Fantasia

He watched on, the hand around Axel's length continuing its wicked strokes to keep it full and thickened; it wasn't that different in its heft and size, so when his grip around it parted to rest against Axel's stomach, he felt it lay across his stomach, neglected for now. As the man worked in tandem, angling Cyrus' shaft upwards and another hand helping to spread his globular cheek apart, the hand upon Axel's stomach began to caress the smooth, warm skin there, goading him into relaxing as best as he could. Cyrus knew all too well how difficult it was, considering the beastial girth of that pink cockhead pressing into that sensitive, puckered hole. To aid in his task, Cyrus moved to settle a hand across his cheek, helping to spread it whilst helping to maintain Axel's elevated position above his lap. The warlock had every intention of doing most of the work; he knew the librarian had powerful dense thighs, but being subjected to that mixture of unrelenting pain and intense pleasure was not something that could be compared to someone's robustness.

At the initial breach, feeling that tight ring of muscle slowly ease out around the very tip of his cock, Axel winced. That familiar tight grip around him was intoxicating, he itched to thrust up and encase every last inch he had to give. He knew the repercussions all too well to do such a horrible thing. Instead, he allowed Axel to take the lead, to take control as his body naturally accustomed itself to the girthy intrusion spearing into him. Cyrus didn't goad, tempt or mock, he merely laid there, watching and waiting, grunting and moaning as the naked musculature of the man above him began to become feasibly pliant and weaker as the minutes passed by. "That's it, baby... that's my boy." Sheathed within, the tip of his cock illustrated his arousal with a constant deposit of pre-ejaculate, copious amounts of it seeping forth to line those tight, constricting walls that surrounded the few inches Axel could handle, as of now. "F-fuck... I will never get tired of how amazing this pussy of yours feels around my fat fucking dick, Axel... fuck." The hand upon his belly began to caress in a circular pattern, pads of his fingers massaging into the dense muscle of his abdominals to help ease some of the tension and pain he was feeling.

Of course, Cyrus would let him move and slide down the lubed length whenever he wanted. It was a painstaking process, and at times the librarian wondered if it was too slow for his lover. But Axel learned over time not to second-guess himself, especially in such intimate moments like this. Instead, he opted to keep his gaze fixated on the other man, staring deep into his lover’s eyes as a way of encouraging him that he was doing everything right. The soft praises from Cyrus also helped, and it was clear from the view of Axel’s cock twitching and dripping more droplets of pre-cum that he very much enjoyed hearing the other man encourage him so sweetly like this.

“H-Hngh… Ngh… ‘S t-tight…” he stammered as he slid down another centimeter. The small, subtle movement was enough to make his body jolt and arch in surprise. The changed angle and position felt like electricity shooting through him, and his soft words spilled into a mixture of yelps and moans of delight. Every time he thought he couldn’t take any more, Axel did his best to push past that feeling of fullness. The warlock’s fat head was driving into a particularly sensitive spot, to the point where Axel’s head was hanging loosely to the side against his shoulder. Small pants and gasps filled the empty space between them, and he reached down to grope at his lover’s heaving pecs for support.

“It’s… y-your pussy… to have…” he groaned as he felt Cyrus’ lips press up against his own. The kiss was an absolute delight, and Axel could feel his lover's tenderness. As their tongues collided and met inside the librarian’s mouth, Axel obediently opened up his mouth to suck on the intrusion. His muffled moans and whimpers grew in frequency and volume as he felt his hole loosen up just a bit more. “F-Feels good… B-Big…” he mumbled, his eyes rolling back from the sensation. Every time Cyrus was buried deep inside of him, it was hard for Axel not to fall into a drunken-like stupor. His thoughts became this jumbled, bubbly mess, with thoughts of lust, love, and infatuation all swelling up inside his heart. He craved Cyrus, desired him in ways hard to put into words. Axel could only show his devotion to his lover through his actions.

When he felt the other man’s hands clasp his fat ass cheeks, the mixture of fat and muscle offering up a pillowy cushion to grope, Axel breathed out a sigh of relief. His thighs were already starting to shake and tremble from the sliding effort as he remained half-squatting, half-kneeling above Cyrus. But with the warlock taking over to help guide him up and down, the blonde could only moan with happiness and satisfaction. “P-Please… Cy…” He was more than happy to let the other man bounce him around like a toy if it meant feeling that thick, slicked cock sliding along the tight, inner walls of his pucker.

Cyrus proceeded with his work, his jaw beginning to slacken from how wide his lips had to spread to accommodate the man's size. There was no complaints, this is exactly what he wanted; he carried on for several minutes, the speed and rhythm alternated. No matter what, the bedroom was filled with the wet sounds of Cyrus' lips rolling back and forth, his mouth flooded with pre-sperm and hot spit, mixing it all together to slosh and thoroughly drench the man's length. Whenever his lips unsealed, a stream of it would pool down to aid his hand in its strokes. Cyrus didn't care for how wet and messy things became, he wanted Axel to acknowledge that for any future endeavours they may get into. The wet slick hand streaming along that length was like a symphony to his ears, the constant gulping and swallow of the man's length as it bore deep into his throat, not quite ready to take the leap to take on the last couple of inches that remained. Time flowed well, enough that beads of sweat began to form along his temple and forehead due to his efforts. And as Cyrus plainly allowed himself to provide the librarian with the pleasure he had never experienced before, he found himself to be enjoying it. Just knowing that he was pleasuring the most beautiful man on this planet was enough for a deep, guttural moan to vibrate from the depths of his chest, vibrations coursing from his lips to the meat as he greedily devoured it down.

Just as he began to hear Axel's incoming climax approaching, Cyrus noted how the man clutched at the bed sheets with both of his hands, his chiseled and muscular body tensing, biceps flaring across the skin, cock twitching and pulsing, large smooth balls becoming firmer. One last bob of his head, and Cyrus slowly retracted his heads, lips tight across the hot flesh to extract every glob of spit and pre-cum that seeped out of him, swallowing it down. He carefully allowed his cock to lay upwards towards his bellybutton, that pink thick head breaching just under it, all to deny Axel the chance to climax. "No... not yet, Ax." Before he could do anything else, his tongue trailed out, wide and flat, laying it from underneath that warm sac, over the heavy balls, gradually trailing upwards for a long, leisured lick along the underside of that powerful shaft. Nearing the tower, he pressed a kiss to it, then progressed to lead a path upwards through his abdominals, kissing every curve, bump and patch of skin he could get his lips on. "You can feed me your load another time." This was a body worthy of daily worship... to hold, squeeze, lick, suck and kiss. Cyrus was reverent. Mind ablazed in lust and adoration. "Maybe, if you let me, I'll suck you off while you're having your lunch." The trail lead him to crawl upwards, hands settling on the bed at either side of Axel's naked body, cocks aligning together, full and heavy, one wet and one dry. The trail of kisses ran the course across Axel's broad chest, making sure to pay particular attention to the ripe nub of his nipple by spending a few minutes suckling at the teat, humming and groaning happily. Cyrus comes about, until he's ultimately burying his face into the crook of the man's neck, his hands moving to pull Axel's large arms down and under Cyrus', to lock him in for their bodies to press flush against one another.

It took everything in him to hold himself back, despite him teetering on the precipice of spilling over and making a mess inside of the other man’s mouth. But Cyrus was treating him so nicely, and Axel didn’t want to disappoint him or disobey his request. So, gritting his teeth, Axel clenched the sheets as he willed himself to hold off. Thankfully, the other man could notice how desperate the librarian was at holding himself back, and Axel could only breathe out a shaky, shuddering sigh of relief once the waves of pleasure popped off his slicked cock with a loud and wet pop. The following kisses were just as intoxicating, though, teasing at his balls, the underside of his cock, his chest, and his nipples. Basking in the aftermath, Axel could only lie there limply as he felt Cyrus continue to nip and kiss along his neck.

Each press of Cyrus’ lips drew out another soft moan from Axel, and he could feel the sparks running along his body start to ease into a low, fiery heat inside his stomach. He leaned up into the soft kiss on his lips, only blinking his dazed eyes so that his gaze could focus once more on Cyrus. A rosy blush colored his lips as he leaned back in for another kiss. “I… It was incredible… I’ve never felt like that before…” Axel admitted with a small chuckle slipping out. “Is it always like that? I… don’t know if I could make you feel just like that. B-But I want to try.” His words were quickly cut off by the feeling of the other man’s tongue slipping into his mouth. There was a lingering muskiness that mixed with Cyrus’ saliva, and Axel shuddered as he swallowed up the taste. The filthy words, the teasing tone, and the light encouragement for the librarian to be more sexually active… It was enough for him to curl up a bit more in the warm embrace of the other.

“I… Is it crazy to say that I want to do much more with you? I don’t want to leave this bed if I can spend all my time here with you.” He paused before tenderly pressing his lips against Cyrus’ once more in a soft and gentle kiss.

“You’re beautiful too. I could get lost just staring at you. It feels like time stops.”

At last, his lips plopped off with. The very tip was glistening now, soaked in a generous dollop of hot spit. Cyrus inspected his work for a few seconds, looked back up and fashioned his man a genuine, joyful smile. "You know what..." He cleared his throat, the hand moving to stroke the length as he spoke. "Not only do you have a pretty and huge dick, it also tastes pretty amazing." No doubt because Axel lead a very healthy lifestyle; he looked like he took great care of himself. He was fit and properly groomed, with a great sense of hygiene. Nothing else needed to be said. Instead, the arm of the hand grasping at his manhood came down between the spread, muscular legs. The hand came from beneath, cradling the warm spherical testicles into the palm of his hand, filling it out completely and spilling from their sheer, unloaded size. He foresaw a lot of potent seed. Delicate fingertips massaged the sensitive flesh as he returned, the light grip enabling him to still keep that prized length upright.

Again, his tongue flicked out, tasting the tip of Axel's cock, the slick sheen of the mixture of pre-cum and saliva glistening in the cool morning light. He savored the subtle sweetness and saltiness to it, the warmth of it. Taking in the way Axel's body naturally responded by the eager twitch and throbbing of his cock. Cyrus then moved more precisely, his lips parting again, wider now, the blunt head brushed past his lips until it collided with the back of his mouth. With a gentle and slow manoeuvre, he began to swallow inch after inch, taking that pillar of meat deeper. Cheeks hollowed as he eased down, like a snake devouring its prey, lips sliding over the thick, pulsing shaft with a velvety, wet glide. His tongue swirled beneath, tracing slow, deliberate circles along the underside where it could reach. The warlock's mouth worked with a practiced ease. He halted when he was nearly halfway, his neck bulging, storing that thickened rod of meat. Now, he was unable to avert his gaze, his eyes had to be shut, he couldn't pay much mind to how Axel reacted, he could only hear him now. Alas, having heard no signs of being urged to stop, he started a steady rhythm of suction. Spit flowed freely from his glans, soaking the meat down thoroughly, soaking out over untamed inches, spooling at the base of his groin. His head retracted as far back as the pink head, eyes briefly opening to take a quick peak at his lovers face, before diving again, lips sliding down and rolling up, taut to form enough pressure to inhibit a wet, massaging feeling to that delicious, prized prick. It was a sensual dance, warm and wet, spit and pre. Tongue, lips and the lining of his throat working together to deliver a light pumping suction as he sank and raised his head over it, over and over.

Cyrus' free hand moved away from Axel's abdominals to settle across his navel area, fingers kneading the muscle of the Adonis belt as he deepened the abduction of his mouth over that cock. The taste of him filled Cyrus' senses—musky, rich, intoxicating—and he reveled in the connection, knowing that he was the only person in all of existence to worship such a monstrous beauty. Now and then, when his head rose up, his tongue flicked up and over the sensitive head, teasing the rim, circling the slit, while his lips pressed soft, slow kisses along the shaft.

