Loving Djinni, page 18
Sharu stayed still, fully buried, his hands firm on David's hips, breathing hard. David desperately wanted him to move, but he remained just as still, savouring this incredible moment of being one.
But unlike the time before, he didn't dissolve into mere sensations. This time, he stayed alert, watching Sharu. He watched how his lips twitched into a silent growl, how he breathed in deeply when he finally started to move. How his whole body threw itself into the motion.
In this moment, it was clear that he really wasn't a teenage boy. There was nothing lanky or insecure in his movements. He was feral and strong, the body he wore clearly only another disguise.
He was so beautiful it took David's breath away.
David watched him, making sure he didn't lose one single detail. He could see Sharu's face twitch, noticed the way the muscles on his back shivered when he tried to hold back, saw how white his knuckles turned when he clenched his hands into David's hips. It was so hot just watching him take what he wanted, what he needed, that David could have forgotten he was being fucked at all.
Only he couldn't. Every nerve in his body was clamoring for his attention, reverberating with the sensations coursing through him. It was a symphony in two voices and David felt like he was drowning in it.
He could see in Sharu's face as he approached his climax, could feel him grow even harder. His movements got more restrained, shakier, as if he tried to slow down the avalanche that was building in his body, and David tensed up with him.
Right then, they could have been lying in the middle of the field at a Super Bowl finale – David wouldn't have noticed.
David watched Sharu, saw his face twist in passion, shining with sweat, gasping for air, his hips thrusting forward with determination yet shaky with the control he exerted. He was so perfect, so much more than David would have ever dared to wish for.
He closed his legs around Sharu's back, urgently pulling him down towards him, feeling Sharu's hot body against his own, shivering with the first tremors of his peaking passion. And then, suddenly but not unexpectedly, he abandoned restraint, thrusting into David hard and deep and quick, shuddering, moaning so loudly it resembled more a guttural roar than anything else.
When he felt Sharu come inside of him, it was like feeling it for the first time. He tried not to, but even though his own body did not join Sharu in peaking, he just had to yell out his lust, his love, his feral joy in his lover's climax in such an unrestrained way David had never dared before.
Maybe being mad was perfectly fine.
***
So this was why they said sex is so much better when you were in love with the person you are with. Sharu had definitely been wrong when he'd said love was overrated. It was utterly mindblowing. And that was exactly what he felt like. Like his mind was gone and he was reduced to mere sensations.
He had desired others before, but really just for the sake of getting them, not because his need for being close to them was so great it would have ripped him apart had it not been satisfied. He had never allowed himself to lose all control over his passion.
Mortals were such fragile things and Sharu was well aware how easily they could get hurt. But he wasn't afraid of hurting David. He knew he wouldn't, couldn't, ever.
All his senses were filled with his lover. The heat of his skin, the scent of his neck, the pleasant buzz from David's garbled scream of pleasure.
Looking at him, Sharu found David's eyes were still aglow with happiness and love. Not average at all. Beautiful beyond measure.
He drew David up and kissed him, softly now, lovingly. Even though Sharu wasn't a weak mortal, his whole body was still trembling with the aftershocks of their incredible love-making.
A shiver ran through David's body and Sharu realised he must be getting cold in the chilly garage. Now that Sharu's lust was sated, it did not look that desirable a place to stay anymore. So he simply spelled David back into his clothes and helped him off the hood of the car. The poor thing now showed a few interesting dents and scratch marks.
Davie looked back at the hood as well and a naughty smile graced his lips. That smile easily rivalled Sharu's naughtiest grin, he noted with a certain pride.
“I wonder what Arthur will make of that.” He pointed at the car. When he saw Sharu's confused expression, he added, “It's his car we just used. You have to meet him some time. He's a very distinguished member of society.”
Now Sharu had to grin as well. Holding hands like happy boys, they went over to the elevator to go up to David's apartment.
Once inside the elevator, Sharu tried to remember if there had ever been a time when he had felt this close to anybody. But even when he had still been a free spirit, nothing like this had ever happened. Of course he had been close to his family. But that really was something different, as they were mighty spirits as well and given to as much mischief as he was. One never knew when they were going to pull a prank.
There had been other mystical creatures around back then. Other spirits, ifrits, mermaids, a whole panoply of them. Some of them had even been friends to him. But none had ever come close to what he felt with David.
And mortals? He hadn't really cared about mortals. They had been few, particularly compared to nowadays.
Sharu gazed over at David to reassure himself that his feelings were still the same, that he really loved him as much as he thought he did. His heart missed a beat when he noticed David's expression. To say it was feral would have been an understatement. And the look suited him. It made Sharu's heart jump in a way he had never felt before.
***
The memories of their love-making were still swirling through David's mind.
They had slightly ruined the car. The dents were obvious, and maybe David shouldn't have used the windscreen-wipers as handholds. They didn't look happy about the treatment.
David just hoped the security cameras had been fooled by Sharu's magic as well. If not, that would be one hell of a repair bill to pay. And one very upset Arthur to console.
