In the past year, Cyrus had acquired himself a new home. It was sort of run-down, but it was in an excellent location for him: just on the outskirts of a small town, no neighbours within miles of him, with plenty of forestry, fields and green to shield his home from the public eye. But, it needed a lot of work; so for the past couple of months, he had employed several workers to build his home, with the plans he and his friend, a local architect, had built together.
Over the coming months, Cyrus would occasionally check up on the progress. Everytime he would visit, he would bring all of the construction workers boxes full of hot meals, coffee and other beverages and snacks. The warlock believed that with good work, came great rewards. Not to mention, they were all paid rather handsomely since his home was more of a mansion that a regular old three-bedroom house.
One man had caught his eye however. A young worker by the name of Manuel Flores. Easily one of the most beautiful men he'd ever laid eyes upon, especially when he wore nothing but his work boots and loose denim jeans, that seemingly were only held at his waist by the sheer volume and curvature of his ass. Since talking to him, Cyrus would visit every few days. Mostly, he just wanted to talk to him. Befriend him. He could practically taste the magic in the air, and he immediately knew he was a sorcerer of some kind, which only lured Cyrus in even more. It was pretty damn obvious there was something here. What first began as a deep sexual hunger and attraction for the man, grew into something more; the two often going out drinking to a bar together, grabbing some food at a diner in the small outback town.
On one particular evening, Cyrus had been invited back to Manuel's place. A loft on the top floor of an apartment complex, with tall glass windows framed on every wall. The warlock watched intently as Manuel locked the heavy sliding door, eyes fixated upon that slender, muscular build as it walked away from him. Eyes came to focus on the way his weight moved from one leg to another, prompting his perfect behind to flex with every step. There was no verbal request, Manuel simply beckoned him forth with his index finger as he unbuttoned his shirt and carelessly tossed it aside. Cyrus followed, not a thought in his mind but this delectable man. Just as he closed the distance between them, Manuel had turned to face the glass window, hands set against them, the side of his face following. Naturally, Cyrus' hands moved to settle at his waist, the large limbs easily coiling around the petite waist. As he did, the man arched his back against him. Such a deep, perfect, submissive arch that had him cursing and grunting under his breath. Beneath his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock twitched. His groin always maintaining its sheer vulgar volume, even now when his cock was lifeless. Many people at the construction site of his home even dared to comment; it was not something you could easily miss.
Lips pucker and dress the bared muscle along his shoulders with light, wet kisses, just as one hand moved inward to tenderly caress at his toned belly. The kisses made a path along shoulders, down to deltoids and back up, as far as into his neck and hairline. Since Cyrus was notably much taller, he had to dip down a fair amount in order to plant his praise to his newly-acquired friend. Several minutes pass and he begins to sense the need to dive deeper. The moans, soft whimpers and pleas coming out of the man bring a smile to his face. Before continuing, he made sure to bring his free hand up from his air, curl it into Manuel's jaw and tilt his head into an upward side angle, enabling Cyrus to settle his lips upon theirs in a sweet, soft kiss.
As lips locked, tongues twirled and danced between them, the large hand caressing at his stomach returned to his waist, applying pressure to it to guide him to the nearby king-sized bed, which still maintained a view of the forest below and a bustling city in the far distance. It just meant Manuel would be a little more comfortable as Cyrus spent the next couple hours of their night together feasting at his prize. Their kiss broke free as Cyrus manoeuvred him to lay down into his bed on his front and sat in order to help him out of his footwear and socks. Cyrus got himself comfortable too and removed his own. The larger of the two returned to his place, moving his knee between Manuel's legs, silently seeking for him to spread them apart and give him leeway. "Fuck, Manuel... what a beautiful fat ass..." he huffed out, lowering down to kiss down along the valley of his spine. "Looks so fucking delicious." He fell into silence again as he journeyed down. As he reached the waistband of his underwear and hem of jeans, he returned to his knees, fingers curled into the sides of his waist, grabbing taut at the fabrics and pulled, quite effortlessly. But slow. Blue eyes were glue as inch by inch, the witch's tan, toned, fat globes came into view. Cyrus settled the jeans and the underwear just underneath the meat of his ass for now, rendering Manuel unable to bring relief to his own shaft.
Cyrus wasted no time. He didn't feel compelled to give the man anymore compliments than what Manuel already knew of how he felt. There was a soft, happy hum as Cyrus settled in between the spread-out legs. Hands were idle at the sides of his hips. As hunger took over, and without feeling the need to manually part Manuel's spherical smooth buttocks, the warlock dug his face between them. Groomed facial hair would surely tickle the sensitive skin as he dug in an attempt to secure him in his rightful place. It didn't take him long. Seconds, even. With his face partially hidden in the warm globes, his eyes fell shut. Cyrus' body seemed to go slack as he got himself comfortable, his heavy stature sinking into the bed when his tongue reached out and licked across the pert pucker. With another swift, wet lick that was heavily drenched in hot spit, Cyrus let out a moan as his muscle memory began to react. Without needing to look upon in the darkness of Manuel's loft with its dim warm lighting, he could tell just how petite, pink and pretty it was as his tongue rolled across it so effortlessly. Tiny, too. Against his wide, long tongue, it was a match made in Heaven.
Absentmindedly, Cyrus kneeled in order to help yank the rest of Manuel's jeans off, along with his underwear. The garments were carelessly thrown behind him, but not even for a split second did he dare pry his face away, for his lips and tongue began to do the work that it was known for. Every now and then, moan full of content and pleasure were muffled against the smooth, delicate skin.
The warlock made a tight seal of his lips around the man's entrance, ensuring that the hot bubbling spit he was using to roll, sweep, nudge, slather, lap and suckle with, was always at hand to act as his own personal lubricant as his skilled tongue strategically wrought beautiful, controlled chaos upon that delicious, virgin-tight cunt.
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@devirtute sent in: city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window. [ from manuel ]