Perhaps it was his mistake then, for not clarifying what might be too overwhelming. After all, Axel had no frame of reference as to what he should have been feeling. Beyond his growing attraction to Cyrus and the need to have the other man tease him and play with his body, he certainly didn't expect to feel this. It was slow and steady at first, what with the other man swapping from strokes to tedder suckling at the tip of his throbbing cock. The librarian groaned lowly at the mere sensation of the other's tongue sliding along the slit of his cock, and his body trembled with such a sensitive ache. It was the first time someone had even bothered putting their mouth down there, the first time someone had touched him. Axel couldn't even protest about how it was dirty, how he was leaking fluids that Cyrus should spit out. Whatever words he wanted to say were coming out as seedy, panting mewls and moans of pleasure. The warlock's lips wrapped around the flared head of his cock, and the tip of his cock was quickly coated in a slick and warm feeling of saliva.

He whimpered as he listened to those low, primal groans of pleasure that came from Cyrus as the other man continued to suck away at his hardened dick. Axel wondered if he could become even more aroused, if there was a state of erection beyond his throbbing, leaking cock. When the other man pulled away after a moment of the two of them just sitting there and basking in the pleasure, Axel could only prop himself up to properly gaze at Cyrus from his position. "Y-You think so...?" he managed to gasp out, his cheeks darkened with both a blush and a flush from the mere start of their activities. "I... Is it okay for you to t-taste that? I-It's not dirty to you?" he whimpered, his eyes darting towards the fresh dollop of precum that started to drop forth once more. "I-I'm sorry... I... I leak a lot," Axel finished, stammering once more as he glanced away shyly. It was a common occurrence for his underwear to have damp and wet patches in the front on nights when he felt particularly aroused, but beyond the simple touching of himself in the shower, Axel had left himself relatively unsatisfied.

Whatever feelings of uncertainty or doubts about himself were quickly shoved aside the moment Cyrus's tongue darted out to lap up the slick coming from his leaking tip. "C-Cyrus...!" he moaned, his back arching off the bed as his hips chased after the warm feeling. Axel did his best to keep himself steady, although his body was simply reacting to the mere feeling of the other man having his way as he pleased. But even he couldn't hold back the whimpers of pleasure that spilled forth as he watched the warlock begin to swallow up inch after inch of his length. The blonde gaped like a fish out of water, his mouth only opening as his body forced out lewd noises of pleasure and delight at the wet sensations surrounding his erection. Axel squirmed at the feeling, his face contorting with pleasure and need as he felt the firm and steady suction sliding up and down his shaft. The librarian moaned once more, one hand reaching up to cover his eyes, although inadvertently showing off his musky pits. "O-Oh... oh my-- Hngh... Hah... C-Cy....!"

It was a steady and careful approach, nothing too sudden that would surprise Axel. Amidst his lust-fueled haze, even Axel could see just how tender and gentle Cyrus was treating him. He whimpered as he shifted his arm up a bit, only to catch sight of the other's lustful and hungry gaze. Cyrus's mouth worked efficiently and fluidly, never once stopping in his steady rhythm of suction. Even as saliva dripped down his length and slipped over his tight, hefty balls, Axel could do nothing more than moan and whimper as if he were in heat. His body shuddered with each long and slow draw of the warlock's lips, as if each teasing glance over the veins and ridges of his cock were pulling Axel up to a new plateau of pleasure.

"W-Want to t-touch you..." he whimpered out weakly, his eyes fixating on the sight of Cyrus bobbing. His other hand gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles white from how badly he was trying to hold himself steady so that the other man could properly taste him. It was such a teasing, almost ritualistic-like dance with the way Cyrus moved and bobbed and teased the sensitive bits of his cock. Axel could only watch with bated breath as he felt the other man service and properly worship his cock. He gritted his teeth, the librarian's toes curling once more as he felt a growing pressure in his crotch. It was too soon, far too soon for this to end already. But it was also his first time doing something like this with someone, especially with someone as handsome, sexy, and skilled as Cyrus.

Axel let out a choked groan of protest as he offered up a deeply lewd noise of delight as he felt the other's hands palming at his balls. "C-Cyrus... w-wait... I-I'm g-gonna cum a-already i-if you--" he stammered, a soft and weak plea spilling forth from his lips as he tried to stay steady. If his words were not enough of an indication, the rather steady spurts of precum starting to freely flow from the other's cock slit were clear enough. And if he came already from just this, would that be it for their morning?

The warlock's body surged with life and heat, his erection throbbed where it laid, wet and engorged and forgotten, pre seeping from the slit to stream down the interior of his thigh. His breath, his skin, even the slow roll of his muscles beneath Axel was hot against his skin. Neither could blame it on the setting Sun, as the day became cooler. He shifted again, guiding Axel's leg higher along his waist, spreading him open without force, only calm insistence—much like the waves of the ocean lapped up against the shore to roll it back, bit by bit. His gaze, heavy-lidded and dark with lust, swept over Axel's exposed, Herculean form, with a hunger that had nothing to do with appetite and everything to do with unfiltered, genuine adoration. Cyrus reached down and brushed his thumb slowly along the length of Axel's perineum, marveling at how sensitive, smooth and warm the skin there was. Every twitch, every flutter of muscle under his touch, was another telling sign that Cyrus had him in the grasp of him, quite literally. Cyrus had been learning and taming this man since they met, and still, he yearned for more; he needed him trembling, whimpering, legs seizing all function and devoting his body for the pleasure Cyrus wanted to gift him with. He tilted his head to the side along Axel's braced arm around him, puckered his lips to kiss the centre of the interior of his bicep, adoringly—the soft skin so rarely touched, so easily overlooked—and then kissed it again, trailing open-mouthed worship over his deltoid and shoulder, clavicle, neck. Meanwhile, the hand from his side had come down, slipping underneath the curve of Axel's ass, where sweat and spit had mixed into something glistening and slick.

There, Cyrus held on, supporting his weight as it rested against him.

Cyrus didn't let up, his fingering was consistent, though the pacing and speed would alternate.

"I know," he replied earnestly, whispered against Axel's lips. "I know you love me." It was an odd mix of a loving declaration amidst his toying of that pink puckered hole. Cyrus knew just how aroused he had made Axel already. "Look at the mess you made, baby..." Cyrus grinned, looking down at their glistening, soaking bodies, all formed by the flow of pre-ejaculate from Axel's tip. That alone was enough to have Cyrus know the man wasn't faking anything; he was aroused, he was enjoying this, he enjoyed slurping on his cock. That kind of thing was hard to fake. His fingertips danced from the large globe, down to his lovers impressive rod, securing a grip upon it. His digits stroked from the base to the weeping tip, collecting a smear of pre-cum and dragging it back down to swirl over Axel's entrance. It was more viscous than spit, easier to glide. He used it like oil, adding to the slickness as he dared to silence any and all moans and whimpers by luring him into a tongue-soaked kiss. At long last, the finger slowly slipped away, leaving the ring of muscle to twitch. Cyrus hummed low, satisfied like a man that had enjoyed a hearty meal.

"Have I ever told you you've got the most delicious pussy I've ever seen?" Of course he had. He had to mention it almost every time Axel got naked in front of him. "Fuck." Cyrus growled, hunger sweeping back in again. Almost tempted to hoist him further up to have him fully seat him back upon his face. "I need to take an entire day just to eat your ass. No finger, no fucking. Just tongue-fucking that cunt until you have no more cum left in your balls. But right now..." Cyrus collected the weighted monster from his thigh as he spoke, unbeknownst to Axel. The warlock set it upright, angled perfectly towards that achingly sweet entrance. All that he needed to do was to buck his hips, squeeze past the fat, bubbled ass and force himself into that mouthwatering heat. Alas, Cyrus was not that unkind. Instead, he proceeded to smack it directly into his rear, causing it to jiggle on impact and fill their space with the sound of wet meat smacking down upon that muscled rump. "I'd like to be inside of you now."

His breath hitched once more as he felt the other man's tongue darting out to flick and tease at his nipples, the perky, hardened nubs just at eye-level for the warlock to have easy access to. Axel remembered telling Cyrus one evening just how sensitive and arousing it was for someone to tease and play with his chest; it was why it was one of his favorite parts of the warlock. And even if he hadn't said anything, he was sure his lover knew. His body was kept steady as the other man continued to lick and suck away, forcing those pert nubs to become as stiff as diamonds.

Perhaps it was a bit foolish with how much of a wreck Axel was becoming in Cyrus's hands. For goodness' sake, it was only one finger, and he was a leaking, mewling, shuddering mess. And the timing of his confession of love could be seen as neither here nor there by others. But all that mattered was what Cyrus thought, and the warlock made no indication of it bothering him. In fact, if the librarian hazarded a guess, it seemed his lover was rather pleased at the sight. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with the softly stuttered whimpers of adoration as he was finger-fucked to oblivion. Perhaps his slick, dripping, precum-drooling cock was desirable, even as he made a mess all over the other's cobbled abs. The tender, gentle, almost devoted-like kisses along his body said as much, and Axel could only gasp softly as he watched Cyrus spoil him.

His cheeks colored a soft red as he listened to the other's words, glancing down at the mess that he had made over their bodies. Axel whimpered at the view, noting just how good it looked for their slick, sweat, and sunscreen to mingle together. His eyes widened as he watched Cyrus scoop up a bit of his precum from his drooling cock tip, only to feel the warm, sticky substance being swirled around over his pink pucker. The blonde groaned softly, his hips bucking backwards out of pure instinct, as if his body was screaming to be stuffed again and again.

Axel's blush deepened as he listened to his boyfriend's words, hearing him praise his pussy, his hole, his cunt. As he took the offered bottle of lube, the blonde took his time squeezing out a healthy dollop of lube before guiding his hand back to rub it over his entrance. He whimpered once more, his back arching as he went through the process. Some for his hole, the rest of Cyrus's thick mast of a cock. "I want... that..." he murmured as he felt the other man's dick slap up between his ass cheeks. Axel moaned at the feeling, the wet sounds of saliva, slick, and lube now offering a clearer sound of skin against skin. His fat ass cheeks jiggled at the impact, and while it wasn't as resounding as a slap or a grope from those firm hands, Cyrus's swinging pillar was certainly enough to make Axel whimper with a lustful desire. "I want... you to t-tongue fuck me... f-fuck my pussy with just your t-tongue until I cum. A-Again and again... m-my cunt's just for y-you..." he stammered weakly as his eyes glanced down to hide just how shy he was about saying such words.

Without a moment to spare, Axel had also reached back to slick up Cyrus's cock as best he could without looking behind him. He didn't want to look away, as he wanted to gaze into his lover's eyes and fall in love with him all over again. His fingers had slid up and down the shaft, supplying a rather generous supply of lube to coat the whole thing. Even if he couldn't fit it all inside, the librarian wanted to take a moment to stroke and tug at the other man's cock. This was his to play with and worship, after all. No one else would ever get to feel just how full and big Cyrus was, how deep the other man could drive this into Axel's quivering entrance.

After what felt like ages of prepping up his own pucker and his lover's rod, Axel was finally ready. He didn't say anything to Cyrus, only gazing down at his lover with half-lidded eyes. With one hand carefully gripping the base of the other's rigid cock steady, the other reached back to keep one of his ass cheeks spread. Axel began to shift backwards and down, trying to let his greedy, hungry hole swallow up just the flared head of Cyrus's cock. It took a few moments, what with the slickness causing some attempts to result in the cock gliding along the hole instead of slipping inside. And each failed attempt was only drawing out more and more lewd moans from Axel, the anticipation of him being stuffed by his lover growing by the second. "C-Cy... p-please..." he whimpered as he felt the fat cockhead slip past and brush up against his hanging balls once more. It was a low, desperate whine, a plea for the other man to help breed him.

But Axel was certainly persistent and resilient enough with his attempts, and he finally, finally felt the sweet, burning satisfaction of his hole parting open. Of that familiar yet all-so-thick-and-powerful length driving his tight entrance wide open. Even at the slow and steady pace, and even with Cyrus spending most of the day eating him out and his cunt was dripping with saliva and lube, nothing could prepare him for the sheer girth that was his lover's cock. It was just as painful and surprising and pleasurable as the first time. Axel's widening eyes and opened mouth in a silent moan of pleasure indicated as much, and he could only hope the tight warmth his body provided was just as satisfying for Cyrus as his fat ass cheeks swallowed up the first few inches of the other's stiffened mast.

