“Aye!” he blurted before Darshan could move on. “That one! Goddess…” The sensation seemed to ebb, the edge slipping from his immediate grasp.
All at once, the spellster withdrew, taking the glorious feeling with him.
Hamish sat up, propped not quite in a fully-upright position by his outstretched arms. “What is it?” He eyed the room’s only exit, a gentle bubble of uncertainty boiling away in his stomach. Had the guards been alerted? Nae that. Then… “Are you having second thoughts about this?”
“Not at all,” Darshan said, patting the side of Hamish’s thigh reassuring. “And there is no cause to look so alarmed.” The bottle of oil was back in the spellster’s hand only, this time, Darshan was applying it to himself. He winced and hissed slightly as he slathered the oil on his very-much-erect length. “I just— I have no desire to end this too quickly. I want it to last as long as we are able and would certainly prefer if you did not go off before the main event as it were.”
Hamish mumbled his agreement on the final point. Goddess, dinnae let this be like the others. Although he was confident he could still handle a bit of roughness like the old days, he would’ve vastly preferred if the initial entry wasn’t. He rather liked Darshan. At least, what he’d seen of the man so far. It would be a shame to end this at the beginning. “So we are actually going to do this?”
“Well, yes.” Amusement hitched up one side of the man’s mouth and tweaked his moustache. He slowly crept up Hamish’s body, pausing to kiss every so often and not once losing eye contact. “And you better tell me if it starts hurting.”
He huffed. “I’m nae some pansy,” he grumbled, the declaration surprisingly gruff even to his ears. “I can handle a bit of pain.”
“And as I already told you, I am in no hurry to hurt you.” Resting up on his elbows, Darshan removed his glasses and set them on the bedside table. Without the barrier of lenses dulling their hues, the rich multi-coloured irises were laid bare. Although the pupils were blown wide, the separate rings of brown and green were still clear.
“How well can you see me without those?” Hamish asked, indicating the glasses.
“This close?” Darshan placed a wet kiss in the centre of Hamish’s chest. “Well enough. And I do not plan to get far enough from you for it to matter. Shall we continue?” The question was thick and heavy with need.
Hamish nodded. He pressed deeper into the mattress as his legs were gently assisted into position by Darshan’s touch. His hips tilted, putting him in a slightly angled pose. He felt the spellster against him, the man’s warmth sitting just at the entrance.
His gut quivered, barely constrained excitement shuddered through his lungs. That was new. Usually, it was a war of doubt and lust, where experience told him this would hurt and it would take a mixture of desire and drink to herd him to the point where he didn’t care.
He tipped his head back, closed his eyes and tried to remain relaxed.
“No slamming in, I am afraid,” Darshan murmured. He pushed against Hamish, the pressure gentle and steady.
Hamish fisted the sheets, struggling to keep his breathing even and his mind from thinking on the past. He’d had plenty of men in those times who’d taken him suddenly enough. Never without his consent, but certainly without a care towards his readiness or wellbeing.
Risking a peek between his lashes showed Darshan’s face to be nothing but care. For me. The rasp of the man’s breath was laborious and sweat already dripped from his hook of a nose, but he maintained the slow pace.
Try as he might, Hamish couldn’t help the faint hissing inhalation as Darshan slid in—to the hilt, just as he had promised—and the building pressure finally gave way to fullness. He could typically remain silent whilst in the act, even through some of the most vicious pain. But this… It—
Darshan groaned. His eyes slid closed and he halted all movement, save for the slight shift of his heavy breaths. An air of patient waiting surrounded him.
It doesnae hurt. That was the first fully coherent thought to surface. It usually burned in the beginning and he generally spent much of the night after smarting. This was warmth, a dull ache that couldn’t quite make up its mind whether it should hurt or not, and—
Darshan tilted his weight, leaning on one bent elbow, whilst he slid his free hand down Hamish’s side. An uncontrollable flush of heat burrowed into Hamish’s body, emanating from the man’s fingertips. Rather than burn, it soothed.
“Wha—?” Hamish squirmed, trying to see just what the man was doing to him.
“Hush,” Darshan breathed, the word little more than a hiss of air. “Just a bit of precautionary healing.” As gravelled with desire as his voice was, it also came tempered by concern. “Are you all right so far? I can wait if you need the time to adjust.”
He shook his head, an unfettered grin stretching his mouth wide. “I’m just grand.” Was that why the man had stopped? For me? A hectic mixture of emotion tightened his chest and filled his eyes, threatening to spill. He blinked the tears back lest Darshan thought the worst of them. No one had ever waited for him to be ready. “Is this what sex is usually like for you?”
“Honestly?” The corner of Darshan’s mouth lifted. “It is typically a lot faster.”
He’d had fast before. Strong, hectic thrusts that had almost brought him pleasure. To have this sensation on top of that… “I can handle fast.”
Darshan chuckled, bouncing the both of them as his mirth vibrated the mattress. “You say that now, but I have yet to actually move. And I have no desire to push your limits tonight.”
“What if I
