Freebie Friday: NSFW Heart of Stars, Part 7 (m/m)

Blurb:

It takes a bloody battle, the death of several of his men, and a near death experience of his own for Afron to see what lies in his heart for Makara. Now the barbarian won't let anything stand in the way of their destiny -- not even the prostitute's petulant (if half-hearted) refusal to see him.

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Makara blinked back tears. "I've never been asked anything like this."

Afron smirked. "What makes you think I'm asking now?" He stood and pushed Makara the rest of the way down into the bed, unwrapping the silk sheet from around Makara's waist. He straddled Makara and leaned down, resting his weight on his elbows on either side of Makara.

"Every inch of you belongs to me," Afron whispered. "From your ears" -- he nibbled delicately at one -- "to your lips" -- another nibble -- "to your chest" -- a swipe of his tongue met Makara's flesh -- "to your belly" -- a lingering tickle of the tip of Afron's tongue in Makara's belly button -- "to your marvelous, thick cock."

His kisses stopped there, though. Instead of using his mouth, Afron trailed his fingers along Makara's length, causing Makara to whimper and buck his hips up off the bed. But there was something more Makara needed before he could say yes, and it had nothing to do with the throbbing between his legs. "Do you love me?" he asked.

Afron looked up, a crooked frown on his face. "Is the ring not proof of that?"

"Then say it." Makara reached down and threaded his fingers through Afron's hair. "Say it." He tried to keep the pleading from his voice, tried not to sound so desperate and pathetic, but he wasn't sure he succeeded.

Afron kissed a path up Makara's chest, pausing to sniff Makara's scent, breathe it in deeply until his eyes rolled back in his head and he shivered. When he reached Makara's lips, Afron took hold of Makara's chin and held it in his strong, hard grip. "I love you, Makara, my Heart of Stars."

At last, the dread and worry that had weighed Makara down seemed to dissipate. Afron wanted him -- no matter what. His chest filled with a new, sweet ache and Makara thought he would burst with joy. He wrapped his arms and legs around Afron as Afron's lips claimed his again and again, savagely at first, staking claim, then slowly and thoroughly, enjoying, savoring, and plundering. Makara clung to him, gripping Afron tighter than he ever had.

Afron broke their contact first, pulled back and looked down at Makara for what seemed like a long time, and then lowered his head. Makara hissed as Afron's tongue slithered over his left nipple, trailed down his chest, twisted and turned in his belly button before continuing on down to his cock. Makara thought to stop him -- such an act of submission was something Makara would have never expected or asked for from the strong, domineering barbarian. But the moment the moist heat of Afron's mouth touched him there, Makara was lost. Afron licked the shaft of Makara's cock with long strokes, flattening out his tongue, sending shocks of pleasure through Makara's body.

He cried out and shuddered as Afron dipped lower, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing that sensitive slit on the back. Desperate for more sensation, Makara raised his own hands to his chest, tweaked and pinched his nipples as Afron adorned his cock with delicate nibbles and kisses. "Please..."

Afron looked up, grinning. "Not yet. I have much more in store for you." His jovial visage turned serious for a moment, a frown tugging his lips downward. "Much more to make up for." Wrapping one hand around Makara's cock, he lifted it up and bent his head again, turning his attention to Makara's balls, licking them with those same long, thorough strokes.

Makara writhed and shivered, bucked and cried out. The firm grip of Afron's hand on his cock, combined with the soft, velvety slide of Afron's tongue on his flesh threatened to drive him to madness. He'd never truly been the sole recipient when they'd been together; though Afron always saw to his pleasure, their sessions had never been this one-sided, and he found he didn't quite care for not being able to reciprocate.

Driven by instinct, Makara did something he had never done before -- had never even thought to do. He took control. He reached down to twine his fingers in Afron's hair and tugged.

Afron raised his head, one eyebrow arched, and a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You have an objection?"

To be continued...