - 98
meeting Hawk's. Flying. They were flying, the exotic
smells of food and the beating of the music mingling
with the slide of his ass on the pant's silken fabric.
He called Hawk's name, body going stiff as heat
pulsed from him. Hawk's head fell back, hips pushing
harder, faster, until his Hawk came, too, cry sharp and
loud. Hawk looked so beautiful when he came. Well,
Hawk looked beautiful all the time, but when he came
especially.
Jester stroked Hawk's cheeks, humming happily with
the music.
"Mmm... sweet Pet. I think we should get you many
of these pants..."
Jester giggled. "They're as see through as anything. I
might as well be wearing nothing."
"Yes, Jester, I know." His balls were cupped, gently
squeezed.
His giggles turned into a soft gasp. "How many do
you want?"
"We'll order two or three more, one pair a touch
heavier so you can wear that one downstairs."
"Downstairs? You mean where people can see me?"
Jester didn't know about that. He'd been shy about
letting Hawk see and it had been really, really hard to let
Kestrel help him, especially once he'd become hard.
Hawk nodded. "Maybe one with a long tunic to give
you some modesty."
Jester buried his face in Hawk's neck. "Whatever you
want, Hawk. Anything you want."
"You're so good for me, sweet Pet." Hawk petted
him, nuzzling him, easing him. "Tonight, though?
Tonight is just you and me and this luscious surprise you
arranged for me."
Soaring with Hawk - 99
He beamed at Hawk, pressing close. "I'm so glad you
like it. I wanted to do something special for you, for all
the stuff you've done for me."
"It's wonderful." Hawk gave him one kiss after
another, slowly tasting him.
Jester made a soft, happy noise and relaxed in Hawk's
arms, mouth open wide, tongue sliding against Hawk's.
"Mmm... is the food going to get cold, pretty Pet?
Should we eat?"
"It isn't going to get cold, but it won't be very fresh if
we get... distracted again. We should eat." Of course, he
was still pressing against Hawk, trying hard not to rub
like a cat.
"Mmm... you can feed me, let me lick your fingers
clean."
"Oh. Okay. Yes." Jester nodded. Kestrel had
mentioned something about that, and it sounded even
better now.
Hawk slid off Jester, stripping down to skin and
settling back on the mounds of pillows, cock half-hard
and resting against his flat belly.
Jester admired him for a moment, his own cock
responding to the silk of his pants and Hawk's amazing
beauty. "Should I... do you want me to take off my
clothes, too?"
"Mmm... leave your costume on, Pet. You look so
good."
Jester blushed, but his head went up proudly. "Thank
you." He took one of the trays off the serving table and
dipped fresh flatbread into one of the sauces, holding it
up to Hawk.
Hawk hummed, eating with careful bites, licking at
the tips of his fingers. Jester happily chased down a
crumb of flatbread beside Hawk's mouth with his
Soaring with Hawk - 100
tongue, feeling bold. That got him a purr, Hawk's eyes
shining, hot.
He picked up one of the exotic fruits Kestrel had
ensured him stayed with the theme and fed it to Hawk,
the juices sliding along his wrist.
Hawk ate, then grabbed Jester's hand, lips and tongue
and teeth sliding over his palm and wrist, hot and good.
Jester moaned, cock hard again; Hawk and his pants
conspired to keep him needing.
"Mmm... delicious." A tiny, dark mark was sucked up
on his wrist.
Jester was breathing hard, hand trembling as he
picked up another bite for Hawk to eat, this one from
flaky pastries drenched in sticky honey.
"Smells sweet." Hawk ate the bite, sucking and
licking at his fingers. Each tug of Hawk's lips on his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]