Tuesday 7 July 2015

Sexy Summer Fun

Summer is in full swing, so things are busy, but I thought you guys might like a snippet of Arcadian's Balm...

Tomis hovered beneath the water, letting go of air one slow bubble at a time. He could still hear the thunder, but it was a muffled rumble now, not nearly so jarring. The buoyant warmth around him was soothing. He floated, weightless, timeless, suspended….
He barely felt the grip over his bicep before he was yanked from his secure warmth, into cold air and the rattle of thunder.
As Tomis spit water, Gevaril’s enraged face filled his vision. “You fucking idiot! You tryin’ to drown yourself?”
Though Tomis had pretty much let himself go limp, it was nothing for Gevaril to haul him out of the bath-pool onto the stone floor. Finding his feet beneath him, he finally jerked away from his Clan head. “Leave me alone,” he snarled.
“Like fuck I will! What was going to happen? We get home after the storm, and our sweet bride wants to go take a bath, and there she finds her man bloated and belly-up? She’s already lost one mate, remember? We all have!”
Except Tomis. He’d lost two. But before Tomis could remind Gevaril of that fact, a boom of thunder cracked hard through the cave. Tomis clapped his hands over his ears and hunched against the pressure of the noise.
Instantly, Gevaril was beside him.
“Is all right,” the bigger man murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I knows you’re afraid, but I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
Tomis’s limbs trembled, but he let Gevaril draw him up and lead him to the bedchamber. The warmth of Gevaril’s hard palm against his was enough to provide an anchor. It wouldn’t save him from all fear, but it was enough to prevent him from collapsing into panicked hysteria again.
For a moment, Tomis resisted Gevaril’s light pushes toward the bed. “Linens are clean,” he protested. “I’m all wet.”
“Nothing’s gonna be clean when we gets done with it,” Gevaril growled, and shoved him backward.
Heat pooled in Tomis’s groin. It lasted only until the next crack of thunder, which sent him curling on his side, whimpering. Though only the vents let in light, the flashes were enough to throw him into the memory of The Storm once again, and for a few moments he was a child again, helpless, alone.
“No.” Gevaril’s voice was firm as he stretched Tomis out, arranging him properly on the bed, head on a cushion, limbs straight. “You’re here now, b’y, and you ain’t alone.”
Gevaril, naked now, lay over him, hips above Tomis’s hips, knees bracketing Tomis’s knees, chest hovering over Tomis’s chest, palms over Tomis’s palms.
“Is just us,” he murmured against Tomis’s trembling lips. “Just see me. Hear me.”
It was the only thing that had ever worked, to help him through the storms. Tomis’s parents had held him, but he’d still be weak and whimpering for hours after the fact. In their early years together, Gevaril had discovered that a good fucking would distract Tomis enough to bear the storm without too much hysteria. Kendo and Delamia had found it too obscene, and they’d refused, only consenting to calm him through soothing words when he descended into this madness.
Gevaril, though….
The solid strength of his body was a balm to Tomis’s quivering soul, and he wanted to scream in rage at the many years, the many storms, he’d had to go without.
Gevaril seemed to understand the way of his mind. “I’m here now, Red,” he whispered. “Just let me in….”
Thunder boomed again.
“Just us, Red.” Gevaril’s voice was low and seductive. “Just me.”
Whimpering, Tomis let his mouth drop open, only to immediately feel the swipe of Gevaril’s tongue. He tasted like ale, smooth and sleek, and Tomis could do nothing but open further for him and suck him in. His cock grew hard, and he instinctively lifted his hips to seek sensation.

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