While Cyrus toyed and suckled at that pert nub of Axel's lip, he would take frequent pauses to reply to the conversation they were having amidst his exploration and worship of the man's sculpted body, one that he knew, deep in his gut and soul, he would never cease from tiring; he was everything he looked for in a man, a partner, a lover. "You should try it—sleeping naked, walking around naked. It's a liberating experience... and personally, I don't think we should subject our bodies with fabrics and materials unless it's necessary, like whether you're going to a public area with a lot of foot traffic, or if you're cold in the winter." The warlock hummed in content when he returned his mouth, leaching at that nipple with a light suction, thinking, I could get used to this. Normally it's me having my nipples sucked on, I'm liking this. While his tongue swirled and massage into his flesh, his attention was averted upwards, his hearing catching every moan, every whimper and mewling sound of pleasure and desperation, clinging to every word that passed those plump, pink lips. In a sudden release with a tender 'plop' of his mouth, he replied, his voice earnest and its usual deep sombre tone. "I can promise you that I'll take care of you, Axel, if you'll be mine." Cyrus understood these were intense words he was speaking out, but he sensed such a deep attraction to him, such a deep connection that made him forget the world around him, for Axel was now the only thing his mind could focus on. "I understand we've met less than a day ago, but... I really do think we could make each other happy. Very happy." After a brief pause, a quick peck to Axel's pec, he continued, "Plus, you know... you've done a lot of reading up on me already, some of which is pure crap, total lies, but there's some partial-truths to the stuff I've come across that's been written about me in those books." A smirk lines his lips as he crawled back up, his hand on the opposite side of his chest continuing to toy with his nipple, caressing it in a circular pattern with the pad of his thumb, sometimes even bringing his index finger down to gingerly pluck at the hardened teat. "I do know some stuff about you... let's see," he cleared his throat. "You're a librarian, you don't snore, you're extremely smart and well-read, your ass looks so fuckin' delicious and big in pants, fills them out nicely, you're kind... and you're easily the sexiest man I've ever set eyes upon." Cyrus silenced those moans by acquiring the man's lips against his own, the sound vibrating against him and sending a shiver down his spine. That pleading, the whimpers and moans all helped his erection to continue to throb. By the time he had drawn his mouth away from the sweet embrace of locked lips, he could sense pre-cum dribble from the slit of his cock, dripping down to be collected on the expansive plains of Axel's muscular thigh.

"Hm, wow, was that an order or a request?" Playfully, he wiggled his brows at the man once he had heard him call out for more stimulation. As a man devoted to be the supplier, his mouth returned, relishing at that nipple once more, his free hand guiding Axel's arm to collect around the back of Cyrus' head, to keep him there, to embrace him into his physique. For several minutes, he remained there, eyes shut, sinking into the moment, the texture and taste on his tongue. His descent was a slow one, more deliberate, savoring the moment; every quiver, every soft gasp. Teeth lightly grazed over it, not enough to cause discomfort, but a different sensation. Meanwhile, his other hand palmed across the entirety of his chest, reminding himself of every dip and curve of muscle, the smooth texture of skin, the warmth. Fingers were slow to graze, kneading at the firm muscle of broadened breasts; he knew in this moment, this was an area he could foresee himself taking frequent mid-afternoon naps upon.

With Axel's cock twitching and pulsing against his stomach, a clear indication of just how much he was actually enjoying this, Cyrus smirked against his skin before glancing up, locking eyes with him once more. "I think I could spend hours here," he admitted, voice thick with amusement, but laced in a lustful hunger. His palm swept downward, now folding into the sides of his torso, a few inches south of his armpit. The scent of the man's arousal was strong enough to make his mouth salivate, not to mention how pretty of a cock it was, how big and thick too, probably very similar to his own. "Have you ever had your dick sucked by a man before? And whether you have or haven't, may I have a go at it?"

It was a bold statement, perhaps something that he should have thought over so early on in their budding relationship. But Axel also felt in his chest that things were right with Cyrus. That he could trust him, that he could love and be loved unconditionally. And he wanted that and more. "I want to make y-you happy too..." he whimpered, the librarian's body shivering in repsonse to the ligth kiss on his heaving pecs. His whole body felt so ripe and sensitive and aching with need, no doubt from all the teasing the warlock was doing with him. "Would you... tell me all about yourself? Over time? I want to konw the real you, not the things in the books that I've read."

A low whine bubbled up from his lips once more as he felt the teasing thumb brushing over and rubbing circles along the hardened nub. Axel's body squirmed underneath Cyrus, his ripeness threatening to spill forth from all the light touches. Any words he wished to say to the onslaught of kind words being said about him were quickly eaten up in the other man's mouth. As their lips collided together and his moans were swallowed up, Axel could feel himself falling for the man again and again. This was what bliss was like. This was truly heaven. Even as their lips were separated and the kiss was broken, Axel could only stare back at the other man with a dazed expression. His pink, swollen lips were practically begging for another kiss, and another. The slickness dripping from Cyrus' throbbing cock was pooling over his thighs, and the warm, sticky sensation was making him pant desperately for more.

Axel let out a shaky huff as he gazed back at the other man's teasing expression. Who knew such an ancient and powerful warlock could be so playful? "B-Both..." he mewled, torn between wanting it to be an order for the other due to his growing desperation and a request to be as respectful as he could muster. As his hands were guided to the back of Cyrus' head, the librarian began to massage and rub whatever he could there gently while he felt the warlock resume his long and tender sucks over his nipple. Axel let out a small squeal with delight, his fingers forming a small grip to hold onto the back of the other man's head. It was careful and cautious, a mixture between asking permission and Axel wanting to chase that pleasurable feeling. The grazing teeth was certainly a new sensation for him, and with Cyrus' other hand massaging and groping at his other aching pecs, the librarian was a whimpering wreck. "Hngh... C-Cyrus... M-More... oh, god... I... I need you...!" Who could have forseen that the most sensitive and needy parts of his body were his heaving pecs? He wished for the other man to suck and play and tease them for the rest of their days.

The offered question was enough to make Axel do a double take, shocking him out from his dazed and lustful stupor. He loosened his grasp on the back of the warlock's head, only glancing down at him in surprise. "I... I haven't. I've never... d-done any of this with anyone else before," he admitted shyly with a dark blush on his cheeks. "But I... I want to experience it. With you. If you want..." Axel murmured shyly. He gazed deeply into the other's eyes, staring at him as the larger man slid down until Cyrus was almost eye-level with the librarian's twitching length. "Will you show me how, so I could do the same for you later?" he breathed out softly, whispering the words into existence. He wanted to spend the rest of their day together in bed together, changing positions and alternating spots so that he could feel the other man's face nuzzled up against his jiggling pecs. And Axel wanted to press his own face against the other's juicy chest. He wanted all of it with him.

When their positions had been altered by Cyrus, he looked on as the other began to fumble with the hem of his shirt, his delicate plea stirring a deep, protective instinct within him. There was something captivating about the way Axel bared his vulnerability so openly—his blush painted across his cheeks, his body trembling lightly under Cyrus’s attentive gaze. It wasn’t often that Cyrus found himself in the company of someone so disarmingly sincere, and the warlock couldn’t help but be drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Leaning forward, Cyrus let his broad hands slide up Axel’s sides, his palms warm and steady against the librarian’s soft skin. He grasped the hem of the shirt with a deliberate slowness, tugging gently to avoid any discomfort to the man. His touch was careful, yet there was an underlying strength in the way he guided the fabric upward, exposing more of Axel’s skin inch by tantalizing inch. The shirt snagged briefly, and Cyrus chuckled low in his chest—a sound that was equal parts amusement and fondness.

“Looks like it really doesn’t want to let you go,” he murmured, his voice rich and low, the sound vibrating between them as he freed Axel from the offending garment. The shirt was tossed to the side, forgotten in an instant as Cyrus’s golden eyes drank in the sight before him. Axel was bare. Totally exposed to him. The warlock was kneeling between those strong, lengthy legs, his cock hanging like a behemoth between enormity of his thighs. Hunger swept through his body, his tongue passed along his lips to moisten them, he swallowed the saliva that had begun to build up. This was a view he would remember for centuries to come; no man had come close, or would ever come close, to being as beautiful as Axel was. Perfectly chiseled, smooth and taut like a herculean statue, a vision of beauty and innocence. "Sweet Jesus," he moaned out, eyes moving to explore the naked man that laid before him now, watching on as his chest rose and fell with quick, unsteady breaths that betrayed both his nervousness and his growing desire.

Cyrus let his gaze linger, drinking in the way the morning light played across Axel’s exposed skin, highlighting every curve and shadow. His musculature was easily one of the most captivating things about him, not to mention Axel's impressive, thickened shaft and full balls. He couldn't even fathom what Axel's ass and back would look like, since all he had been permitted to so far was to feel him under the thick covers of the bed. Cyrus reached out, his fingers brushing lightly along the other man’s ribs, his thumb tracing over the soft rise of his hip. “There you go,” he said quietly, the words carrying a weight of tenderness that made them feel heavier than mere sound. But the warlock didn’t stop there. He leaned in closer, hands firm on the mattress to help keep his body elevated. Dipping in, he offered a slow, deliberate kiss to Axel’s collarbone, letting his lips linger against the warmth of his skin for a few seconds. The taste, the scent, the way Axel’s body trembled faintly beneath him—it was intoxicating.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Cyrus said after a moment, his voice roughened with sincerity. One hand moved in slow, deliberate motions, trailing over Axel’s side as though committing every detail to memory. His thumb brushed the curve of his waist, his touch neither demanding nor rushed, but steady and reassuring, offering him with a loving, tender caress. Yet, there was a hunger in his eyes now, a fire that flickered and threatened to consume him as Axel’s shy gaze fueled his desire. "I promise to take care of you, Axel. From this day on, if you'll have me, I will make sure you are worshipped and adored every day that you live and breathe. I will take care of you in any way you wish. Physically, emotionally, sexually."

When Axel’s lustful, pleading expression met his, Cyrus felt the last of his self-control falter. “But, if you keep looking at me like that,” he said, his tone a warning wrapped in velvet, “I might not be able to take things slow.” There was a teasing edge to his voice, but the heat in his gaze spoke of truths far deeper. He wouldn't dare to act on his primal urges, in fear he would scare and injure the man. After all, he had abstained from any kind of sexual advances all his life, up until this point. Cyrus didn't want to ruin it.

Closing the space between them, Cyrus tilted his head and let his lips brush against Axel’s in a featherlight brushing, barely touching before pulling back, just enough to speak. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, his words a quiet promise. He didn’t want Axel to feel overwhelmed, not when this was their first time together like this.

But Axel’s soft, breathy whimper and the way his hips shifted beneath him was all the encouragement Cyrus needed. With a groan of surrender, he kissed Axel again, this time more deeply, the intensity of the moment stealing the breath from his lungs. His hand slid down further, exploring the curve of Axel’s waist as he let the kiss deepen, his tongue teasing against the other man’s lips, coaxing him to open up further. Every sensation—the warmth and satin texture of Axel’s skin against his own, the heat of their bodies, the soft, intoxicating sounds Axel made—ignited a fire within him that he knew wouldn’t easily be extinguished.

"...What if I wanted you to never let me go...?" he murmured softly, glancing to the side bashfully as the shirt was discarded. The silly fabric was getting in his way from staring into the other's eyes, and yet now that he was naked and exposed, the librarian felt rather shy about his position. He glanced back once he heard the soft moan from the warlock, his eyes locking onto the golden hues of the other. Staring back at him, any sort of tension and nervousness slowly faded into a more blissful sensation. "I think I could get into wearing nothing as pajamas. As long as you're here with me, I wouldn't feel... as shy about it," he murmured softly.

