“I can’t—” I could hardly breathe, and my fingers dug into his knees as the orgasm hit, my balls wrenching up painfully fast. “Oh fuck.”
Lonan let out a helpless groan as my cock started firing rope after rope of cum, my body shaking wildly with overwhelming pleasure. I was still coming when he shouted hoarsely and slammed his cock deep, hips jerking against my ass with each spurt inside me. I moaned again at the feel of his cock flexing, at the sight of his flushed face, black eyes flashing with ecstasy and plump lips parted as he moaned.
He shuddered hard as his orgasm ended, chest heaving with his panting breaths as he hunched over me. Black hair hung in his face, a few damp strands stuck to his temples. My hand shaking, I reached up to brush them back. I bit down on my lip to hold back a smile when Lonan raised his face and gazed at me. He looked as wrecked as I felt.
Tugging him down, I kissed him slow and deep. Both of us moaned when he carefully slid out and relaxed on top of me.
“Was it how you imagined?” I asked with a smile against his mouth.
Lonan exhaled a shuddering breath.
“It was better than I could have ever imagined.”
He buried his face in my neck, and I melted as I pressed kisses over the side of his damp face and hair.
Lonan eventually shifted, settling on his back beside me with a groan. I smiled when he stretched, that little grunt escaping from the back of his throat. His skin was damp and flushed, cock relaxed against his thigh and gleaming with oil and his release. I knew I had to go and clean up. Everything was oily and slightly uncomfortable below my waist, but it could wait.
I chuckled breathlessly, my heartrate slowing. “So have you had a good birthday?”
Lonan glanced over at me, and a wide grin stretched his mouth for just a second before it was gone. “Yes. The best.”
My chest clenched tight. I blindly found his hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing across his knuckles. “Good.”
We lay in contented silence for a while. I could feel myself drifting off, my body totally relaxed and boneless. When Lonan shifted, I blinked my sleepy eyes open.
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me, black eyes drifting from mine to the tiny feather nestled at the base of my throat.
“What will you use it for?” he asked, reaching out and fingering it.
I grinned, stretching my arms over my head. “I don’t know.”
I reached up and cupped his face, my throat tightening when he turned his head to nuzzle my palm without even seeming to realise he was doing it.
His black eyes stayed locked on the favour. “Don’t waste it.”
I huffed a little laugh. “Why, because a favour from you is so rare?”
He shook his head, absently kissing my palm. “Don’t waste it asking for something I’ll do for you anyway.”
I stared up at him. “Well, what will you do for me without it?”
I was half teasing, but my breath caught when Lonan’s black eyes met mine, sombre but filled with something too intense for me to name.
“Anything.”