Chapter 46 - you taste sweet

It was almost noon but the sunlight streaming in through the windows was still gentle.

Declan wasn't sleepy but Faun made him subconsciously let down his guard, so it didn't take much time for him to fall asleep as well.

He awoke to the feel of soft lips pressed against his; feverish soft green eyes the first sight he saw after opening his eyes.

He didn't bother asking for an explanation, burying his hands in Faun's hair to take the kiss deeper, delving into his heated mouth and sucking on his tongue.

Faun was wearing nothing under his shirt and he had long lost his shirt - for cooling purposes.

Now that he was woken to Faun straddling him, overheating again and grinding down on him, even peeling off a layer of his skin wouldn't be enough to cool him down.

Declan slipped a hand lower down Faun's body, finding his way under Faun's shirt only to slip even lower and grab a hold of the base of his tail.

He drank down Faun's moans; they were intoxicating and heady, it made him crave more.

His moans started getting a little desperate. Little, needy sounds falling past his lips even as he tried to grind down harder on Declan's thigh.

Declan spun them over then, pushing Faun deeper into the bed as his other hand dipped lower. His legs effortlessly held down Faun's thrashing legs, expecting the tail that wrapped around his upper thigh.

He didn't stop kissing Faun when he found him wet and hard, pulling on his hair slightly as he started stroking fast and hard.

Faun thrashing his head from side to side, his eyes tightly shut from the abrupt and constant waves of pleasure was quite the sight. He came quickly, trembling on a sob.

Somehow, Declan wasn't surprised to find that Faun didn't get soft, squirming again in no time.

Faun buried his hands in his long hair as he threw his head back, he could feel something off this time. The pleasure didn't build slowly like before but instead it slammed into him and left him exactly where he was before, on the brink of something.

It made him pant and strain, wanting something he didn't even know, something more.

Faun was so distraught that he didn't notice Declan moving lower, not till the sensation of warm breath blowing on his overstimulated cock made him stiffen, his eyes flying open in hazy confusion.

His eyes were forced shut again when Declan's lips made contact, his throbbing cock getting enveloped in his warm, wet mouth.

Faun's head was empty of thoughts, pleasure filling the space instead.

White flashed behind his closed eyelids as Declan went down on him, the pleasure so intense that he could barely make a sound, his mouth falling open.

Faun was average sized so it was a little difficult to suck him off but he soon got the hang of it, able to take him down completely.

A little smirk slipped at the sob that Faun let out when he did that, wanting more of it.

He did get more, his arms straining from the effort of holding Faun down, but it was all worth it. Hearing a sobby Faun moaning his name made it all worth it.

Faun tasted sweet, it reminded Declan of his baking.

Declan sat up after, licking a drop of milky sheen on his lower lip as he pushed a hand through his inky black hair.

The slight tilt of his lips grew into a small smile when he glanced up at Faun to find him out cold. One of his hands was buried in his hair, his other loosely holding his tail.

It felt illegal for him to be this cute and hot at the same time.

Clean up time required a change of the sheets; it was also well into the afternoon so they both needed to eat.

Declan left Faun sleeping peacefully on his bed, heading to the kitchen.

He just had to heat up food, he could manage that without setting off the fire alarm.

With Faun cooking better now, there were less and less reasons to eat takeout but he didn't order because he didn't want anyone around the cottage.

After preparing a sizable tray, he placed it in the living room and went to get Faun. He had already changed the sheets once, he wasn't so eager to change it again so soon, especially not over something like spilled food.

"Hey." He whispered to Faun, cupping his face in both hands to squish his soft face.

It was a relief to see none of the haziness in his soft green eyes when he opened them.

"Declan?"

Declan didn't say anything further, scooping Faun off the bed and marching to the living room with him in his arms.

Faun didn't even ask any further questions either; he was tired but not in a stressed out way, he was tired because he was sated.

So he just rested his head on Declan's shoulder, letting his eyes slip shut. This time he purposely made his tail wrap around one of Declan's legs.

He was coming to accept that the reason the cottage felt so comforting to him was because of Declan; If Declan was with him, any house would be comforting, any house could be home.

"Are you good?" Declan's low voice washed over him.

Faun immediately remembered what they had been doing all day and colored up, hiding his face in Declan's chest.

Declan chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes. I heated some food, you need nutrition…"

Faun let out a big sigh, hardly listening to what Declan was saying.

He hadn't felt this safe all his life, not even when his parents were still alive.

When he was with Declan, he quickly forgot that he was being hunted. For some inexplicable reason, he believed that Declan would save him from everything.

Food was good too; his stomach rumbled at the delicious aroma of the food all set out, making him uncurl from Declan's arms, immediately seeking out the food.