The Demon Lord And His Hero

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The anti mage splayed Syryn's legs wide open and silently appreciated the beauty spread out for his eating. To have himself so exposed to Rowan's passionate and hungry gaze brought forth a blush that went all the way to the roots of Syryn's hair.

"You were right, Ryn. Your cock is as beautiful as you are. Sebastian doesn't know what he's missing out on." The flash of a languid smile was all Syryn saw before Rowan turned to get the bottle of lubrication.

Eyes closed, Syryn listened to Rowan uncork the bottle. The scent of something sweet and sticky filled the air. Hand over his eyes, Syryn's blush only increased when he heard the clink of Rowan unbuckling his pants.

Syryn hadn't intended to be a pillow princess but this was his first time so he hoped Rowan would forgive him for lying on the bed like a starfish.

"You're so red in the face. How cute, Ryn," Rowan teased. "Who was it begging me to fuck him just a few moments ago?"

"Oh my god, Rowan. Stop!" Syryn took a pillow and threw it at the teasing man.

The anti mage caught it and placed the pillow back on the bed. "Be good, Ryn. I'm going to open you up."

The teen furiously blushed again.

The first touch of Rowan's slick fingers forced a loud gasp from Syryn's throat. "Shhh, I'll make you feel good." He placed a light kiss on the teen's thigh and stroked over Syryn's hip bone with his other hand. Syryn tightened his grip on the sheet, trying desperately to keep the rest of his body relaxed as Rowan circled his hole slowly, getting him wet with the sweet lubrication.

A slick finger slid inside Syryn and he jerked back. It felt strange but good. The intrusion didn't stop there. Rowan twisted his finger on the way out and inserted one more when he went in again.

Syryn groaned and widened his stance, his shame melting away from the heat that was electrifying his nerve endings.

"Tell me if it hurts you," Rowan gently said to Syryn while his fingers worked the teen.

The blond squeezed in a third finger and it made a lewd squelching sound.

"Ro- that hurts a little," Syryn breathed out.

"It'll be alright in a while," Rowan murmured. His fingers alternated between spreading and curling, sending a shock of pleasure up Syryn's spine at one point when he pressed firmly against his prostate. Rowan began thrusting his fingers in and out in a gentle rhythm that had the teen begging for more.

"Please," he moaned.

"Please what?"

"Want you, Ro. I want you to fill me. Every inch of your big cock deep inside- fucking me hard. Want you to cum inside me."

The anti mage cursed and the last tether of his restraint stretched. He had intended to finger fuck Syryn into an orgasm but the teen had made it impossible.

The anti mage then lowered himself over Syryn, kissing him hard enough to bruise his lips. The teen wrapped his legs around Rowan's waist and his hips surged upwards to meet Rowan's.

"Ryn," Rowan's voice was hoarse with need. "I'm going in."

"Please," it came out soft and needy.

Syryn's moans were like an aphrodisiac. Rowan swore, pushed his weight back onto his knees and lined himself up with a shaking hand, then he thrust deep into Syryn.

The anti mage filled Syryn up with one powerful snap of his hips. The slight pain that came with the fullness of being completely filled swam around in the teen's head and tasted heavy on his tongue.

Rowan's cock. So perfectly snug inside him.

"Nnngh," the teen groaned, starting to rock back into Rowan's thrusts. "R- Ro… so good- ah-" he threw his head back against the pillow when the ridge of Rowan's cock-head pressed over and against his prostate.

"Tell me if I'm going too fast, Ryn," Rowan said as he panted. It was Syryn's first and the anti mage was trying to take it slow.

Rowan couldn't believe he had waited so long to fuck Syryn. The tight heat around his cock was a delicious feeling that he was quickly getting addicted to. He drew back and thrust in again, leaning down to catch Syryn's bottom lip in his teeth as the teen arched up and moaned into his mouth.

Rowan moved in and out of Syryn, and he praised him for how well he could take it, of how perfection sought itself in Syryn's body.

"Ro, I'm gonna-" Syryn cried out when the anti mage bottomed out deep inside with a thrust that was harder than his last.

"Can I come inside you, Syryn?" the whisper was feverish.

"Ro, yess" the teen sobbed, and that was enough of an answer for the anti mage to start moving his hand, firm strokes of his dick matching the movements of his hips.

"Come for me, Ryn."

The sound of Rowan's voice was drowned by the waves of pleasure that crashed into Syryn's body. With a delicious moan, Syryn came hard between them. It turned into a drawn-out groan when Rowan kept going and going, intent to get every sound and cry from his lips.

Rowan then pressed his forehead to Syryn's and he came hard, time stopping for a moment when an intense heat washed through his body.

It took a few moments for Syryn to get back down from the high he had reached. The anti mage's face was pressed into the nook of Syryn's neck, breathing, taking in the scent of his lover.

"Rowan, that was- " Syryn couldn't find the words to describe how amazing it was.

"Perfect," Rowan answered, "just like you." He placed a kiss on the smooth forehead that was beading with sweat, and then he pulled out of Syryn.

The teen accepted the lazy kiss that Rowan planted on his lips. Tongues met and tasted each other again. Syryn wrapped his arms around his anti mage's neck and lost himself in the kiss.