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Reviews for Let the Light Shine Down

By : RotSeele
  • From ANON - wanderingaddict on November 22, 2014
    ps I enjoyed this
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  • From ANON - wanderingaddict on November 22, 2014
    Aerin growled. He didn't know which was worse, the smug look on the young rogue's face, or the fact that they both knew the ear-to-ear grin was entirely deserved.

    "I never thought a paladin could be so base," Malacai teased, reveling in the way his lover strained against the ropes binding his wrists. His eyes danced, and his cock was stiff - already recovered from earlier.

    "I"m not a saint!" Feeling the rogue's fingers press up between his cheeks cut off the rest of what he was going to say, however. By Lane's heart! Malacai had a one-track mind. Aerin at least had the renewing strength of the Light flowing through him. He did not understand where the kid got his stamina, much less so quickly after his pretty partner had ridden himself into oblivion on Aerin's gorgeous shaft.

    But yet here he was, opening Aerin up with unbelievable skill. His oiled fingers slid in easily, one right after another, and the paladin was finding his eyes rolling to the back of his head with every other push. "Beautiful," his sharp ears heard Malacai whisper. Involuntarily, perhaps - often the rogue did not know what he was saying under his breath.

    Malacai had finally let his appreciation for Aerin's body show through a few weeks ago, in a cute and utterly adorable reversal of their first time together. His initial exploration of Aerin's chest, his penis, his hole, had been slow and fearful, and so delicately vulnerable that Aerin had felt like his heart was going to melt.

    Not anymore. Now the young rogue was a monster, one hand digging deep between the paladin's cheeks while the other roamed over his sweat-and-semen-slicked chest, tugged at the man's hardening cock, pinched his nipples and traced his pecs. His mouth often followed. He bit and licked indiscriminately, and despite Aerin's protests. Then he got down to the tip of the paladin's cock, and joyfully popped it into his mouth. Aerin moaned - then hissed as he felt Malacai steal the opportunity to push his three fingers in past the last knuckle.

    The rope had been such a bad idea. Aerin strained against it, cursing aloud, cursing himself, for ever having agreed to the idea. Especially for agreeing again. He didn't know why he kept saying yes. The first time it had been a lark, because Malacai had expressed curiosity about it. Every time since, it had been torture. Blissful torture. His sightless eyes stared at the back of Malacai's head until the young man pulled his mouth off of Aerin's spit-soaked cock.

    The grin was back. The fingers had pulled out of his hole, but the hand still rested between his cheeks, spreading them - making him notice the coldness of the air, how cold and wet his hole felt without them in it. The Legion take the kid! Damn but his skills were good!

    Sharp as a tack, too - Malacai had seen the look on Aerin's face. He eagerly bounced into position, pushing the paladin onto his side. Aerin let himself be pushed after one concession; "Kiss me," he demanded, stopping mid-roll.

    Like a puppy, Malacai was on the older man's mouth and licking, kissing, grinding against him for one long, terribly sweet moment. Then he pulled away, and Aerin - lost - heard the whisper of the Light too late. "No! Malacai you're too big to - AH!" he cried. The rogue hadn't listened. Youth made him eager, passion made him reckless. Aerin could only twist and sink his teeth into his pillow. Behind him, Malacai groaned and tried to push his entire body into Aerin's back. "You're so warm," he mewled. "You're so warm and you're so tight!"

    Aerin just focused on muffling his cry with the pillow. It was too much to try to do anything else. With the rogue wiggling against him, groping and twisting the muscles of the paladin's chest, spreading the older man's whole just a little bit too wide - it was just too much.

    The kid didn't last long. He rarely did inside Aerin. The paladin wished he could blame it on youth, but then, he never lasted long with Malacai was inside him either. Something about the little guy clinging to his back... something about feeling the kid's sharp breaths on his shoulder... something about that magic kept him from outlasting him.

    When Malacai collapsed in a pile of sweat on Aerin's back - pressing the paladin's sore cock into the puddle of semen trapped underneath him - Aerin chose to take a moment and just lie there and revel in the feeling of his young lover's cock inside him. The feeling of the boy's seed leaking out of his hole, of the little mewls that came from Malacai's mouth. Aerin's face was full of pillow, but he could imagine that the kid's hair was swept back with sweat, and that the kid still had that idiotic grin on his face.

    Then he felt Malacai press a little kiss against his shoulder and snuggle in against him. Not being made of stone, Aerin felt his heart do a funnel little tumble in his breast. Oh no, he thought. I've fallen.

    Then he grinned.


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