Sweeter Than Wine: A Kiss From The Bacchi

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Afton found himself on his feet, then gently escorted to the door. Inside his gut writhed with guilt; clearly he’d hurt the Somian deeply. That had been an arrogant, cruel question. He’d spied on Lefi and then used that stolen knowledge, causing pain. And now his damn pride was too rigid to apologize.

He reached down blindly to open the door. Before he could set foot outside, the door suddenly slammed closed in his face.

“Wha—”

He turned to find himself pressed back against the wooden panel, trapped by two strong arms and a powerful body. Lefi was smiling; his purple eyes glowed with wicked intent. Behind the lust a spark of anger darkened his gaze.

This close, Afton could see the green shimmer on the Somian’s eyelids, the delicate pattern on the skin over his cheekbones.

“I asked if you wanted me to kiss you. You never answered. I take that as a yes.”

Afton opened his mouth to speak, to refuse, but Lefi was already there. His lips were sweet with oolong, and his kiss was firm and skilled. He leaned in, his weight supported only by his hands on either side of Afton’s head. The full length of his body hovered just inches from Afton’s.

Only their lips touched.

Lefi’s kiss whispered, featherlight, leaving a trail of fire along Afton’s mouth. The Somian drew back just a little, looked deeply into Afton’s eyes, then bent once again and pressed with more insistence. Desperate to breathe, Afton inhaled, and the Somian’s tongue slipped in to gently stroke his. He felt the tingle of the sweet wine Lefi had sipped at the restaurant; he tasted the heat of his lust. Afton struggled to rebuild his mental defenses, but Lefi slammed through and swamped Afton’s cool, logical mind with his need, his loneliness, and his desire.

Lefi slanted his head, taking the kiss deeper. As though in a dream, Afton felt his own lips respond. He caught Lefi’s tongue with his teeth and then drew it deeper. He sucked hard, and the taste of sweet nectar flooded his mouth, overwhelming his senses. He swallowed it down, feeling the pheromone heat his mouth and then his entire body. This was the very essence of Lefi, the dangerous honey of an aroused Somian.

The Bacchi shook and groaned, and Afton wondered if the nectar was a result of the wine or if it was simply part of Somian physiology. Afton’s senses grew sharp and heightened. He could hear the beat of Lefi’s heart and knew the other man was fiercely aroused. He felt a perverse sense of pride in knowing he’d sent the whore this far out of control. Every aspect of this encounter was dangerous.

With a suddenness that left him shattered, Afton felt the grip of climax run through his body. His back went tight; his body clenched and heated. He broke away from the other man’s mouth, gasping. He dug his fingers into the flesh of the Somian’s broad shoulders.

He came, but he didn’t ejaculate.

The orgasm rocked his entire world. He was stunned and breathless, and could only thank the heavens Lefi appeared to not have noticed. Afton’s cock was still hard and rigid, pressing toward the other man’s groin. Instead of easing his need, the deep orgasm only fueled his lust.

“Stay,” Lefi whispered, nuzzling the ebony hair that swept along Afton’s cheek. They stood still, touching only where the Somian’s lips trailed along his jaw. Helplessly Afton laid his head against the door, powerless against the mesmerizing song of Lefi’s words. He moaned when the other man clasped the sensitive lobe of his ear and worried the golden hoop he wore. It was the only vanity he allowed himself, and Lefi had found that weakness and toyed with it mercilessly. Afton tried to speak, tried to refuse, but words would not form.

“Stay with me.” The Somian spoke against Afton’s throat; the words shuddered through his skin, right to his very core. Once again, he felt the newly awakened muscles of his female parts; he felt the warmth of moisture gathering where it shouldn’t. Lefi ran his strong hands up his arms, then lifted them to the top of the door. Afton’s fingers encountered a bar; automatically he clasped it and clutched hard.

Lefi ran his long, graceful hands down Afton’s face, down to his shoulders, his chest. He slowly unbuttoned the fitted black tunic, then opened it wide. Under his uniform Afton wore a sleeveless white shirt; the Bacchi unbuttoned that as well and bared Afton’s skin to the air.

“The Valoran body is so beautiful, be it male or female or gen.” He bent to Afton’s chest and trailed his warm tongue along the skin there. “Some are the color of tea with milk, yet you are as pale as a moon. Your skin is fine and soft, and your nipples are the same color as your lips. Now they are ruddy with need.”

The Somian cleverly swirled his tongue around Afton’s nipples, making them hard and erect. He felt the skin tighten over his undeveloped breasts as they began to ache with arousal.

“Did you come when I kissed you?”

Afton shook his head.

“No? Pity. But I think you lie. The amount of nectar you pulled from me should have brought you.” He stroked Afton’s body, then clasped and held his rigid cock. Afton flexed into his hand. “No, not here. You didn’t spill.”

Lefi continued, moving his hand back to fondle his testicles, and then he finally cupped that hidden region behind. Afton bit back a frightened, aroused moan at the sensation.

“You are so wet that you’ve dampened your trousers.” He straightened and grinned. “Your secret is safe with me, my little gen.”

His whispered words broke the spell.

“I’m not a gen.”

It took every ounce of strength he had, but Afton pried his fingers loose and dropped his arms. Quickly he began to button his undershirt, his hands trembling. He didn’t look up again; if he did, he would be lost.

“I’ve never heard of a bisexual Valoran. They identify as male, female, or gender neutral.”

“I am male. I prefer women.”

“Then you must be making an exception for me. I am honored.” Lefi dropped a quick kiss on Afton’s mouth, then backed away, giving the Valoran space. Afton refused to look up…refused to meet his gaze. Instead he found himself staring at the front of Lefi’s revealing pants. The Bacchi was huge and hard; precum had seeped through the thin fabric. To Afton’s shock, it shimmered. The fluid had an opalescence similar to the coloring on his cheeks and lips. He glared at the Bacchi.

“Dammit, Lefi, do you ever not have an erection?”