David noticed with a certain fierceness that his body hadn't had as much satisfaction of its own as it would have liked. And this certainly was a more private place than among the cars.
He looked over at Sharu, only to find him leaning against the back wall of the elevator, his look dazed, his face flushed with that undeniable pink of someone thoroughly fucked just moments ago. Sharu supported himself on the wooden handrail that had been installed across the mirror that formed the elevator's back, looking exhausted, dreamy, and very hot.
Sharu must have noticed his stare, for suddenly his eyes focused on David, and the look he found in Sharu's eyes made his desire spike anew. So David just grinned at him and stopped the elevator.
Sharu raised one eyebrow in half question, half worry, and one hundred percent pure male allure.
Tremendously enjoying the fact that for once, he could surprise Sharu at least a little, David walked over to him, realising that he was prowling. Consequently, and very consistent to the role he had chosen to play, Sharu backed up against the mirror, looking at him full of suspicion.
“What are you doing, Davie?”
“I am prowling.” David moved up so close to him that Sharu had to look up. It had never occurred to David how hot it was that he was actually taller than Sharu, since his djinni had always managed to stay in control. Now that he was looking up with wide eyes, it made David's blood run even hotter.
“Prowling, I see.” Sharu didn't seem to be reassured. “And what makes you 'prowl' in this elevator?”
“Isn't that obvious?”
David was surprised at the ease he staged his 'I'm-a-naughty-seducer' show, but with his lover acting so in line, it was exceedingly enticing.
“No, not really.”
Sharu was so fucking hot when he tried to appear innocent, even though it wasn't very credible. He still smelled of sex. His hands where clenching on the wooden railing behind him and the way he looked at David made it clear that he was more than willing to carry this next escapade as far as David would like.
He leaned forward. “You are wearing way too many clothes,” he growled into Sharu's ear.
***
“Am I?” Sharu was pretty sure where they were heading and he was surprised as well.
Where had his shy, confusable mortal gone all of a sudden? Or, more precisely, who had replaced him with this hungry predator who was now pressing Sharu's back against the mirror of the elevator, kissing his mouth without a second's hesitation and grabbing his ass hard with both hands.
The sound he made when David let go of him for a second must have been pretty close to “Eeep!” considering David's look of deep satisfaction at his rumpled state. David really had more surprises in store than Sharu had given him credit for. Naughty mortal! Deliciously naughty mortal.
“I think I would like some more of that ‘second half’ now,” David announced, his fingers finding their way under Sharu's shirt while he was still recovering from his initial shock.
Did he now? This was turning into the longest, multi-part wish Sharu had ever granted. Kind of granted. Whatever. It also was by a very long stretch the most enjoyable wish of Sharu's career as an imprisoned djinni. He was fully willing to slice it into as many tiny pieces as possible to make it last forever.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we just fuck down in the garage?” Sharu asked, unable to keep the hungry purr out of his own voice. What the hell had happened to the control over his body? Then again, why fight it?
“Well, you fucked me,” David replied with a dirty smirk. “Now we'll try it the other way around.”
It would have taken Sharu one thought and he would have been gone from David's curious fingers, which were already stroking the exposed skin of his chest. And of course, David could have ordered him back just as easily. But David wouldn't. And Sharu wouldn't either. He found himself transfixed by David's hungry eyes, as unable to move as a rabbit staring at a snake. What a weird feeling. What an utterly sexy, arousing feeling to lose control this way. To willingly give it up.
All he managed to say in response was a not very intelligent “Urhmp....” as David kissed him again and this time, it was Sharu who was reduced to complete incoherence.
He didn't even realise David was quickly divesting him of his clothes until he felt the cold glass of the mirror press against his back. David drew back for a moment to study him and Sharu found himself desperately mewling for his continued attention. He wanted David. So much. Always.
“You really do look sexy like that.” David watched Sharu with that infuriatingly confident smirk on his lips and passion in his eyes. “All hot and begging.”
“I'm not begging.” It didn't sound convincing even to him.
“Turn around.”
Sharu obeyed instantly, wondering why he had done so. But the answer was right there when he looked at himself in the mirror. David was right. He did look like he was begging to be fucked. Alright then. But that didn't mean that he would make it easy for David. After all, a conquest won too easily was much less satisfying.
He was about to say something when one of David's hands came to rest on his shoulder, bending him over slowly, while the other reached around him, quickly opening his pants and pulling them down with a hard yank.
“Hmm, still no briefs.” David whispered happily and both his hands started to stroke Sharu's exposed ass.
He heard the zipper of David's jeans and watched in the mirror as David pushed them down just far enough to free his erection. David caught his eyes watching him and smiled, stroking his cock as well as Sharu's ass, moving closer and closer to the place he wanted to use. Such a hot image.
“What do you think, my beautiful little spirit, shall I tease you some more or would you like me to take you?” David asked. “Feel like begging yet?”
