A slightly more spicy taste of the sea today. This week's prompt was "You're what?"
Bran pushed Owen gently onto his back. “I want to see your button,” he said, then proceeded to stroke his long fingers across Owen’s stomach, dipping into his belly button. “I love it.”
Owen moaned when Bran replaced his fingers with his tongue and lapped gently at the dimple. He stroked Bran’s hair, fighting the temptation to push his head a little lower.
Bran gave a last wet lick, then raised his head and blew gently, sending a shiver through Owen. Bran glanced up, with a wicked grin on his face. Before Owen had a chance to process, let alone react, Bran lowered his head and swallowed him whole. Owen almost lifted off the bed with shock, which was soon replaced by sheer pleasure.
Bran sucked hard, the muscles of his throat massaging the head of Owen’s cock while his sharp teeth grazed the shaft. The slight thrill of danger only made the experience more intense and exciting.
Owen’s hands clasped and unclasped, tangling in Bran’s hair and moans floated from his throat as his hips moved without conscious design. Bran’s sharp fingernails dug into his thighs and the pain only served to kick up the intensity of the pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I… I’m….”
Bran growled, and the vibration thrummed through Owen’s cock, sending him spinning over the edge. He frantically bit his lips, stifling screams, and thrust half way down Bran’s throat although it didn’t seem to bother Bran much.
Owen squeezed his eyes shut as Bran milked the last drops from his rapidly softening cock, then let his teeth scrape the shaft lightly as he let is slide from his mouth. Fireworks flashed on Owen’s closed eyelids and he struggled to catch his breath.
When he’d finally come down, he opened his eyes to find Bran grinning at him in a very self-satisfied way, like a cat who got the cream but was slightly puzzled by the packaging.
“Did you like?” Bran purred, and Owen nodded dumbly.
“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
“So did I. Can we do it again?”
“Not now,” Owen said quickly because the way Bran was eyeing his junk it seemed he was about to pounce again and Owen was afraid that if Bran so much as touched is over-sensitized cock, he might accidentally punch him in the face.
“No, not now.” Bran cocked his head to the side and lowered his lids to peep at Owen through his lashes. “Is it my turn now?”
Oh God that voice is so damn sexy. It’s filty.
Owen tried to emulate Bran’s slow smile but was pretty sure he didn’t pull it off half as well. “Sure is.”
Despite feeling as though the bottom half of his body had been liquidized, Owen hauled himself up and straddled Bran. Bran gazed up at him with his eyes so full of…something, that Owen’s heart stuttered. He was so beautiful. So perfect. How the hell had Owen wound up here, with someone like him?
After lingering for a long while, drinking in Bran’s beauty and tranquillity, Owen was compelled to kiss him. When he was near sated, he slid down, peppering kisses over Bran’s torso and belly. Bran made soft little moans and appreciative sounds as his muscles twitched.
Bran’s smell was like nothing Owen had smelt before. It wasn’t musky like the other boys he’d been with, but sweet and salty, like fresh breezes over the sea. He tasted salty too, with a touch of cinnamon and spice. Oh god it was so different, so good.
Owen took his time, licking and sucking at Bran’s balls, then licked his way up Bran’s shaft, revelling in the way Bran’s thigh’s trembled, hot under his hands. Before he took the head into his mouth,
Owen glanced up and his breath caught in his throat. Bran was spread out over the bed, his glorious hair fanning under his shoulders. His arms were thrown over his head and his lips were parted and plumped from kissing. He looked well and truly debauched.
Smiling, Owen lowered his head and gave it his best shot.
Watching Bran come unravelled beneath him unravelled something in Owen. Until the last moment, when he had to lower his eyes to give his complete focus to the job in hand – or rather mouth – Owen kept his eyes on Bran’s face, and beautiful body, and slowly something alien and strange crept into his mind, gradually filling him, until he didn’t know whether he wanted to scream, laugh or weep.
When Bran cried out and filled his mouth with a burst of hot salt and cinnamon, Owen collapsed and sobbed against Bran’s stomach.
Almost immediately Bran buried his hands in Owen’s hair and tugged gently.
“Owen? Did I hurt you? Did you not like the taste of me? What did I do?”
When he was able to move, Owen crawled up Bran’s body and held him tightly, his face pressed into the crook of Bran’s neck.
“I’m…” he mumbed, his lips touching Bran’s hot skin.
“You’re what?”
“I’m in love with you,” he whispered and felt rather than heard the vibration of Bran’s laugh.
Sniffing, Owen raised his head. “Why are you laughing? It’s not funny. It’s not supposed to happen like this, not so deep, so fast. I can’t explain it. I just know I love you.”
Bran stopped laughing. “I don’t know what it’s like for humans,” he said carefully, “but we know what love is and what it isn’t. When it is it can grow or fade, but it is always love. When it isn’t then nothing will make it so. I love you Owen. When we grow old together the love will grow and deepen but it will never change at its heart.”
Owen smiled and sniffed. “It sounds so easy when you say it.”
“It is. It’s all the other things humans worry about that make it complicated.”
“What other things?”
Bran shrugged. “You’re the human. You tell me.”
Owen had no answer, so he simply kissed Bran again.
Now go check out the other flashers this week
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