There was a beat, a pregnant pause between them that just hung in the air. The only thing Axel could hear was their heavy breaths, matching with the slow rise and fall of their chests. He almost missed the quiet, tender words from Cyrus, only managing to utter out a quiet thanks. It was quickly swallowed up into a choked moan as he felt the other man dip in to kiss along his collarbone. The librarian wasn't even sure he was awake at this point, his body thrumming and trembling as if he were made of butterflies and hummingbirds. "I don't think I could compare to you," he said just as gently. "You're... absolutely amazing." The light, teasing touches along his side made Axel let out a whimpered noise, his face scrunching a bit at the slight ticklish sensation he was feeling. "H-Hah... I... I want you to take care of me. As long as you'll let me do my best to take care of you as well," he breathed out shakily. "I want to be someone who can be worth it to you."

Pausing in his words, he glanced up shyly, a mixture of bashfulness and lust hovering between his expression. "...Like what?" Axel murmured softly. His gaze lingered on the rather carnal fire sliding over Cyrus' face. But whatever he may or may not have been thinking was quickly silenced by the light kiss against his lips. The librarian's back naturally arched off the bed, chasing after the sensation. He blinked in surprise at the quiet murmur, only replacing his expression with a more pleading desire. "...M-More, please... Kiss me again." Axel wasn't sure if he was begging or asking or demanding, but his tone was just as light and airy as that kiss, as though he were fearful of it fading away into the morning air.

The following kiss was deeper and growing in intensity. It was delcious and something for him to savor. It was like a black hole, swallowing up all of his wants and desires into one kiss. And he craved every moment of it. Axel's moans and whimpers were devoured by the other man, and the mere notion of it being consumed by Cyrus was all the more arousing. When they broke for air finally, there was a rather dazed and lustful expression in the librarian's eyes. He blushed at the compliments and the gentle kiss against his forehead, a choked stutter slipping out from his lips. "You.. make me feel things in a way I don't even know how to express. I'm more than happy with you. I... I feel such unbridled joy..." His words trailed off as he felt the warlock peppering kisses along his jawline to his neck, chuckling softly in delight. "Am I your breakfast then?" he teased, amusement lingering in his eyes. Axel's light words were trailed off once he saw Cyrus sliding down his body. The librarian certainly didn't expect the other man to latch his lips onto one of his hardening nipples. He let out a shaky, stuttering breath, only mimicked in the rise and fall of his pecs with each inhale. "H-Hngh... C-Cy..." he stammered, a dark red blush coloring his cheeks as his cock betrayed just how much he loved the sight and feeling of Cyrus sucking on his nipples and tits. "Mnn... More..."

As he laid out on his back, their bodies entwined in a beautiful dance of mutual pleasure as the minutes passed by. Cyrus did not dare to even break free for even a second, he was too busy with having his skilled tongue working over that valley of sensitive flesh, his tongue probing the depths of his lover’s entrance with a gentle yet insistent pressure. Lips still remained sealed around that luscious tender muscle, he would swirl his tongue counter-clockwise along that taut rim. Axel was so unbelievably tight, everytime felt like the first time, when he took the man’s virginity. But Cyrus would gladly take a firm, tiny hole over a loose one, any day. He proceeded to have his tongue trace the curves and folds of the man as he searched for that perfect sweet-spot to apply the right amount of pressure. It would take some time, but he was prepared to work through it, however long it would take—by his count, he once spent an entire afternoon tongue-fucking his lover, just a few weeks ago, to the point Axel needed assistance to stand and walk.

As Cyrus’ senses numbed out his surroundings, lips and tongue seemed to move at their own accord, swiping along that taut pucker, to licking across the side of the buttcheek that squeezed against the side of his face. Still, he took no notice of how loud his tongue swirled, sloshing around extreme amounts of hot spit to douse along his lovers cunt. Deeper, faster, he worked himself into Axel’s delectable rump. Eventually, he could feel the muscles of his lover’s sphincter relaxing, though it had taken some time and an incredible amount of stimulation, but it allowed him to penetrate deeper, though he was in no hurry; the act of eating ass was one of his favourite things when it came to sexual acts. And seeing as how Axel had the nicest hole he had ever come across, with an ass so large, so warm and smooth, full of fat and muscle, it was only normal he enjoyed taking his time to work his partner open at his own leisure. Alas, Cyrus never slowed down; he began to move his tongue in a slow, rhythmic motion, his tongue probing the skin with gentle roll of his wet tongue, just with enough insistent pressure to continue to soften him out. The sound of his tongue moving around Axel’s entrance was like music to his ears, a symphony of his hard-work that seemed to echo through his very being and only helped to introduce more and more of his pre-ejaculate to seep out from the slit of his cock in a continuous flow. While he locked in and focused on delivering his lover all that he had to give, he could feel his own arousal growing, filling out in its thickness and length, cock throbbing. His enlarged shaft leaked profusely, especially now, where it came out in a larger dosage. Always seemed to be the case whenever he lost himself in his work between Axel’s buttocks, the clear liquid dribbling down that colossal length.

The beach around them was quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore and the distant cry of a seagull. The sun was setting slowly, casting a golden glow over the scene, Cyrus basking in the radiance and embrace of Axel’s body. He was completely absorbed in the physical sensations, his mind focused solely on the sensation of eating Axel’s ass. He was riding out on autopilot, but totally capable of noticing the man kissing and licking over his groin, something akin to how smallfolk would worship a God. While he was fully aware of Axel’s mouth over the plump, firm testicles, the gentle suction and wash of his tongue over that sensitive flesh, he was far too focused on mindlessly lashing his tongue over that ripe, little bud, though he unknowingly moaned and grunted against Axel’s skin at the stimulation being provided to all of the weak spots his boyfriend had found. “Fuck.” The words came out quickly, mumbled but discernible. “Hng, oh fuck.” While he made no movements to encourage Axel to continue, his body naturally responded; his cock pulsed in his lovers grip, twitching violently; muscles of strong, trunk-like thighs would flex and jerk slightly, toes would curl in.

It seemed like a perfect duo; Cyrus eating out his lovers sweet, perfect cunt, while he had ample stimulation being provided to his aching cock. Slowly but surely, those plump lips stretched to their limit in order to abduct that glistening wet, pink cockhead. The two-handed strokes were extremely effective, given how he was able to reach his fullest size potential in just a matter of minutes. The tight grip of both hands helped to form a similar constriction as to that of Axel’s walls, but nothing would or could compare to it. No other man felt as good as Axel did. Nobody.

While he tongue-fucked that beloved cunt, his hands were free to roam, leisurely massaging the thick globes of his ass, those strong and muscular smooth thighs. Every now and then, he supplied a light smack to Axel’s cheek, not enough to mark or hurt; he couldn’t see the effects of the impact since his eyes were shut, but he could certainly feel the vibration against his face. Hands moved over the curvature of his rear, over and over, like a witch caressing her crystal ball. His path lead him across the man’s hips, to massage, palm and squeeze, down and over that slender back. The intimate physical touch only helped for even more saliva to flood from his mouth, the frothy mixture overflowed to drip down from his groomed facial hair at his chin, but it would not deter him away. Nothing would stop him now. Not when the tight ring was giving way, and Cyrus gradually began to slot his tongue into that tight crevice, snaking his tongue into his depths to soak all of that hot, frothed spit inside of him.

This went on for well over an hour and a half, of constant licking, sucking, kissing and praising the God nestled on top of him.

His focus on Cyrus' cock and balls formed a steady, rotating position, with Axel nuzzling his head up between his lover's thick, tree trunk-like thighs. Even though he preferred resting his head against the warlock's firm and comforting pecs, Axel also found great comfort tucking his head up between those meaty, stocky thighs. Mewling as his lips and tongue slathered the other man's cock with his saliva, the naked man worked his way up and down the pole. Even with both of his hands and his mouth pumping away, there were still plenty of spots that he needed to give proper attention to. Since they were on vacation, Axel wasn't in any particular rush. But he could feel Cyrus sucking away at his hole like there was no tomorrow, and he worried he would orgasm far too soon.

Pulling off the fattening cock head with a needy and wispy gasp for air, Axel moaned deeply as he felt the tip of Cyrus' tongue wiggle in deeper inside the sensitive folds of his cunt. His pink pussy was as tight as ever; the two of them used to joke that Axel loved to make Cyrus work for his hole, and today was certainly no different. With each lick and pry to that tiny hole, it slowly loosened and opened bit by bit to allow in more of that warm, wet sensation. The librarian's body trembled and shook, his whimpers and mewls rubbing up against the warlock's cock as he pressed tender, heated kisses against the veiny member. Axel was all too familiar with his boyfriend's skill at tongue-fucking his brains out, and at the rate they were going, he was going to have great difficulty walking around this trip.

Thankfully, his own efforts to pleasure the other man were rewarded with a steady spurt of pre-cum dribbling out from the other's cock slit. With Axel's own cock throbbing and leaking out sweet juices over Cyrus' pecs and nipples, he all but focused his efforts on that delectable fountain of salty gooodness. His tongue swirled around the head of the warlock's member, making sure to swipe up any stray droplets and swallow it down as though it were his source of life. Axel moaned hungrily as he felt the heavy meat throb and swell betwen his hands. The warlock's girth was always an impressive sight to see as it grew to its full size, and Axel was more than excited to have a front row view of it. "H-Hngh... Guh..." He groaned, his hot breath coming out in ragged pants over his lover's wet cock. The pleasure wracking through his body was enough for his own erection to offer up some hefty and jerky pumps of pre, smearing along the other's torso. Axel couldn't help but roll his hips and push his fat ass cheeks back against the other man's face. He needed more, craved it.

"P-Please... babe... Hngh, y-you... You're gonna make me c-cum..." he whispered softly, pulling off the dripping cock head to look over his shoulder. The only downside of this position was him being unable to see his lover work away on him, but the view was spectacular. His ass cheeks formed a nice from for the warlock to stuff his face up between. The moans and grunts of pleasure against his quivering hole only stimulated him some more, and Axel ground his hips back once more to chase after that feeling. It was delightful to see the two of them riding through the waves of pleasure, each of them building up on each other. The flexing and jerking that Cyrus' body was doing was all the encouragement the blonde needed for him to double down on his efforts. If he was going to climax, Axel wanted it to at least be together.

In some ways, Axel wondered if Cyrus was ever a sculptor in his long lifetime. The way his lover's hands roamed and massaged his body, the firm smacks on his plump bottom, it was as if he was molding and sculpting clay. Whimpering with each caress and grope on his ass, Axel's coupled it with lascivious moans around the other man's balls. It was all he could do to maintain some semblance of control as he was eaten out. His widening hole was slick with Cyrus' saliva, already dripping down his taint and even coating the underside of his balls. Another lewd mewl slipped out from his lips, his head in a lustful daze as he serviced his lover again and again. He was there to bring the warlock pleasure and satisfaction, however Cyrus saw fit. Even as time passed, he paid no attention to the setting sun. Axel had no knowledge of how long they had been out on the sunbeds; his fixation was on something far more delicious.

There was a hindered moan passing his bitten lip when he felt the man toy with his nipples with some spit to his fingers, which remained hard pretty much every minute of every day. The stimulation excited him nevertheless. He responded similarly, spitting onto his own finger in order to wedge it between the two mounds. Just enough to coat the entrance with the pad of his ring finger. He was happy to hear Axel accepted his proposal of the events he wanted to pursue, but he quickly corrected him as soon as he heard it. “Babe… you need to realise something. If I could, and you could withstand it, I would my cock inside of you, fucking you and making you feel all types of ways, all the fuckin’ time.” Given his… size, that idea seemed rather dangerous and incredibly painful for both parties. “Of course I’m going to fuck you, baby… until you’re begging me for mercy.” Cyrus proclaimed, ensuring his lover knew of his intentions. Maybe not to the levels of mercy where Axel was wriggling from discomfort or overstimulation to the point where there was nothing but pain, unless it was asked of him.