He was driving Sharu mad and he knew it, but his challenge made it virtually impossible to give in that easily. So Sharu countered with a growl and closed his eyes, intent on ignoring him as long as he possibly could. He wanted David to work for it. Wanted his lover's touch all over him. Wanted to enjoy this single-minded attention for as long as possible. Of course he would beg. Probably on his knees.
But not yet.
***
It was so fucking hot to watch Sharu. David felt like his mind was going to burn up just from watching.
That Sharu wanted him hard enough to obey his command was almost surreal, considering how often he had been forced to obey his previous masters. But that really was the difference – David wasn't forcing him. He'd never do that, would never use that infernal curse against Sharu to get what he wanted.
Using Sharu's own desire against him, now that was a completely different matter. And boy did that djinni want him.
Sharu was leaning forward, his hands on the rail, completely nude, his forehead pressed against the glass of the mirror, his breath painting small clouds of mist on the glass. His perfect, bronze skin gleamed in the light of the small room, and David could see him shiver. But surely not of cold.
In the amber-tinted reflection on the other side of the mirror, David could see both of them, Sharu's eyes closed in concentration, his reason already taken over by desire, yet his pride still forcing him to resist.
And David could see himself. Across the bare back of his lover, he looked at his own image. And maybe for the first time, David truly liked what he saw. His hair in disarray, his shirt crumpled, his look was fierce, almost feral. He looked down to where his exposed cock lay against Sharu's ass, hard and throbbing with need. It was like an exquisitely staged scene from some high class porn movie. Only this was reality, and David was the star.
What a silly line, David thought, smirking at his own reflection, surprised by the flashing white of his teeth. Man, had he always looked that good? Or was it just that he started to like himself when Sharu was around?
Didn't matter. There definitely were more important things at hand right now. Like his djinni's hot skin under his hands.
Deftly rubbing his cock against Sharu's firm flesh, holding his hips fixed with his hands, David noticed how sexy it was to have almost all his clothes on while his lover was completely nude.
It was so hot to take him like this, and Sharu was obviously enjoying it just as David did.
By now, the djinni was growling, maybe trying to groan and purr at the same time – yet still he had his eyes closed, his hands clenched to the handrail, his back covered by a silken sheen of sweat.
David took his time running both hands over Sharu's flanks, digging in his fingertips. He rubbed his cock along the cleft of his ass like a promise of things to come.
Maybe Sharu was able to keep himself from begging David to take him, but slowly David lost his control. He just felt the urge to shove his cock right inside him, to feel him tight and hot, clenching around his cock, to fill him, fuck him. He needed him so badly.
His squirming demon groaned, trying to speak and failing miserably.
“What?” David's voice was shaking, betraying his desire far more than he would have liked.
“You ... cruel ... bastard!”
Oh. He couldn't help but grin at that one. It felt great to have his own insult flung back at him.
“And? Do you like it?”
David reached around Sharu, grabbing for his sleek cock, touching him in a way David knew he liked. And, most rewardingly, whatever Sharu had intended to reply was swallowed by a loud moan he just couldn't suppress.
“Tell me, do you like it?”
Using his free hand to push his almost unyielding cock between Sharu's legs, David continued to stroke his djinni, pressing himself against Sharu's body, feeling the warmth of Sharu's butt through the rough denim of his jeans.
“Tell me, do you want to feel me inside you?”
Sharu groaned again, hardly able to suppress the shudders that ran through his body, a tiny yelp escaping him as David pushed back his foreskin.
“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, feel me move within you?”
Some spit on his fingertips would have to do for now, but as his slick fingers touched Sharu's exposed cock again, the shivers that ran through his body were accompanied by a soft whimper.
“Who's ... the ... demon now?” Sharu hissed under his breath, opening his eyes to stare at David in the mirror.
David didn't even think of stopping to caress his cock, throbbing with need as it was.
“Do you want it?”
“You bloody ... gods ... know ... I... “
He closed his eyes, and David could feel his body tense up as he fully concentrated on what David did to him.
“Say it, love. Do you want it?”
“Fuck! Of course I want, you ... you....”
The rest of his sentence trailed away into unintelligibility as what little attention he was still able to spare to speaking was washed away by another push from David's hips, reminding him of the hot cock between his legs.
Sure he wanted it. And David wanted it just as much. He could hardly hold back.
Bending over, still not letting go of his cock, David nibbled at Sharu's earlobe, then whispered,
“Wish for it.”
***
For a long, long moment Sharu felt frozen in utter, disbelieving shock. He hadn't really said that. He couldn't! He just couldn't.
But his brain told him otherwise and a hot shiver ran down the whole length of his body, fury at David's audacity mixed with unbearable need.
And still he was held captive, one of David's hands rubbing his aching cock and David's rock-hard dick teasing his ass until Sharu thought he would scream with frustration and need. Had he ever wanted to be fucked that badly? Probably not.
So he opened his eyes and looked at both of them. Himself, all hot and almost whining with need, bent over, more than ready to be taken, David standing behind him, trembling with lust, almost unable to hold back any longer, wish or no wish, staring at the mirror himself.
