Chrysalis Corporation by T.A. Venedicktov

Author:T.A. Venedicktov [Venedicktov, T.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Damion

DAMION WAS shocked that Requiem had actually kissed him. He knew this would change things, but no matter what happened, Requiem would always be his Core. The last of his moral barriers broke as he placed a hand on the back of Requiem’s head and began kissing him—truly kissing him. Damion slipped his tongue between the trembling lips while he dragged the thinner man even closer. He was fully aroused and not too hungover to know exactly what he was getting himself into. He had never had full-out sex with another man. There had been drunken nights of experimentation in boot camp, but never penetration.

As Damion tucked Requiem under his body, he kept kissing him and threading his hands through the silky hair. It was as if a dam had broken and every hidden desire that Damion had felt for so long was bursting forth.

Requiem seemed shocked when Damion’s tongue entered his mouth, and he began to pull away. Damion curled his fingers through his hair, impeding him. Hesitantly, Requiem slid his tongue along Damion’s, gently exploring his mouth. Requiem slowly placed his hands on Damion’s rib cage.

Damion moved his lips from Requiem’s, down his pale neck and chest. He didn’t know what would please Requiem, so he licked at the left nipple first, waiting for a reaction.

Requiem jumped slightly at the touch. “Strange,” he mumbled. He moved his hands from Damion’s side and back to the bed. “This is unexpected.”

Damion gazed down and saw Requiem finally start to respond. Damion lightly scratched his nails down Requiem’s pale sides as he kissed his way back up his chest to those waiting lips. He tried to ignore the lost look on Requiem’s face. He supposed this was different from Requiem’s other sexual experiences because those times were rape—and this wasn’t. He hadn’t ordered Requiem to have sex with him. The problem was that Damion wasn’t sure what to order him to do.

Damion rocked his hips down into Requiem’s, needing the friction of the silken pale skin. His cock was now hard as steel and aching for any sort of stimulation.

“New. Never felt this before.” Requiem’s eyes widened as Damion’s hardness slid against his own, separated by mere cloth. Damion’s mouth and body held him gently against the soft bed beneath them.

“My body. Warmth. Sensations.” Requiem gasped.

Damion’s nails on Requiem’s tender sides, his mouth on Requiem’s chest, neck, and lips—everything caused his Core to tremble.

“You okay?” Damion asked, feeling Requiem shiver as Damion began to pull down Requiem’s sleep pants with gentle but needy tugs.

Requiem licked his lips and nodded, and the eyes that met Damion’s were wide and filled with ever-changing emotions. “It is… interesting. And also very perplexing,” he finally replied, his hands still gripping the bedding beneath him.

“Not scared?” Damion had pulled the pants down and was about to touch Requiem’s shaft when there was a knock at their door.

“No, not scared.” Requiem’s head slanted in response to the knocking, yet he did not appear worried. “I think the emotion could be identified as nervous, but I am not sure.

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