Cyrus remained idle whilst Axel assumed their new position. Him facing Axel’s ass, and his cock to Axel’s face. From then on, he fell silent. His arms swept in from underneath, hands set upon the wobbling cheeks, spreading them just enough to locate his prize. Tiny, pink and tight. He wondered how many many hours he had spent here, with his tongue worshipping and lavishing that pucker like his life depended on it. As he felt his throbbing pillar being held by two hands and a mouth securing itself to that glistening head of his head, he let out a deep moan just as he leaned in, hands drawing Axel a little closer to set him at the most perfectly angle in order for him to fulfill his best work. The sound of his moan vibrating against the sensitive flesh when lips puckered to dress the smoothened skin of his ass. His tongue trickled out. Wide, long and dexterous. It swept along the outer walls close to the taut opening. Cyrus always needed to set up a good base before he began, so he was generous with his time, only utilising is tongue to soak in the entrance thoroughly with layer upon layer of saliva that freely drooled from his mouth. As he started to settle in, it seemed like space and time around him melted. His eyelids fell shut, he let out a drawn-out long hum of appreciation as he dove in. Lips part just enough to create a seal around the general area of his work. He begins by testing the waters, with little flutters and rolls of his tongue. Extensive and leisured sweeps from bottom to top and back down again were cast, his tongue briefly came to the centre to gingerly prod and massage against that sweet spot. Cyrus was going to savour every moment of this, and not really have any recollection of the world around him, though he could still feel everything: the weight collapsing above him, the way Axel’s cock nestled against his pectorals. The way Axel’s gripped at his fuckstick as if it were a baseball bat. Besides that, his ears tuned out any natural sounds, like sound of waves nearby, of the wind sweeping along bushes and trees, the occasional cry of a gull.

Over time, his hands returned to settle at the sides of Axel’s body, just an inch above his hip-bone’s, securing himself in place as Cyrus lost himself in his work. The globes that once had been spread to allow him entry were now pressed flush against his face. So large and robust that they almost hid Cyrus’ face completely, except for his forehead and his buzzcut. As time went on, his jaw slackened slightly to allow him better access and movement, permitting him to up the ante by dousing in more spit, working his tongue in deeper and more swiftly. If he was socially conscious, he would have no qualms at the wet slosh and slick sounds he was making. It was proof of his eagerness and his voracious, undying hunger.

Gently stroking and pumping the cock with his two hands at the base, Axel slid his tongue along to the tip of Cyrus' baton to reach the underside of it. He mewled at the sight, his tongue flicking and darting along the flared head of the cock. Saliva dripped from his lips and over the warlock's heavy piece as he made sure to lap along the underside. Given his current position, it wasn't the easiest without a little maneuvering, but Axel was determined to hear his man moan with delight between his fat ass cheeks. He wriggled his hips in excitement, all the more eager to get a taste of the underside of Cyrus' cock. If he had it his way, the librarian enjoyed the sight of the other man's underside and balls, as it often meant that he was below the larger man, with those heavy balls swinging against his face as he lapped at his dick.

Axel's own work to taste every last bit of his lover continued back down the full length, until he was pushing the thick rod a bit to the side so he could pop one of them in at a time. He was careful to curl his lips around his teeth, hollowing out his cheeks as he teased each ball individually with his tongue. While he might not have had the capability to fully envelop Cyrus in either sense with his mouth or his ass, Axel knew all the right spots to tease and pleasure his man. It was where he had spent many a night exploring and uncovering for himself, and it was where he would now spend a majority of his efforts. He swapped between both balls, moaning around those round, juicy globes until the sack was just as slick as the man's cock. All the while, Axel continued pumping and stroking that girthy pole, his two hands matching each stroke to the all-devouring ass eating happening behind him.

His encouragement stemmed from the waves of pleasure that he was feeling ride up his body. Cyrus was an absolute beast and feral menace when it came to Axel's pleasure, and the librarian knew that his man would not stop until his was a quivering, whimpering mess. Axel's efforts were interspersed with lewd, mewling moans as he felt the other man lick and lap at his hole. It was like his pink, clenching hole was a piece of candy, and Cyrus was hungry to lick it all up himself. The sensation of the other man's facial hair brushing up between his cheeks only drew out another lewd whimper from his throat, although his lips were preoccupied with mouthing over the other man's balls. The gentle prod of Cyrus' tongue into his sweet spot made Axel moan with delight. His back arched with need, pushing his hips back even more as he craved even more of that tongue-fucking. At this rate, with his own cock leaking and dripping over the warlock's torso, Axel could see himself making a mess on top of his man's chest.

It was certainly a perfect position to be in, as his cock was brushing up between that nice crevice of Cyrus' mountainous chest. Axel was no stranger to groping and squeezing and feeling his man's body, and one of his favorite spots was the other man's perfect pecs. Adorned with deliciously perky nipples to suck on and juicy, heaving mounds to rest his head on or tuck his head between to breathe in heaps of Cyrus' scent, Axel was all the more aroused that his cock was sliding up between that perfect spot. There was nothing else in the world that he needed to focus on, and Axel drew his lips back up to the top of his lover's cockhead. His tongue lapped and swiped along the underside of the head, making sure it was properly coated and layered with his drool and saliva. Fuck, he was so hungry for Cyrus, it was insane. Axel wasn't even sure if he could remember his life before the other man entered it, but he was so madly and deeply in love with him.

The absolute truckload of work his man was doing to his tight, quivering cunt was making Axel an absolute mess, his eyes rolling back into his head as he moaned along Cyrus' cock. His lips had moved to swallowed up as much as he could of the other man's flared head, acting like a vacuum as his lips were the seal against that delicious, musky skin. He whimpered as he sucked tenderly on it, trying to coax out and swallow up every last of pre-cum from his man, as his body thrummed with pleasure from the pleasure-inducing assault between his bouncing cheeks. With each lap and coat of saliva Cyrus painted over his needy, twitching hole, Axel's cheeks jiggled and spread with ease, as though indicating to the warlock that this space was just for him and where he should remain.

“Much better,” he sighed in relief. He was now free. He swiftly brought a hand down to himself, giving it a slight shake and a rub, before proceeding to sweeping his leg back between Axel’s and thus, prompting him to lay it just below the man’s perineum, the rest of the inches laid comfortably along the curvature of buttocks and the man’s thigh. “That’s alright. I’ve worn worse. Someone tried putting me in leather worse. Big mistake, never doing that again.” Over the years, Cyrus had grown a little vanilla; he had no specific kinks, he just generally enjoyed sex; to take his time to find the sweetest, most sensitive spots in his partner, to have them shudder, whine and whimper purely from his doings. Intimate, passionate sex was the most comforting. Something more rough and tumble needed a higher level of understanding and trust, something he rarely sought whenever he was in a relationship. A pleased smile grew at the corners of his lips when he heard him admit he didn’t have to hide his sex from Axel, that vocalisation was just what he needed to hear, since it was particularly difficult to hide that huge, fat slab of meat when it started to grow.

The prospect of continuing to feel more, although enticing in the moment, was ultimately not something he wanted to partake in just yet. “Actually, if you don’t mind…” He cleared his throat, moving his head back so he was able to lock onto that pretty blue hue of his eyes. “I’m actually a little more interested in feeling you.” Cyrus proclaimed, his eyes lowering into a lustful, mischievous gaze. While his focus had been primarily placed upon his own throbbing mass, he was impressed—actually, very impressed—with what he was feeling against his stomach. A hand moved away from the centre of the man’s back and moved downward, past his obliques and hips, as far down to the muscular, smooth expanse of his outer thigh. He maintained eye contact as his fingers slid back up, but this time, slipped beneath the fabric of Axel’s underwear. As he neared the waist, his hand swept in to the front, ignoring the heat and tender flesh at the back of his hand. His hand grabbed hold at the hem and with a slight pull, he was slipping the man’s underwear from him, careful as to not injure his length as it rolled out and pressed flush against his stomach, drawing a moan of content from the warlock. Cyrus pulled the boxer briefs down, having some difficulty when it came to tugging it past the large swell of his ass, but soon enough, he had it down to the knees, where he then pushed it down with his foot.

The large brunette blinked in surprise at the remark, only blushing at the realization that Cyrus was wanting to touch him. He also cleared his throat, ducking his head down in shyness. "Y-You... Do you like what you're seeing?" he said with a blush, a soft mewl slipping out from his lips as he felt the other man's hands sliding along his hips and thighs. "I... I'd like that. You... feeling me," he said softly. It was clear it was his first time with someone in bed like this, but Cyrus' touch was so gentle and warm. Axel could practically feel himself melting at the other's touch. He wanted all of it and more, and he was more than happy to let the other explore. Blushing as he felt his underwear being tugged away, Axel watched as he was expertly undressed. There was no discomfort with the movement, and the librarian moaned softly as his own erection was freed and sprung forth against Cyrus' stomach. The librarian was particularly fond of the feeling of the other man's firm, strong hands brushing against the bouncy cheeks of his ass. Even as the underwear was pushed down over it, Axel's body responded in turn with a good heft and jiggle.

The gentle stirrings of Axel beside him, a reassuring weight that made everything else fade into insignificance, slowly lured him out of his deep sleep. The librarian was nestled comfortably in his arms, their bodies perfectly situated in a way that felt both natural and deeply satisfying. Cyrus’ face was lit with glee as he Axel continued pressing soft kisses along his cheek, jawline, and neck. He felt each touch like a gentle caress. In the moment, he allowed himself to lay back into the pillow with closed eyes, taking in the sensation and attention given to him. The kisses were slow and deliberate, each one a tender exploration that made Cyrus melt into the mattress beneath him. Cyrus leaned into Axel’s touch, his hands gently resting on Axel’s back now, feeling the warmth and the steady rhythm of his breath against his skin. As he groggily woke, he let out a deep moan of pleasure, then a sweet hum, each a testament to the comfort he was feeling.

Axel’s movements, though subtle, were noticeable to Cyrus. The way Axel shifted, pressing back just slightly to get a closer feel of his body and that prominent soft bulge pressing firmly into that strong, muscle-cladden thigh. Cyrus could feel the tender, warm pressure of Axel’s body against his own, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the way their legs were tangled together.

When Cyrus finally stirred, the soft sunlight filtering in through the curtains cast a gentle glow over Axel’s face. Cyrus, with half-lidded eyes, provided the man with a tender smile as he looked upon the librarian’s blue beautiful hues, taking in the sight of the morning and the beauty of the man beside him. The librarian’s sleepy gaze met his own, and in that moment, Cyrus leant in to acquire a lazy peck to his lips. Then another, and another. This didn’t feel strange at all; kissing him. It felt natural. Still, he couldn’t quite believe he had this man in his embrace, let alone kiss his plump pink lips, surrounded by the thick groomed bed of facial hair.

Axel’s shy lean toward him, the way he inhaled deeply, capturing the scent of Cyrus, was an intimate gesture that made Cyrus’s breath catch. The warm, sweet aroma of their shared space, mingled with the lingering scent of their closeness, filled the room with a subtle, almost intoxicating allure; it smelt of crisp laundry, of soaps and shampoo, a clean and fresh aroma.

As they lay there together, wrapped in the soft cocoon of the morning light, Cyrus extended his legs, stretching them out and thus, stretching his back to fill the room with sounds of pops and cracks. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant compared to the intimate, shared moment they were experiencing. He wanted to stay like this forever, savoring the warmth, the closeness, and the pure, unspoken connection they had built beneath thick warm covers.

With a gentle smile, Cyrus raised a hand to Axel’s face, his touch tender and affectionate. “Good morning, beautiful” he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and love. “This has got to be the best view I’ve waken up to in a long time.” Cyrus’ voice was deep and crackly, he opened his mouth to speak again when he ultimately felt an issue arise. The result of his light stretch causing blood to rush to his flaccid cock, causing it to needlessly throb and begin to fill out, in both girth and in its length. So as to not cause Axel much alarm, Cyrus’ arms hauled the man further up on the bed, prompting his bulge to be free from any subtle touch against Axel’s body. Cyrus, now his chest level, could feel the impressive length of the man nestled against his toned stomach. There was a pink tint to his cheeks when he felt the way his slab of meat begun to fill out, growing steadily and thereby force the already-tight boxer briefs he was borrowing to stretch even more to accommodate his monstrous size; it would no doubt cause the waistband of the underwear to lift from his hips once he was at his fullest. Morning Wood was not something he often experienced, but perhaps since all the kissing to his neck, which was a highly triggering spot for him, it was inevitable to happen. The worrying thing was how long his erections usually lasted, and there was only so many reasons he could come up with as to why he wanted to stay in bed.

