HORNS (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 74

Warning: descriptions of sexual intimacy and a referenced lemon

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Chapter Seventy Four

My heart was pounding.

Everything about this moment was perfect.

Echo lay beneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, arms beside his head, fingers twisted in his own damp black hair, breathing hard. My chest heaved as I lay there with him, basking in the afterglow washing over me and muddling my brain, the two of us tangled in the sheets. His shoulders quivered and his flushed lips parted.

"It didn't hurt this time," he breathed, looking at me with brown eyes without a single trace of red; I nodded and pushed my snarled, sweat-plastered curls. He arched into me, clenching around the swell of my knot, and I let out a pleasured groan, eyes snapping shut. "Horst... are you in pain?"

"No," I hissed through my teeth, pushing myself as deep as possible before lowering myself down on top of him and bumping my forehead against his. I looked into those beautiful eyes before closing my own again, nuzzling him tenderly. "No, Echo... I'm not."

He said nothing so I just focused on our closeness. He'd changed back to his normal appearance the moment we'd walked in the door, shedding all of his clothes in the process of becoming mist, and with both hands he'd pulled me to his room by my wrists. With the thunder of the fireworks still ringing in my ears, I'd shed my pants and shoes and wig and jacket and shirt, and then we'd made love for literally an hour.

Now, I was warm, I was happy, I was feeling good, and Echo was a quivering mess beneath me. I knew from the easing of pressure in my shaft that we wouldn't be tied together much longer, but I couldn't help but pull back to caress his cheeks with my hands, cupping his skin and lovingly stroking beneath his eyelids with my thumbs. He looked at me as if he were transfixed.

"I love you," I said in a low, warm tone, giving him my cheekiest smile. "It feels good to say it."

He said nothing, just looked at me, visibly dazed, as streaks of red began to shoot through his irises, little by little, until they seemed to shine like rubies. His legs wrapped tighter around my waist, pulling me against him and forcing me deeper. I grunted in surprise.

"I do not wish to stop," Echo told me. "Can we continue?"

"I mean, yeah, we could," I acknowledged, "but I don't want to push it since you're still at risk for seizures and stuff. Let's take a break and just relax, okay?"

He said nothing, so I leaned down and nosed his skin affectionately, bobbing my ears at him.

When I was finally able to pull out without hurting him, I scooped him up and carried him into the bathroom shower. I sat him down on the built-in seat and got the water going, pouring some of the shampoo in my hands and rubbing it until it started to make little bubbles. I turned around and Echo bowed his head, a clear invitation, so I started scrubbing his hair. He hummed as I lathered the soap across his scalp.

"It's nice," he said, mumbling full of sleep and perpetual wariness. "You're nice."

I braced my hands on both sides of his face, pulled him a bit forward, tipped his head back into the spray, and rinsed the shampoo out. When he pulled away, a little droplet clung to the tip of his nose. I kissed it and then kissed him, slow and sweet, making my thighs clench.

"Thanks," I murmured, smiling against his mouth. "You're nice too."

Echo made a high-pitched noise past my lips. "I believe the only appropriate thing to say is, you're a dork."