Chapter 5

Clay’s eager touches skated over Aron’s body, finding a spot to slip underneath his tunic to the front overlap in his trousers. Soon, the human’s deft, long-fingered hands—one part that revealed his elf heritage—found Aron’s prick and began to stroke, bringing it quickly to life

Aron bit back a moan of pleasure. Had anything ever felt better than this particular lover’s caresses? He could not bring to mind any equivalent. Bliss, pure and simple. For a few seconds, he lay passive to enjoy the sensations, but soon he had to reciprocate. The zipper on Clay’s military fatigue-style pants slid down with the faintest sound. He delved into the opening and soon clasped Clay’s cock, ringing it with his fingers only to begin a slow rhythm, drawing his grip from the base to the head and then back down. He danced his fingertips over the sensitive surface, especially just beneath the head, until Clay began to quiver, muted sounds emerging from his throat.