With his nose tucked up against the warlock's neck, Axel began licking and kissing gently there. It was only when they had made eye contact with each other did he relent into kissing Cyrus on the lips instead. Normally, the librarian would have been worried about morning breath or how he must have looked upon waking up, but when he looked into the larger man's eyes, all he could feel was himself getting swept away in the moment. He savored the kiss, letting his body rest against the other man's as they made out. It started of slowly and gently at first, like a sleepy wake-up call. But the librarian also wanted more, and it wasn't long until he was fully kissing Cyrus without as much shyness as before.

Everything about this moment felt like a dream to him. Soft pillows and clean white sheets. The warmth of the other man laying in bed next to him, cuddling and kissing and pressing up against each other. Warm gazes and small smiles on a Sunday morning with the sunlight starting to peek in. If Axel didn't know any better, he would have thought he was in some sort of fairy tale book that one could find in his library, something like a princess waking up in bed next to her prince. He watched as Cyrus stretched himself out, marveling at the other's pure physique and brawn. The pure muscle and masculinity on the other man struck a chord deep inside of Axel's gut, and he almost felt guilty even watching a display like this.

"G-Good morning," he whispered back, blushing a bit at the compliment. He ducked his head down shyly, only reaching up to gently brush the side of Cyrus' cheek with his thumb. "I... couldn't help myself. You looked so beautiful and handsome when you slept, and... I just really liked how you smelled and tasted," he mumbled. Surely that wasn't something he was supposed to admit out loud, but Axel couldn't really seem to help himself when it came to a man like this. He wanted to be as honest to him as he wanted to be honest about his own feelings. And admitting why he wanted to kiss him awake was certainly a good step in the right direction, Axel supposed.

His attempts at explaining himself only earned himself a quick and strong hoist. A soft squeak of surprise slipped from the librarian's lips as he slid up along the other man's torso. With someone as broad and tall as Cyrus, there was definitely some distance he had to travel. But Axel tucked his legs in and adjust his hips so that he was sitting atop of the other man's stomach instead. He tilted his head at the sudden movement, wondering if he had done something wrong, before glancing down to see his own bulge rubbing up against the warlock's stomach. He blushed as well, not even realizing the situation that was happening behind him. When Cyrus explained what was happening though, Axel glanced behind him to see a rather massive python lurking beneath his borrowed underwear.

The librarian glanced back, eyes wide at both the sheer size and the rather explicit and exposed display of manhood. He blushed, only realizing what was going on now. "Was it... did the kisses cause that?" he asked shyly, his own hands starting to roam over Cyrus' chest to feel more of the man's muscles. At the mention of his dick tearing through the underwear, Axel only realized just how tight and uncomfortable it must have been to wear something that wasn't the right size. He shook his head, only positioning his weight and shifting it so that he was facing the erection instead. "Here, let me just..." With careful and delicate fingers, the librarian began to stretch the underwear's waistband to its limits. He glanced over his shoulder, looking to see if it was helping the other man out, before he reached in to grip the base of the other man's cock. Axel did his best to guide it free from the confines of the tight clothing, pulling the clothes away so that there wasn't anything else causing discomfort for Cyrus.

After he had his fill of smearing and batting that ridiculous weight across his lover’s beautiful and rugged features, he held himself at the base, placing it at an angle that would be appropriate for Axel. Without a firm grip, it would simply flop down and hang downwards, with a slight left tilt. “Don’t need to beg, my love. You take what is yours—agh, fuck—this dick belongs to you, baby.” He let out a sharp wince, the sensation of that wicked tongue licking at the very tip to gather the beads of pre-juice was always an overwhelming feeling. People were often too mesmerised and horrified by the sheer length, girth and weight of his cock to acknowledge the fact that the head of it was perhaps the most sensitive part. The circumcised flesh teetered on pink, plumped lips. That beautiful mouth he had gotten used to these past couple of months, so soft and kissable. Axel was truly a man crafted by the Gods themselves. There was not a single part of his body Cyrus did not want to touch, kiss and worship. If they were in a more intimate setting, he would have made it known just how badly he had been hooked and reeled in. But with the Sun setting in the distance and sand everywhere, he didn’t feel this was the best place to lick and kiss at each and every inch of Axel’s sculpted body from head to toe. Not right now, at least. But during this getaway, he planned on doing plenty of that. Especially after tonight, since he had full reason to believe his partner would struggle to walk or sit properly without some assistance, which Cyrus was more than happy to supply him with.

Before he could properly commence his oral work on him, he moved away and around the shaded sunbed. It was a perfect size to fit both of them on. On one end, Cyrus laid himself out completely on his back, propping a rolled up towel and balled up shirt and shorts under his neck, elevating his head just enough for what was to come. A hand dropped back down to himself, lifting the weight off of his hip and raising it into the air, standing like the monolithic monument that it was over Cyrus’ long, brawny build. “Come on, Axel. Take your time with it. Remember, it ain’t a race, it’s a marathon.” He said playfully, eyebrows kinking up at him. “And as for your earlier comment, yes…” Cyrus began, clearing his throat as both his hands moved towards Axel’s naked frame, pulling and drawing him in closer to him. “I will fill you, and if you could handle me, I would fuck you every hour of everyday if I could. But, as we both know by now, you perhaps have one of the tightest and one of the most beautiful cunts I’ve ever seen. Truly… and not to boast, I’ve seen my fair share of them.” As nice as many were, nothing had ever held the same title as Axel—and that would never change.

Cyrus peppered a quick kiss to his lips, now Axel had mounted him across his stomach—not the position he wanted him in yet, but it would soon change. “It’s so little.” There was a foolishly happy grin on his face. “Such a beautiful shade of pink and oh—how fucking delicious it feels to be inside of you. I would happily live the rest of my life with my cock inside of your pussy, Axel.” That, matched with the sheer volume of the man’s buttocks? It was Cyrus’ dream come true. It was common knowledge how he would bury and his face between those smooth and well-rounded globes of his, and how he would spend hours using nothing but his tongue on his man. His hands rose upwards along from Axel’s thighs, perching briefly at his hips before roaming back and around, large hands dug down into the meat of his ass, prompting Cyrus to let out a soft groan at that pliable, healthy layer of fat his lover held across his ass and thighs. It even made his cock twitch, rising just a little to then collapse back down. The warlock leaned up to secure his lips to his mans, hands squeezing and palming that rounded ass, only prompting for a steady flow of pre-cum to seep out of his cock and soak across hip and trickle out the side to drip onto the bed.

That brief kiss already had him tasting his shaft. It was a bit of a turn-on. Several pecks of their lips at each other later, he fixed his gaze upon the man above him, so much love and lust in his eyes. “Now, I’d like for you to turn around, and get those lips properly on me, and I’ll get my tongue in you. Remember, go slow… and enjoy yourself. Don’t try to swallow more than you can, I’d still like for you to be able to talk to me for the rest of this vacation.” Cyrus smiled, letting out a chuckle. “And mind your teeth… and if your jaw gets too sore and you get too tired, you can just rest until I’m done.” Cyrus’ hands both offering his rear a firm smack and squeeze, enough to have his body ripple. Not enough to truly hurt him, but a subtle sign of ownership he had over him. “Does that sound alright with you, Axel? Or, do you have any other ideas?” Cyrus was not an overly dominant man, he quite enjoyed being told what to do, just not how to do it; he knew how to give the bestest and sloppiest head that would have someone roll their eyes so far back into their head and attempt to push him away. And as for eating ass? Cyrus often joked how he deserved a Nobel prize for just how long, and how well, his tongue could work away at a nice, taut hole. Ultimately, when it came to actual sex, there would still be further prep with his fingers and some lubricant, before he even attempted to stuff his cock into his partners.

A soft whine of protest slipped past his pink, puffy lips, only watching as Cyrus moved away to one of the shaded sunbeds. His soft, baby-blue eyes followed along with what the other man was doing, licking his lips as it betrayed just how hungry he was. Even if he couldn't swallow up Cyrus whole, Axel was certainly satisfied knowing that he was able to claim every bit of this hunk as his own. He began moving over once he was given permission, eyes fixating on the erect pole that was being propped up with his lover's hand. The large librarian walked over, his eyes fixated on the prize as he climbed onto the sunbed as well. Arching his back like a cat, Axel slowly slid up along Cyrus' legs until he was face-first with the massive cock, standing upright in its full glory. A tender tongue lick confirmed the taste that he had fallen in love with, sliding from the very base to the lip along the cock's underside. The brunette made sure to move slowly and carefully, teasing out the full length lick as he let his saliva drip down from his mouth.

"All mine... Just for me.." he said happily, tucking his nose up against Cyrus' crotch to breathe in his man's scent with vigor. There was something so intoxicating about the way the other man carried himself, both in power and authority, and even his scent drove Axel wild. He liked seeing Cyrus be in charge, and he also liked taking charge for himself and claiming his lover as his own again and again. As he was drawn up to be closer to his love, he mewled softly at the lewd words spilling out of his lips. What he wouldn't have given to be able to sustain being fucked by the other man every hour of every day. It would have been pure bliss, and Axel would certainly have died happy. The librarian blushed at the compliment though, only leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Cyrus' lips. "Well, it helps that this tight cunt has only been used by you. I doubt anyone can stretch me out the way you do, and I only intend for you to use me as you please. I hope you take great pride in knowing that you were the one to deflower me. I wouldn't have wanted anyone else but you."

In his new position on top of his boyfriend, Axel's hands began to rub and squeeze at Cyrus' pecs. He enjoyed the firm yet squishy feeling underneat his fingertips, knowing just how powerful and strong the other man with just a smiple touch. It only made him more aroused though, eager for their beachtime activities to get to the main event. He sat there comfortably on the other man, waching as his lover's hands roamed over his thick thighs, his hips, and finally onto the prized ass in question. Axel moaned softly at the touch, his hips pushing back and arching his back so that his fat asscheeks were accentuated for Cyrus to grab and squeeze. He whimpered as he wiggled his hips back, even letting the crack of it brush up against the other man's twitching cock. His mewls were swallowed up by the firm kiss, savoring the taste of the warlock's saliva as he let his thumbs begin to rub small circles over the other man's nipples.

The proposed ideas and positions made Axel's own cock twitch with need. Of course, he didn't like not seeing Cyrus, given that he always loved seeing his lover and making out with him when they had sex. But he also knew that the warlock wouldn't suggest anything that he didn't like, and Axel was always open for whatever position the other man wanted him to be in, especially when it came to being eaten out. He nodded eagerly, leaning in for another firm kiss before he had to turn around. "I like the sound of it very much, as long as you still fuck me afterwards," he whispered against Cyrus' lips. I want my legs to buckle afterwards, your cum dripping down the inside of my thighs as you carry me back inside for more sex," Axel finished, gently nipping at his lover's bottom lip to tease him some more. "If I don't lose my voice swallowing you, then I'll lose it from all the moans you'll fuck out of me," the librarian chuckled, only blushing a bit at how depraved his thoughts were getting these days.

Carefully shifting his weight and his body, Axel maneuvered around so that his face was brushing up against Cyrus' heavy baton of a cock, while his fat ass was pushed up and swaying before the other man's eyes. It wasn't like he would refuse being in this position, as Axel was acutely aware of how talented Cyrus was at eating him out. And when his man asked him so sweetly like that, he couldn't say no. Wiggling his hips to entice his man some more, Axel continued to push his hips back until his juicy cheeks made some contact. Not one to be outdone, he had both hands wrapped around the warlock's cock. He began at the tip, letting his tongue swirl around the head of his before wrapping his lips around it. His marathon had begun, and he had no intentions of quitting early, no matter how tough it was on him physically.

The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but it didn’t worry him too much, though he was far too broad and tall for it. He slept soundlessly on his side, only moving to lay on his back after an hour, with an arm draped over the top of his head and the armrest above him, the other resting at his side. Whatever light filled the room came from the moon through the dark storm-clouds. It filtered through the drapes and made his figure more easily noticeable. Not to mention, it cast great shadows and enhanced the overall shape, curve and heft of his limbs.

