The Last Canticle: Summoner's Dirge by Evelyn Shepherd

barely containing a moan. He let out a heavy pant and looked down at Balin, his eyes half-lidded.
    “There are nights I believe I could drown in your eyes,” Balin whispered huskily. He slid Damir off him and patted his side. “Turn around and raise your hips up for me.”
    Damir obeyed and rolled onto his stomach, sliding his knees under himself and lifting so his ass was high in the air. Balin ran his hand down Damir’s ass cheek, squeezing the firm muscle as he did so. He opened the bottle of oil and, without warning, poured a good amount down Damir’s crack.
    The air was perfumed with the scent of gralui herbs. Damir strained to look behind him and watched curiously as Balin set the oil aside and parted his cheeks. Damir balked. “W-what are you doing?”
    They had never tried the position before. His cock sprang to attention at the prospect of what Balin had planned.
    Balin didn’t respond. He just smiled rakishly and pressed a wet kiss to the hole.
     
    THE GRALUI OIL tasted like sugarcoated cranberries. It was tart and rich. Spread across Damir’s taint as it was, it was more addictive than Terrasolis’s most potent opium or the strongest lyta weed. Balin lapped a stripe up the glossed crack and then plunged his tongue deep into the tight, pulsing channel.
    Damir let out a deep, muffled groan. The sound was barely smothered, and Damir couldn’t seem to keep the noises from escaping as Balin mercilessly tongue-fucked him.
    Balin’s stomach pooled with needy warmth, his desire becoming molten in his veins. He never wanted the moment to end. He wanted to taste all of Damir. A whimper fell from Damir’s lips, and heat raced up his neck in a glorious shade of carmine.
    Mercilessly Balin thrust his tongue deeper inside Damir, who thrashed beneath his administrations. Balin reached up and pinched the flesh behind Damir’s scrotum, then wrapped his hand firmly around Damir’s weeping dick.
    Heat rose around them, pulsing with their energy, palpable as flames. It filled the room, turned their skin sticky with sweat. Damir rocked into Balin’s hand with graceful hip rolls. Balin blew a cold jet of air against the damp hole, and watched as Damir pumped into Balin’s hand.
    Every night spent with the glowing angel reminded Balin of why he couldn’t go back to his other life, why he could easily allow the world to burn away. He had told himself it would only be one taste, but that had been a lie. One wasn’t enough. A single second, a single minute—they were never enough. Not when Damir’s laughter made his heart beat and his smile chased away the ghosts.
    How could he go back to being a monster when he had finally learned what it meant to be human?
    “Oh God,” Damir whimpered. The head of Damir’s cock, which was round and plump like a mushroom cap, dewed with pearlescent cum.
    “You want me in you?” Balin asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.
    Damir let out a strained whine. Balin chuckled and reached for the oil again. He opened it up. Damir trembled beneath him as Balin coated his protruding dick. It glistened beneath the starlight that escaped from Damir’s body.
    Balin readjusted their position so that he stretched out on the bed. He pulled Damir on top of him with a possessive grip. “Ride me.”
    Damir straddled Balin’s hips. He grabbed hold of Balin’s erect cock, stroking his fingers up before lowering himself. He sank down on Balin, his face contorting in pleasure. Balin grabbed Damir’s hips and watched as his dick was swallowed by Damir’s body. He became swaddled in glorious wet heat.
    Damir paused for a moment to catch his breath, fully seated on Balin’s lap. Balin waited, rubbing his hands over Damir’s hips encouragingly. Soon Damir began to rise and fall, the muscles in his stomach contracting with each downward thrust. Balin watched, mesmerized, as Damir came undone above him.
    Balin slammed into Damir as the man dropped down. He pounded relentlessly into the sensitive bundle of