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movement of his hand. His thumb disappeared along the edge of
Blue s waistband. He plucked at the tie holding it in place.  Time for
this to come off. Throat tightening, he untied the knot and glided the
cloth free from Blue s body. Spread below him, his body bare and
open, hard and needy, Blue moaned at the first touch of his eyes on
him.
His mouth dry, unable to pull in enough air, Stryver coasted his
hand lower. He lifted his gaze. Blue watched him through narrowed
eyes. His hair faded from black to silver, the spell gone in slow,
agonizing heartbeats.
Without breaking eye contact, Stryver ran his fingers under and
around Blue s erection, shifted his body enough so his face came even
with Blue s taut, pale member. Removing his hand, he grasped one
side of his hip, holding Blue steady. With one long, slow swipe, he
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ran the tip of his tongue up from the base, along the front of Blue s
cock, to the head.
Sweet coconut with a trace of salt burst in his head. Heaven had
arrived.
The smaller man s breath caught, his body arching off the mat.
Low keening came from him, and his hands clung to the blanket
under him. Stryver groaned. Pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed
through him at the sound of Blue s cry. This was Blue, his Blue, no
one else s. He opened his lips over the end and took him into his
mouth to the back of his throat, applying a slight suction.
Another low, stifled cry traveled the distance between them.
Stryver took the sound into his body through the connection of his
lips over the taut length of Blue s erection. He needed more to feed
his own passion. He worked to wring every cry, moan, groan, and
gasp from the smaller man. This was his Blue, his man, no longer a
Godchild, but his. A strong suction, and Blue jerked, trembling in the
aftermath, panting, with sweat glistening on his skin.
Yes, his, only his. No pain, no fear, nothing but pure gratification,
fulfillment, and satisfaction. Just for Blue.
 Ah-ah, answered a twirl of his tongue. Blue s breath caught and
followed with a stronger, trembling moan at each stronger suck
Stryver applied. A bit more oil to his palm, and he lifted Blue s hips
off the mat. He rubbed the oil over his butt, up in the crease, between
his thighs, and at the back of them. One finger slipped inside Blue.
The muscles around his finger vibrated, closing around Stryver s
digit.
Working with his finger, stretching the tight ring inside Blue in a
slow circle, Stryver continued to lick and nip the other man s cock.
Soon, the inner ring relaxed and stretched. With a grin, Stryver
finished teasing and succeeded in setting off Blue s ejaculation. He
swallowed, satisfied that he d taken the sharp edge off Blue s desire.
As his lover shivered with the aftershocks of his release, Stryver
positioned his body between his knees.
Blue Heaven 65
 Blue& Look at me.
For a moment, just before the sun slipped over the horizon, Blue
lay awash with brilliance. Ethereal. Not human, but a real god,
writhing beneath him, giving him the gift of his body straight from
Heaven. He glimmered in the fading light, flesh and bone forming a
being so beautiful, his very existence was inconceivable. Yet he
existed. He breathed. He lay spread and trembling on the mat.
Swirling his tongue across Blue s belly, Stryver tasted more salt
on his skin. The small man shuddered, arching his back to meet the
tongue circling around his navel.
 Stryver, please, shit. He rotated his hips.  Ohhh, fuck ah-ah
me, Stryver.
Shocked at what had just come out of Blue s kiss-swollen lips,
Stryver straightened. He released a shaky, breathy laugh.  Where did
you learn such language?
Impatience flared in Blue s gaze.  Don t make  He twitched,
knees bending to slide along Stryver s thighs, a hot, horny deity
striving for his total initiation into the world of passion. Pulling at
Stryver s shoulders, frustration evident in his features, he growled
low, an ongoing sound deep in his throat. An irritated god made flesh.
Blue s eyes flashed only a hint of azure along the edge of
midnight-black pupils. All thought of avoiding direct eye contact was
forsaken as Stryver marveled at how even the slightest change in this
man affected his own racing heart rate. He positioned his cock at the
entrance to Blue s body and, slick with oil, penetrated the smaller,
heated form writhing beneath. Blue accepted the intrusion with a low
moan caught on a breath.
Heat massaged his cock with startling, tingling contractions. He
forgot to breathe, couldn t drag in a mouthful of air, all his focus
centered on the tight grip surrounding his aching member.
Head thrown back, Blue s hair, undone from its tie, flowed about
him. He grasped Stryver s forearms, squeezing, releasing, panting,
chanting his name over and over.
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Stryver leaned forward, his brow against his lover s slick
shoulder, his breath coating his collarbone. The narrower chest under
him passed shivers into his own body.
Muscles twitched, ached in an effort to keep still, not to move, to
cherish every breath, each heartbeat of these sensations, the smell, the
taste. He deserved Heaven for waiting, for wanting Blue to adjust
not to tear into him like he desired to do.
And Blue nudged his brow, so he looked up.  Kiss me, please.
Covering his mouth, Stryver dipped his tongue into the warm,
dark recess. Clasping the slimmer hips in his hands, Stryver moved,
slowly, easily no, not too fast. Savor this, relish it, never let it end.
Small, inquisitive hands burned wherever they touched him,
blistering over his sensitive skin, sinking into his nerves. Naked,
vulnerable, every shift of breath crashed through his body as though
he drew in an inferno. His lungs shuddered, his belly clenched, his
groin pounded, and his heart, that strong vessel deep in his chest,
hammered Blue s name through his veins. He wanted to get closer,
deeper, never let him go.
Hoarse, wordless, a cry echoed in the hut, and, by now, Stryver
wasn t sure whom it belonged to him or Blue. His steady pace
poured fire along with lightning through him, up his abdomen, his
back, and down his thighs to end in a roiling, steamy pool in his belly.
These charged flames encompassed his body, dragged, coiled around
his guts, squeezed, licked, and white flashes exploded behind his
closed lids. His world flared and with his release, ruptured into
shattered fragments. In that moment, he realized his entire life was
changed by one simple, little man.
Shivering aftershocks vibrated in his limbs. He shifted, buried his
face in the curve of Blue s neck, trying to catch his breath. He never
wanted to move, only to stay and be cradled in the arms of this divine
being. His Godchild. His Blue.
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Chapter Eight
I grasped the moon and asked if this was love. The silver disk smiled.
Blue lay under his weight, trying so hard to calm his wayward
breathing. This thing what had Stryver named it? Ah, yes, passion.
Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined the power, the
incredible intensity could exist beyond his dancing. What had
happened was so much better than when he danced. Even now, waves
of tingling shocks ricocheted within his weakened muscles, reminding
him of his reaction. He lifted trembling arms and ran his palms across
Stryver s broad shoulders. Softly, with gentle care, he savored the feel
of the sleek, damp skin.
When had Stryver become so important to him? Blue would lie
down and die, wilt away when the larger man left him. The brightest
star in his universe would have vanished, leaving him in the darkness.
Blue dug his fingers a bit harder into Stryver s back to keep him with
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