He was a light sleeper. Natural environmental sounds like the weather didn’t wake him, but a creaky floorboard would. Oddly, he only stirred his hips and re-adjusted his legs, thighs flexing involuntarily when a leg folded under the weather, the sheer mass of his meaty thighs was… grandiose, to say the least. Though he had worked well on building and maintaining a healthy, strong frame, his skin was often covered by scar tissue or fresh bruises, little nicks and scrapes here and there. The most notable ones being the burn back on the back of his left thigh and the dozen cigar burns on the inside of his right forearm. The only thing that often worried him was what people’s expectation of him when he finally shed himself of his clothes.

Cyrus woke with a jolt when a hand came to his shoulder and jostled him awake. Naturally, his fight or flight instinct kicked in, his eyes shooting up, fully prepared to handle what he thought to be an intruder. Thankfully, his reactions were quick enough before he could even lift a finger. The charmed face looking back at him settled him down, a perplexed look washing over his face as his focus came around. It took a few seconds for him to realise what Axel had asked of him. He brought himself up to rest his bodyweight onto an elbow, he took the man’s hand into his own and he offered it a simple kiss. “Of course I’ll come.” Cyrus hadn’t used any of the blankets or covers that had been offered to him, his body was naturally warm. Not because of magic or any biological reason.

Without saying another word, he rises to his feet and follows the man, guided by his hand that leads him into the bedroom. Cyrus let out a soft yawn. As Axel got himself comfortable and shuffled the covers open for him, he nestled in. This felt… oddly natural. Even when he had known the librarian for less than twenty-four hours. It felt right—and more importantly, it felt good. As he slipped beneath the thick and heavy comforter, he turned to his side, his eyes already closing as his arm curled around and in on Axel’s torso, effortlessly drawing him in to secure him into a warm embrace. It felt like two pieces of a puzzle—perfectly slotting together. Cyrus slips in a leg between Axels, hips rotating so that the underwear bulging his cock is permanently affixed just under the meat of the man’s ass. What a stupendously fat and muscled ass it was. The feeling of his flaccid cock grazing against it had his mouth salivating, which Cyrus forcibly gulped down. He was far too exhausted to supply him with a comment, he was sure Axel understood how attracted he was to him already. And if he didn’t yet, Cyrus had plans to show him each and everyday they were together.

It was one of the most restful and peaceful nights of sleep he had ever had. It wasn't like Axel had difficulty sleeping, but with Cyrus by his side, he didn't want to stir from such a comforting sleep. Sunlight was starting to peek in from the windows though, and as some soft rays of light hit his eyes, the librarian stirred a bit and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He glanced over to see if the other man was also awake. For someone who seemed as rough and intimidating as the other man, Axel could only admire just how handsome he was. In fact, it felt right that they woke up in bed together, even without having done any sort of physical activities that night. It was just nice and peaceful.

“Oh. Me? Well,” he cleared his throat to answer, taking another sip of the brewed sweet tea. “I like to garden. I have a bit of a green thumb, so I like to do landscaping. I’ve got a few greenhouses in my estate, both indoor and outdoor, so when I’m not reading, journalling, cooking or working on my art, I like to be one with nature.” There were several other hobbies he partook in, but he didn’t want to shock or weird the guy out. While Axel may know he was an ancient warlock and knew magic existed, he wasn’t too sure what Axel knew to be fiction or in fact, reality. “Heck, when I’m really bored and I’ve got all my chores done, I’ve even been known to do some cross-stitching and do some puzzles in my free time.” Although, when he wasn’t busy with his housework and tending to magical creatures and menagerie of exotic plants, he spent the majority of his time working on his art. Sketching, painting, sculpturing. He utilised almost every medium possible, but oil and acrylic painting was by far his favourite. After that, sculpturing; Cyrus was well-tuned with his hands.

As the night progressed and the two exchanged information about each other, Cyrus showing his interest in what Axel had to say by nodding his head and listening intently. Though, he found it challenging, since all his mind wanted to focus on were those pillowy soft pink lips, and the dire need to hold him close to him once again. But alas, he chose not to be too forward with his needs. It was getting late. The warm ambience of the living room, with the added atmosphere of the storm going on outside, comforted in warm clothes and a hot beverage, Cyrus began to feel the effects of sleep wash over him.

It was certainly a treat to just hear how skillful and knowledgable the other man was. The range of his skills was impressive, given that Axel didn't really have anything that he was particularly good at besides reading. Still, it was fascinating to hear about, since he wasn't exactly close to anyone else to hear about their own passions and interests. It wasn't long before the rumble of thunder on the outside made him blink his bleary eyes, only realizing just how tired he was. He had finished sipping away at his own tea, before seeing Cyrus move about as well. As he had opened his mouth to offer up his room, the warlock already claimed the couch. While Axel knew he wasn't being the best host, he was too tired to protest, although a pouting expression lingered on his face. The librarian accepted the offered help to stand, and his expression softened a bit at the light kiss on his lips. "...S-Sleep well then. I'll see you in the morning..." he murmured softly.

His night wasn't very restful though, what with the noise from the outside causing him to toss and turn in his sleep. Axel's eyes opened blearily in the middle of the night, unable to rest properly. Even with a couple blankets layered on top of him, the large man couldn't help but shiver a bit from the cold. It was strange, since it was the first time he had actually felt a chill over his body. Feeling a bit parched, Axel figured he would sneak out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for himself. Given his size though, he wasn't the most sneaky person to make his way around the bedroom. Axel managed to creep past, barring a couple soft grunts when he bumped into the corner of a wall, and the creaks in the floor wherever he stepped.

As he made his way back from the kitchen with a glass of water, he stopped to peer over at Cyrus, making do as best he could on a couch that was much too small for him. His gaze lingered on the large man's form, wondering just how comfortable he was and if he could get proper sleep himself. The librarian pursed his lips, only walking over stand over the warlock. His eyes lingered on the large man's form, straining what little fabric his clothes could have offered. Even in the dead of night, it was all too easy to make out the ridges and mounds on the hulking man in front of him. The rather explicitly obvious bulge that was threatening to rip out of his underwear was the last straw for Axel. He wasn't ever this bold with anyone else, but something about Cyrus made him want to try and be a bit braver.

It was certainly something to take in the sight of Cyrus practically naked before him with just a towel before him. The view wasn’t lost on the librarian, noting the way the other man had his fair share of scars and marks all over him. But Axel didn’t make any note of it, figuring that they were likely marks that came from the life of a warlock who was much older than anyone could even imagine. Such things came with time and experience, and Axel wasn’t one to probe about such sensitive topics. He did however, finish pulling out some articles of clothing for the other man to wear, although he had to remind himself again not to stare or let his eyes linger in a disrespectful way. 

Turning away as he realized Cyrus was getting dressed here, he waited patiently for the other man to put on the offered clothes. Axel couldn’t help but smile a bit at the sight of the other, handsome man wearing his stuff, feeling a bit of pride or satisfaction with it. But he didn’t let that linger too long, only turning back around when he heard the other man finish dressing. It was almost amazing how Cyrus made everything look better. The sweater and sweatpants, although baggy normally, almost clung to the other’s wide, massive frame. His broad muscles framed him nicely, and the clothes only accentuated just how fit and masculine the warlock was. Axel cleared his throat, glancing away to hide the growing blush at just how much he liked the way Cyrus looked in casual wear like this. “A-Ah, alright,” he stammered, not looking up as the other man left the room.

Quickly throwing on his own clothes and drying his hair with a towel, Axel walked out to be a proper host once more.  He made his way over to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of the other man making tea for them. “Hi,” the blonde murmured as he walked up carefully, moving to stand beside him. “I’ll take these over to the couch, yeah? There’s a fireplace there, and some blankets and pillows for us to relax with. Thanks for making the tea,” he said happily. There was a moment where Axel wanted to lean over and kiss the other man on the cheek, but he decided to not act so quickly without Cyrus’ consent and chose to smile warmly at him instead. “Are the clothes alright? They’re not too tight on you, are they?”

He made himself at home when he was left to his own doings in the man’s kitchen. The teabags were placed into mugs, the hot water was boiling on the stove, and he had even gone as far as plate up some cookies and mini muffins he had found on a nearby counter-top. Not that he was hungry or anything, but if they were to sit-down, relax and have a proper conversation, why not have something to snack on while they listened in to each other stories? The herbal teas were made up, and the teabags were tossed into the bin. For some sweetness and flavour, he squeezed in some honey to both teas, and stirred it until it diluted in the hot water. There was a moment in which he felt a sense of belonging and warmth when the librarian came to stand beside him. It was not normal for him to find men who were of a similar size and stature to him. Beside Axel, Cyrus felt petite; miniscule — in all the good ways possible. Aside from the fact he was an ancient being, he felt… safe. “That sounds nice,” he replied, fashioning off a kind smile to the other. “They’re a little tight, but they will do for tonight.” Cyrus looked over him, most notably the curvature of his jaw where soft facial hair grew beautifully, across soft cheeks and the bridge of his nose, down to those plump, pink lips. The two had made eye contact briefly, and it seemed as if the librarian had wanted to reach out for him once more. Reading people was something he was exceclled at. Noting this, he raised a hand to his shoulder, squeezed the dense thick pad of muscle gingerly, and moved it across to curl into his neckline, his hand adjusted itself to a light grip in order to pull the man’s head in his direction as he leaned in, lips adjoining together in its perfect synchronicity, just like before on the pier. Asides from the storm, the only sounds filling the room now was the wet smack of lips and tongues swirling out to greet one another. It was a sweet and gentle, slow kiss. Lips brushed and pressed in unison. Cyrus drew Axel’s lower lip into his mouth and tenderly suckled on the flesh. But, as soon as he had pulled away from it, the kiss came to a halt to look upon his rich-blue eyes.

The sweet scent of honey mixed with the herbal smell of the tea satisfied the librarian in a way that felt like home. It was strange; they were in his own place, and yet, with the tea and plate of snacks and the warm fireplace crackling in the background, Axel felt even more at ease here. It was his own home, but tonight felt satisfying in a way that was hard to explain. His internal thoughts were interrupted by the response from the other man, only glancing over to make sure his guest was satisfied and comfortable with the offered clothes.

He didn't, however, expect to be pulled in for a firm and passionate kiss. The librarian let out a soft noise of surprise, almost stumbling a bit forward so that their chests were pressed against each other when Cyrus pulled his head in for a kiss. The firm guidance followed by the soft and gentle kiss made him feel warm in all the right places. Axel was sure that his body temperature rose several degrees with just how badly he was attracted to the other man. It didn't help that their tongues swirled together in a way that made his knees tremble a bit. It was a sweet and simple kiss, only ending with a bit of light lip sucking, but the librarian couldn't even stop the soft whimper of pure need that slipped out of him when Cyrus stopped the kiss.

Axel could barely make a noise, only letting out a breathless sigh as he listened to the other man compliment him. Given that this was his first time being with someone, much less someone so handsome and charming and attractive as Cyrus, Axel couldn't stop himself from blushing furiously at the kind words. "Y-You really think so...?" he asked softly, obediently following after the warlock as they made it out of the kitchen and to the sofa. There was more that he wanted to say, more that he wanted to do with the other man. But the librarian found himself staring at the sight of Cyrus in his clothes, sipping tea and lounging on the couch. It was a sight that made him feel fluffy and soft inside. Taking a seat on the other end of the couch, Axel made himself comfortable with some extra pillows and blankets in his lap to stay warm.

"I... I don't know if I'm one of the hottest guys you've ever met. Surely you've met many handsome men in your lifetime," Axel said bashfully, unsure what to do with the shower of compliments. It was hard not to feel flattered by it, especially coming from such a powerful and sexy man like Cyrus. "And no one could really compare with you, given your size and your appearance. I think you are the hottest guy I've ever met," he finished shyly, glancing away to grab his cup of tea instead. Axel wasn't sure if he was even flirting correctly, or if this was anything that the warlock would like hearing. "Oh, well, not much more outside of my job. I do try to workout in my spare time, and I've been trying to pick up baking as a hobby at home. But really I just like reading when I get the chance. Makes my job as a librarian that much easier, I suppose. But learning about new things or reading about fantastical worlds is always such a delight." He paused, before sipping at his tea carefully.

The librarian nodded as he whimpered up against Cyrus’ lips. He trembled a bit as he heard the other’s words of disappointment, wanting nothing more than to please and satisfy his lover. He swallowed thickly, the blonde gazing down at him with wide, pleading eyes as he licked and nip at the other’s lips. Of course, it was coupled with a rather seedy moan and a pink blush that colored his lips as he listened to what Cyrus had to say. Axel glanced down sheepishly, tucking his head up against the other’s neck to breathe in his lover’s musk deeply as he wiggled his ass cheeks to tempt the other man into groping, touching, squeezing, and spanking him. One of the things the librarian learned ever since being in a relationship with Cyrus was that his ass and his chest had become infinitely more sensitive. He wasn’t sure if it was a result of magic, sensitivity from constant play, or just the growing need to have the warlock satisfy him in those areas, but Axel couldn’t get enough. “You know you’ll always have all of me. That isn’t even a question,” he mumbled shyly as he let his hands continue to roam over Cyrus’ broad, hefty chest. “I just want to know that you’re all mine too.” Sure, perhaps he was a selfish, jealous lover, but knowing how old and long the warlock had lived and how young the blonde must have seemed in his eyes made Axel want to have some reassurances.

Axel whimpered as he leaned into the kisses, mewling sweetly against Cyrus’ lips as he listened to the other’s reassurances about them. He felt the other man’s spit-covered fingers slipping past his fat cheeks to push up against his tight hole. The librarian gasped, his back arching with need as he mewled like he was in heat, shuddering at the slick, saliva-covered finger petting over his pink, tight pucker. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, Axel being pleasured by Cyrus on many occasions. In fact, it was pretty standard at this point for the two of them to indulge in their needs and desires. But because they were on vacation together, in an isolated, uninterrupted area where the mood was just right and the setting was romantic enough, the large blonde wanted to be sure this trip was memorable for both of them. He groaned lowly, his body inadvertantly reacting to his lover’s gentle and teasing touches. No matter how many times he was prepped, his hole always found a way to become just as sensitive and tight as the first time they had fun together. “F-Fuck, Cy… Spread me wide open…” he whined, pushing his own legs wider so that only his fat, juicy ass was pushed on on display, eager to eat up any fingers pressed against his entrance.

The feeling was pure bliss, the way Cyrus loved and pampered him so sweetly like this, and yet was so devious with his way of teasing Axel to the very brink of release. The librarian gasped and whimpered as the finger began to nestle inside of him. Tilting his head to the side for the warlock to have easy access to marking and nipping away at his skin, Axel shivered at the feeling of his tight hole clamping down on the finger that pushed deep inside of him, up to the knuckle. The blonde was almost a blubbering mess already, feeling the finger probe up against his prostate with direct precision, while he listened to Cyrus whisper sweet nothings and dirty words to him. It made his own cock twitch with need, just hearing his boyfriend call his hole a “perfect pussy.” The wet sounds coming from behind him as he was finger-fucked was the perfect sound amidst his moans, and Axel couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter at the pleasure he was feeling.

Hearing his lover’s request for him to tell him what he wanted, Axel opened his eyes to gaze deep into Cyrus’ own eyes. “W-Want you… to fill me up… until my stomach is swollen… and you have to carry me back inside to bed,” he whispered, mumbling against the other’s lips as he forced his hole to clench down and tighten on the finger. He let himself be moved about as Cyrus sat up, wrapping his legs and arms around his lovers so that he wouldn’t let go. It was much too obvious feeling the growing bulge underneath his fat ass, and Axel knew it was only a matter of time before they had to do something about it. Quivering as he felt the slick thumb rubbing against his winking pucker, the librarian whined at the empty feeling inside of him. He eagerly reached down, one hand guiding the free hand to continue stroking at his leaking, dripping cock as the other quickly tugged and pulled at Cyrus’ own shorts. “Stuff me… I want you inside of me… no matter how much it hurts…” Axel panted, eyes glazing over with an absolute need to satisfy his man.

Physical touch was his primary love language. Axel seemed to realise that over the last couple of months since they begun dating, for when Cyrus felt those hands caress the wide expanse of his chest and his pectoral muscles were often palmed and squeezed, Cyrus let out a soft, whimpered moan of ectasy. “I am all yours, Axel… every last fuckin’ inch, baby.” The corners of his lips rose upwards into a smirk, brows playfully wiggled at him as he closed in once more for another lock of their lips, though this time it was more of a quick peck. “Even the inches you can’t reach, they’re yours. I’ve no interest in loving anybody else but you, you’re mine.” If the librarian thought he was selfish, jealous and possessive, then Cyrus was a crazy, loved-up fool. Perhaps because he was nearly seven-hundred years old, he felt as though he needed to secure this man into his life as long as he could, not realising that Axel himself was indeed an immortal man too. As they kissed, Cyrus had even begun to imagine on how even in Axel’s old withered age, Cyrus would want to continue to: love him; worship him; fuck him. “Rest easy, my love… I am yours.” He murmured softly while the pad of his finger worked wonders against his prostate, pressing into it as if it read ‘touch here for unfiltered amounts of great pleasure.’

He adored how the man reacted above him. Arching that back so deeply that it created a perfect ‘C’ shape to his lower back. That slender, bulky build Axel had grown out into in the past couple of months was visually stunning, to the point where anytime Cyrus spotted how flexible and willing the man was, Cyrus’ cock would twitch in its confines. Before now, it happened in the grocery store on their way to this holiday beach house, when they decided to get food; Axel had bent down to get something from the lower shelves, and immediately upon eyeing up those large buttocks stretched across the thin material of beach shorts, Cyrus’ dick had violently twitched and ultimately, it lead him to wheel the cart away to the alcohol aisle to distract himself. But now? Now, they were truly in the middle of nowhere, in a remote sandy-white beach, with a cool wooden beach-house all to themselves for the next two weeks. Not another living soul for miles upon miles. Just what Cyrus needed to unwind and enjoy his time with this Adonis he currently held in his arms. Upon hearing Axel voice his need to be spread wide open, he let out a chuckle and smiled down at him. “I’m trying, baby… I am, but you’re so tight.” He peppered a quick kiss to his lips. “And I love it.” Truly, besides actual sex, he loved nothing more than the foreplay and aftercare of sex, especially when Cyrus was put in the mix. When he felt the man spread his legs out and raised his rear, he slipped his finger from him and struck his hand down with a loud slap across the left cheek. Over his lovers shoulder, he watched as the impact of his hand caused the layer of fat to ripple away and wobble back to its original spherical form. Once more, he spat onto his fingers and resumed their work, prodding at sensitive nerves with relative ease, while massaging those slick, tight walls. Of course, the thickness of his fingers was of no comparison of what was later to come, and as much as he ached to be inside of Axel and hear him cry out, whimper and moan, he was not going to subject him to that kinda torture without at least having some thorough preparations.

Hearing how desperately hungry and aroused he was, Cyrus brought caution to the air when he felt his partner attempt to tug at his shorts. A failed attempt at removing the last piece of clothing the warlock still wore to free that monstrous slab of fat, heavy cock meat. “Mmm, baby… hey, baby,” he called out, his hand still stroking away at his lovers impressive shaft, with his finger continued to dig down and retract as far as that taut ring of muscle. “I want to be inside of you too, baby… you know I do, and I love being inside of you, but lets not rush this, alright?” Cyrus brought Axel’s attention back to his face, so they could look into each others eyes, their faces mere inches from one another. “We have two weeks all to ourselves, and I’d like to fuck you as often as you can handle it… if you want to rush this now, you might be too sore to do anything for the rest of the week.” Cyrus clears his throat. His hands cease their work and instead, he coils his arms around his torso, hoisting Axel further up in his arms until he has a strong enough grip to effortlessly lift himself and the large man out of the chair and take the few short steps across the hot sand to the nearby sunbeds, where the two could lounge out. The day was getting away from them, and already, he could spot the sun sinking away into the horizon.

It was crazy just how much his body reacted to just the slightest touch or a whiff of his lover's scent, even after dating for this amount of time. It felt like every moment was their first time, the way Axel was completely and utterly enamored by the warlock. The librarian's body just reacted on its own, but it wasn't like he would complain about it anyways. Cyrus always knew how to make love to him, how to make him feel pleasure and satisfaction with just a simple touch. It took everything in him not to start sucking and nipping at his lover's nipples, knowing that this beautiful, hefty chest before him was all his to grope and squeeze and rest his head on. "All mine..." he whispered softly, Axel's lips forming a soft smile at the thought. "Every last bit all for me." He blushed a bit at the smirk on the other's lips, knowing that any devious look from Cyrus made his hole quiver with need and cock twitch at the sight. "I'll learn to take in every last bit over time. I want to enjoy you to the fullest when you're all mine," he whispered softly, continuing his enjoyment of his lover. Axel's own declaration was cut short by the finger pressing up against his prostate, the light press causing him to stumble over his words and stutter with a needy whimper like a broken record. "Ngh... C-Cy..."

Given the size of his beloved, Axel knew it would take some time to prep his hole. Despite how sensitive and needy his body was for the other man, it still needed the proper time and care to relax and ease him into it. Axel remembered the first few times where he felt embarrased about it, the way he must have seemed to someone as experienced as Cyrus, with a tight virgin hole that could barely take a finger. But over time, as they grew more comfortable and familiar with each other's bodies, the librarian learned how to give himself up completely, to relax and trust his lover, and know that he was enough for the warlock as he was. All that to say, Axel knew that he should be used to the fingering now, the need to gently stretch him open. Since his hole tightened up, like a fresh hole waiting to be deflowered each time, it only made him more and more sensitive to Cyrus' touches each time. Mewling as he felt the saliva-slicked fingers wiggling and pressing up inside of him, Axel didn't hold back the lewd noises spilling out of his lips. Eyelids were half-lidded with lust, and his tongue hung out of his mouth, panting with need. "P-Please sir... I want to feel you..." he whimpered, unable to contain just how badly he craved Cyrus. The firm spank on his bottom did nothing more than draw out another loud moan, his hole relaxing a bit more to allow the ease of access for more fingers. "More... use me some more..."

Axel's head was addled with lust and love and adoration for the man before him, so much so that it was even hard to hear what his lover was saying to him. And yet, it was the only thing he could think about or hear. Had anyone else been around, Axel's pure focus on his lover would have tuned out any other noise. His face contorted with winces and twitches of pleasure as Cyrus continued to tease both his leaking shaft and his hungry pucker. It was eagerly sucking in the finger, the muscled walls clamping onto it and releasing it with each push. The librarian's dazed eyes focused on the beautiful color of his love before him, almost sinking into the vibrant color. Axel could practically feel himself drowning in the other man. "Will you make love to me every day?" he whispered softly, letting his lips drag against Cyrus' own in a light, teasing kiss. "Fill me so full until I'm bloated with your cum? Until your seed leaks out of me and drips down my legs? Will you take care of me when I'm sore after you use me?" Axel couldn't stop the filthy words from spilling out, almost wanting Cyrus to do whatever he wanted to him. "I don't need to rush it. I just need you. I want everyone to know I'm yours..." It was a soft and gentle confession, amidst the haze of lust, but Axel couldn't help but want to feel his lover all around and inside of him. It was like his life-force, and he wanted to drown in it.

Clinging onto the warlock as he moved them to the sunbeds, Axel laid down onto the beds obediently. He whimpered at the thought of Cyrus still teasing him for the duration of their vacation, only whining a bit more as the other man stepped away. Not like Axel was in any condition to move at this point, with his own erection in full display and his hole slick and dripping with Cyrus' spit from before. Still, he was never one to disobey his lover's orders, and with some gentle sucking on his own fingers, Axel began to press one of his own fingers up against his needy hole. When did he become so needy and depraved, eager for something big to stuff him? Or had he always been like this? Axel never remembered feeling things like this until he met Cyrus; like his whole body was programmed to activate itself at the mere sight of the other man. Even as he lay their fingering himself, stimulating the same ring and the same points of pleasure, nothing made him feel the same way the warlock did.